Day fifteen

Inspiration

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PART 2

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(Duende shakes his head. Angel sighs with relief)

Duende: So get on with it. What whimsical request will you wield from us?

(Muse takes another swig of wine)

Muse: I've lost my touch. I've hit the wall. I pound on it, but the damned thing keeps coming back.

Angel: Well now, we've all hit walls at one time or another. It just takes time.

(Muse's voice angers as she points at Angel then Duende)

Muse: Well it's easy for you isn't it? *hiccups* You have wings, you can fly over the damned thing. And you... you can just burrow underneath like a vole. It's *hiccup* soo easy for both of you. What can I do, but play the occasional lyre. You know they don't even make those instruments anymore. *hiccups* I've had to use a keyboard! A keyboard of all things! Stupid electronic contraption.

Duende: I fail to see what your problem is.

Angel: Oh don't be such a tart Dew. She needs our help. Have you tried praying? It always helps me. Lord please strike down this wall in front of...

(Duende raises his hand and interrupts her before she finishes the prayer)

Duende: Please stop, my mind trembles from the trash you are touting. She doesn't need to pray. Perhaps a more sensible option would be best.

Muse: Oh?*hiccups* And what option would that be?

Duende: It seems like you've traded your lyre for the bottle. It doesn't take a genius *Duende laughs coldly* to see that.

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End Part 2

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Just worked a 11 hour shift. I'm dead. Will write more tomorrow.

27:06