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For months now, I’ve been struggling with writer’s block. It was terrifying. So fucking terrifying feeling this hollow place inside me every time I tried to sit down and write. It felt like a part of me was missing, and I’d never get it back.
Then she came into my life, and I could feel it.
That missing piece.
I could feel it with her, and now it has disappeared all over again.
Like a fucking mirage.
It was like I’d imagined it all in my head.
A part of me thought I might have. I’ve tried looking for Penelope over the last few days but didn’t see her on campus. How hard could it be to spot a girl walking around with a seventy-pound dog?
It shouldn’t be, and yet, she was nowhere to be found.
But I hadn’t seen her.
Birdy was real.
Her music was real, and it awoke something inside of me.
So how do I get it back?
I let my hand drop to my lap, and take in the mess around me. My guitar is lying on the ground next to what feels like an entire notebook’s worth of ripped paper at my feet.
I clench and unclench my fingers. That familiar need to reach for a hit, or a shot of alcohol, anything, is buzzing underneath my skin, making me antsy. Only this time, it’s overpowered by something else.
Find Penelope and get her to play for me.
It didn’t matter how or what cost I’d have to pay.
I have to hear her play again.
Seraphina told me I was crazy for walking away from my life to enroll in college, but she couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand what had happened to me last spring. How could she? IfIdidn’t understand it myself.
For months I’ve tried, unsuccessfully, to get back that missing piece of me, but I couldn’t find it. And then Penelope walked into my life. What were the chances, really? Out of all the places I could have gone, I came here.
To her.
The first person who managed to give me a sliver of hope that this might just be temporary. That I’m not broken beyond repair. That I’ll be able to produce music again.
I have to get her to play for me.
That was the only solution I could come up with.
I had to find a way to get in Birdy’s good graces, so I could get my inspiration back.
But first, I had to find her, and I won’t do that if I stay here.
* * *
Taking a sip of the black gold, I scan the campus for any sign of a girl walking with a guide dog, but I come up empty.
Like seriously, how big is this campus?
She had to be a student here. That was the only explanation. Why would she be using the music room otherwise?
So where the hell was she?
