The soft strumming of his guitar filled the room, the subtle shift of sounds from pressing on different frets and strings echoed in his ears.

It was a familiar melody, he plays it all the time. Any time someone asks where it came from, he’d just say he came up with it. But that was a lie. It was a tune his mother used to hum all the time, so he memorized it and keeps playing it, so he won’t forget it.