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Chapter 25

Red Adamson ~

“I’ll pick you up at your house by 6PM sharp for the festivities.” Those were the last I heard of Gar before he hopped into his dirt bike he had rested by the side of a rail and drove off.

I took another thirty minutes trying to whip up something nice for Halloween. At least now I know how song writers feel. The job is nowhere close to being easy. On a good day, writing songs is kind of what I do even if I do the singing in my head but now, it just feels like I’m dry out of words to sing.

‘Charlie!!!’ Charlie is going to be taking the role of one of the backup guitarists. Maybe he can give me a clue or some notes on something to kick start my inner writer. I picked up my shoulder bag and stood up ready to leave where I was and head to Charlie’s right down the block when I noticed through the windscreen of a parked car that both of my eyes had suddenly turned gre