Today's OneWord: Songwriter

Singer, songwriter, yet lonely in a studio, the guitar strings growing cold, even though it's almost ninety degrees in the space. You're sweating so badly that your fingers slip and slide across the fretboard, creating a miniature waterfall all the way down the body of your pristine acoustic Fender. Suddenly, you forget the words; you forget the melody. And all you can do is shrivel away on a minor chord.

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