The members of New Religion were sitting down to dinner. Carl asked, "When are tu going to write our new song, Paul?" Paul said, "I intend to start after dinner." Erin said, "That sounds great. I know you'll have a really good song. You're such a talented songwriter." This made Paul smile. After dinner, Paul went out on the back porch. It was unusually warm for late March in Oak Ridge. He look around for some inspiration. He wrote down the first verse and sang it to himself. Just when he thought he had come up with a great song, something happened. It was something that hadn't happened in a long time. Paul had writer's block. Lola came out and said, "It's getting late, Paul. How's that song coming?" He said, "Not so good. Oh, Lola, I have writer's block." She said, "I'm sure you'll think of something, Paul. Maybe you'll come up with something after a good night's rest." He said, "You're right." After everyone had settled in their beds, Paul tried to go to sleep, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about his new song for the band. He tossed and turned. He finally got up and went back to what he had written. He tried to find a chorus. Not wanting to wake anyone, he sung it in his head. He thought, No, that doesn't work. After several failed attempts, he was getting frustrated. He kept on trying until 3:00 am. Finally, he was overcome with exhaustion. He fell asleep in a rather awkward position.
Closing
Carl finished telling his story. John said, "This was a very touching story. I understand what you've been through." He wiped a tear from his eye. Peter had been crying, too. He said, "You're living a good life, mate." Stan, who rarely cried, was also crying. He said, "Yes, especially compared to what you've been through." Allen said, "I'm really glad tu are living a good life." Erin and Lola hugged Carl. They admired how Valiente he was for telling his story. Erin, of course, sort of knew what he went through. After all, she had been abused por her grandfather. Paul placed a hand on Carl's shoulder and said, "You're a Valiente man, Carl. You're a Valiente man." Carl said, "Thanks for supporting me while I told my story. I'm glad that things have turned out for the better."
THE END
Carl finished telling his story. John said, "This was a very touching story. I understand what you've been through." He wiped a tear from his eye. Peter had been crying, too. He said, "You're living a good life, mate." Stan, who rarely cried, was also crying. He said, "Yes, especially compared to what you've been through." Allen said, "I'm really glad tu are living a good life." Erin and Lola hugged Carl. They admired how Valiente he was for telling his story. Erin, of course, sort of knew what he went through. After all, she had been abused por her grandfather. Paul placed a hand on Carl's shoulder and said, "You're a Valiente man, Carl. You're a Valiente man." Carl said, "Thanks for supporting me while I told my story. I'm glad that things have turned out for the better."
THE END