She was sitting in her favorite place in the world, which was on her father’s lap while he played around on the keyboard. That was how he thought up new songs. He’d pick out melodies, then match words to tunes, then backtrack, then try something different, then eventually write something down in his notebook.
She was sitting in her favorite place in the world, which was on her father’s lap while he played around on the keyboard. That was how he thought up new songs. He’d pick out melodies, then match words to tunes, then backtrack, then try something different, then eventually write something down in his notebook.She could sit for hours like that, even though she was only little.
She could sit for hours like that, even though she was only little.“You’re the only child of mine who can put
