CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTY

The entire day wasn't eventful. Nothing interesting happened the entire day. So after eating dinner at eight, I laid on the couch with a notebook in my hand. Yes, I was still writing a song. Specifically, I was writing the notes for the song. This is all thanks to my ability to remember the specific chords. This ability is very useful for a musician, because you can make an entire music with this knowledge alone, even if you don't have any musical instruments. Moreover, this ability is the rarest skill of musicians. Few have such ability.

I don't know why, but my interest for music increased day by day. Moreover, with dad's death, I had no other way to express myself. So speaking my words, I wrote a song. I did not know about passaging time. But because of tiredness, I dozed off on the couch with the notebook on my chest and the pencil inside it. I had a pleasant dream. I saw everyone, including my parents from the previous as well as my current life, the girls including Sarah and Ali
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