Mike was yelling. He rarely yelled; but now he was, and William couldn't quite grasp the reason. "I told you! I told you it would ruin everything! It ruined the music!"
William shook his head, very slowly. It felt heavy, as if he was trapped underwater. "No, no. We have one song, actually. It's good. You'd like it."
"You used to have plenty of songs. Not just one."
The boy smirked. "Oh, but that one was composed by Gabe Saporta." He giggled. "It's worth something."
Mike frowned. "What is it like? A love song?"
"No, I don't do love songs. I do songs about bitter ex-lovers, that's all."
Mike was quick to catch on. He smiled. "Just how bitter?"
"Bitter enough to expose a few truths."
The man seemed confused for an instant.
"Oh, Mike...you should have seen him whimper under me. It was priceless." He laughed.
But it wasn't William. It couldn't be William, because he was standing away from them, several feet away. He had been listening.
I can't do that. I still love him.
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