Avery was sat on the middle of her bed in her room, a notepad in front of her, a pen tucked behind her ear. Her guitar rested in her lap and she was bobbing her head in time to the song she was playing.
"Ok..." she murmured, stopping playing and retrieving the pen. She scribbled the last line out again and rewrote something else, then played the verse over to see if it fit in.
"I saw a picture of you / hanging with some new friends / happy to see that you're doing okay / I love the one where you're having fun / in the place that we met / and here I go... randomly thinking about you..."
Satisfied, Avery concentrated on fixing up the chorus.
"And there you go, making your way into my head..." she recited to herself. "Even though I said I could... do this... with... without you."
And so she continued to finish and perfect her song.