_A cigarette in her hand and a beer in front of her at the table, Shara laughed about the show and how well it had gone.  Ray, the bassist sitting next to her, agreed. They had never played a show quite like the one that night.  Torn between wanting to relax and the need to write something to represent the way she felt tonight, she glanced back at her Gibson acoustic guitar lovingly.  Chords, unbidden, swam through her head. D, Em, A, G, C...A song welled up within her brain but she glanced down at her beer, full and with just the right amount of head on it, and pushed them back down. No, nights like tonight were meant for celebration.
