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Smith
By halfway through the next week, I actually miss Sarah talking to me. It’s a little lonely here not knowing anybody, with overly chatty Rachel and nearly silent Nate being the couple of exceptions. This week we are supposed to really focus on our individual skills anyway, so I just hunker down with my guitar.
I’ve been stuck on this song for a whole day now. I try to play something different a few times, but I just keep coming back to these chords.
It’s frustrating, to be honest. I feel the same kind of creative block that I struggled with so often before I came to this house.
After eating lunch, I post up in the upstairs lounge. No one else seems to be interested in the little space which is just fine by me.
I play the same chords over and over, humming along with them. I p
