Chapter 174: Songwriter’s Block, Part 2

Grant Park.

The oldest park in Atlanta and the fourth largest one in the city.

It is known for being adjacent to the equally historic Victorian neighborhood.

Here is where I will be with myself, hoping to get that needed spark of inspiration to write a song of my own.

With the serene antiquity surrounding me…

My mind trails back to high school.

To where I lost my friend Tara due to a case of mistaken identity.

To where I would deal with the absurdly powerful student council.

To where I would enjoy foundation week and its accompanying cultural festival.

To where I would spend lazy afternoons just staring at my seatmates, or even the sky beyond the window, while the teacher droned on.

And then, I found one particular moment.

When I was just casually walking around, I saw some students carrying heavy things.

Piles of books, 5-gallon bottles filled with water, even CRT televisions.