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==> You’re Simon, silly!

You think of other ways to describe yourself. A job, maybe? You were a student for a while, trying for med school. Biology was your best subject, besides the no-brainers like PE or Jazz Band. That didn’t pan out though; maybe it was the community campus or the dorms - your roommate who wouldn’t let you exist without a beer in your hand, let alone study - but things got really hard really fast. You always thought you’d be the perfect college kid if it weren’t for the classes.

Until recently you worked at a restaurant, but you quit that too. “I was losing my spark”, you’d say, and your friends would nod and press their lips together real tight.

Now, you freelance, which is to say you live off savings and wobble around town on warm summer nights, playing music at bars. No bars invited you tonight. You think you might have to sell your guitar soon, anyway. So much for that spark.

PLAY A SAD SONG ==>

PLAY A LOVE SONG ==>

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