You’d always been very open about not using ghost writers. You’d written all of your songs. You had your producer Abby to help. But that’s was as close as it got.

But you and Abby got closer. And began dating. Even after your record label got you a new producer.

Being relatively successful and famous by now it was hard to go out and have peace with her. But she made it work. You’d put the world in the palms of her hands for a kiss.

Today you sit in your home studio. Messing around with lyrics and a your acoustic guitar. Abby was in your living room. Waiting for the cookies she made to be done.