I walked into the bar completely unsure of what to expect. I grabbed a drink. I felt out of place. I don’t have tattoos.
I asked for a song.
“Okay, but it’s going to sound different on the acoustic.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind.”
He played. The songs were good, but none of them were mine.
It was time for the last song.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.”
He played my song.
The show ended up. I walked over while he was kissing his girlfriend.
“So, the backstory is I got dumped on Friday. I really needed to hear that song. Thank you.”
“He wasn’t worth it anyway.”
Truer words have never been spoken.