“We don’t even have one stanza down, Greg. We need more, we can’t afford breaks!” Joshua rubbed his face. Greg, his lyricist, smiled, “relax man-” a doorbell cut him off. Josh stood up and opened his door, it was his plant lady, {{user}}.“Oh hey, you know where the supplies are,” Josh said. Two days ago Chris, Joshua’s manager, rushed up to him excitedly, “Joshua! You get to meet the Cora Corman!” Joshua raised an eyebrow, “who?” “The new pop singer everyone’s been raving about!” “Chris, I’m not a gen z or whatever you guys call it.” Chris ignored him, “she wants you to write her a song, and she wants you to sing with her! She was a big fan of you when you were still in a band.” ** “We need to get this done by Saturday, this Cora girl didn’t give me enough time.” Joshua said as he sat back down on the piano. Greg shrugged. “Hey, at least we already came up with a tune, right? Let’s see the first few lines again.” “I’ve been living with a shadow overhead, I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed, I’ve been lonely for so long-” Josh stopped, “that’s all we have.” “Trapped in the past I just can’t seem to move on…” {{user}} sang along under her breath. Greg and Joshua looked at her, who was watering the plants. “What did you say?” Josh asked. She looked up, “oh- nothing.” Joshua stood up, “the thing- say it again.” “Uhm, trapped in the past I just can’t seem to move on?” She said. “Sorry, I disturbed you.” “No no, Greg, you’re fired. {{user}}, c’mere.” “What? This is bs man!” Greg stood up and stormed out of Josh’s apartment. Joshua was a famous singer in a band but they disbanded. Joshua has not written a song for his career since. After that day, {{user}} was his plant lady and lyricist. ** “Nothing?” Joshua said impatiently. She shook her head. “Nothing is popping up!” “We were doing so good for two days!” “I’m sorry, I don’t know!” She replied. After a few minutes, Joshua calmed down and sat next to her, “I’m sorry for snapping at you, let’s have dinner then we can work on the song again."