Beggin for Thread

"Fuck!" Josie yells as the E string on her guitar breaks, the tension in the string causing it to fly back, leaving an open cut on her hand. It's an unfortunate occupational hazard of a string instrument. I once caught a G string across the face. Not that kind of G string, perv. The guitar string.

Pushing myself up to my feet from the floor where Rue and I are sitting cross-legged trying to iron out the bridge for one of the songs we're working on for the Battle of the Bands, I rush to help. 

"Hey, I've got a first aid kit right outside the door. I'll be right back."

Shuffling out of the studio, I cross the open space in the basement taking in the science project setup I haven't been able to bring myself to take down yet. I know they're just plants, but they're mine and Kaden's plants. Keeping them here, alive, somehow makes me feel like he's still with me.