"Sure," Beth says, then wanders down the wall with the guitars until she finds her favourite. It's far too expensive, she'll never be able to afford it unless she gets famous, but she can play it whenever she wants if she's at work.

Sitting down on one of the stools, she makes sure it's in tune before she begins to strum thoughtfully. There are so many songs she can sing, some she's already worked until she thinks they're as good as they'll ever get, others that are still rough.

In the end, she picks a song about Curtis. They're consistently her best ones, the emotion the purest and most true. It's a bit of a sad song, one she's written more recently, but at least it's not as sad as the ones she wrote right after he disappeared.