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Connor smiled at the old man. “Somebody has to be. Right, neighbor?”
Ian asked Danny, “Are you okay with this?”
“That’s the sort of decision I leave to my music producer.”
Arthur added, “He means you, mate.”
So Ian told them. About the new film’s soundtrack. Inviting them all along for the ride.
While they were still recovering, there was a knock on the door. “Five minutes.”
Ian reached for his guitar. “Okay. Everybody gather round. It’s fever time.”
And it was just that.
