Hello everyone, About 5 months ago, I had a breakup with what I thought was 'The One.' She is smart, funny, beautiful. I wrote her letters, because sometimes there was no other way to express my emotions. When things ended, I wasn't myself, and I'm still not. But a couple months ago I decided to channel that pain into creativity, and I have been working on writing a short novel about what happened. If you want to read it and give feedback on what I have so far, I'm gonna link a google doc down below. It would mean the world to me if you would take a look at it. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oquAwodbPZzF7WIiMuX68HdtETuWsvgN1ko6V85h2VU/edit?tab=t.0

I don't want to break any rules, but I am writing a novel, and I have about 6,000 words so far, wondering if I can copy and paste them here so you can read it and give advice? Chapter 1 It was meant to be a day like any other, that is, until she walked in. I was working a double shift at the restaurant where I was employed, The Red Windmill, both as a waiter, and on occasion, as a piano player. The money from waiting tables was better, but playing music was my passion. This was a Friday night, and it was on these days I had arranged for me to wait tables for the first half of the day, and then at six P.M., change over to playing piano after taking a quick break to shower and change. I’m allowed to play anything I want, as long as it sounds good. I normally stick to classical: Bach, Mozart, Chopin, and some modern composers. I’ve always loved the sound of classical, from Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata to Chopin’s études. My favorite piece, however, is a modern piece from the French film Amélie called Comptine D'un Autre Ete. Almost every night this is the song I start and end with. At the beginning of the night I play large and big, with lots of crescendos and slamming on the keys harder. At the end of the night I play softer, being more careful with the dynamics and playing ever so slightly slower. It’s incredible how much different a song can sound depending on how you play it. I was walking over from my apartment where I lived alone over to the restaurant. It was less than a mile away from my apartment, which is why I chose to walk most days as it gave me a chance to think and breathe. I walked down the sidewalk, staring at the clouds as I moved. I’m somewhat of a daydreamer, constantly getting lost in my own thoughts, which causes me to lose track of myself and my surroundings sometimes. I’ve been known to run into a tree more than once in my life. Today, I changed from my normal uniform into a black dress shirt with a vest and black dress pants and shoes to match. I am wearing a woody smelling cologne that makes me feel like I’ve just been in the woods for an extended period of time. To play confidently, you have to dress confidently. It is 5:45 right now, I am walking up the rather steep hill to the restaurant, so I should make it in plenty of time to be seated at 6. When I make it in, I quickly open up the grand piano, making sure that the strings are exposed so the sound will be heard clearly by the patrons inside. I don’t use the music rack where sheet music is stored, because everything I’ll be playing tonight is all memorized. I set up my tip jar (this is a job, after all) and once I sit down, I look around at the patrons already sitting down all around me. The place is three quarters of the way full, not a bad audience, not bad at all. I take a deep breath and begin to play. I count the beats in my head,

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