Hope
The moment she began strumming her guitar, I recognized the tune. It’s the one she’s been humming when we’re watching television, on our way to or from the recording studio, in her bathroom, pretty much any time she has a moment, she’s been mentally working on this song.
When she says it’s for the woman who is like a sister to her, I already know I’m not going to be able to hold back the tears. Before the end of the first verse, the tears started to fall. I ignore the looks from others, as they realize that this song is about me. I can’t stop looking at Tanya.
She wrote a song. For me, about our friendship.
At the end of the last verse, she strums her guitar, but she’s watching me with tears in her eyes.
When it’s done, she stops for a moment, then stands to look at me. Everyone,
