PART ONE
"That's it!  That's the sound I like."
"It's rock, only unplugged."
"Unplugged.  That's a great name."
Bobby meets a girl.  He writes a lyric and has to get it to Bobby ASAP.  He begins to put it in a manila folder, then a trapper keeper, then finally wads it up and crams it in his front pocket, he jumps on his bike.  He shows up at Bobby's house and knocks on the door.  Bobby has a new girlfriend, they both answer the door.  He pulls it out just as they answer.
"Hey, what's up?"
He says hi to the girl but not Bobby.  "I just-"
"Are you going to ride bikes and stuff?  I can come back later.". She tells Bobby.
"Come back tonight.  Or, I'll see you at the bus stop.  We're hanging out.  What is that?"
"It's a bridge and verse three, I just wrote it for that-"
"Cool.  You guys are in a band."
"Yeah, bring it to school tomorrow.  I'll see you later."
He has to move.
PART TWO
"It's late.  You have to wake up in a few hours."
He has 110 titles.
He heads home after graduation and there are fire trucks down the street.  They're at his house.  His family and the entire house are gone.
The funeral.
He walks out of the funeral and stands at the bus stop.  50 min until the next bus.
He opens his back pack and he has one notebook.  Everything else is gone and he is alone.  He is left with only one lyric, the one that is unplugged.
He writes "I don't want to live if you're going to die."
PART THREE
"Do you really play the guitar?"
"Yeah, I've been playing forever."
They play four songs.
"There's just some things you can't talk about while at work.  It disturbs some people.  With the right employee, sure.  But, honestly for the most part, people just want to come to work, get the job done and then go home."
"Hi, I'm XX, I have a column in the entertainment section of XXX.  Can I sit down with you sometime?  Ask a few questions?"
PART FOUR
He sees an ad in a magazine.
"If you have lyrics, I'll make a song for you. "Nope, it's me."
He gives her a lyric to do.  While she is working on it, he discovers her music.
He gets the song back but wants to hear her sing.
"I don't know.  It's sorta like an orchestra."
The guitarist joins a band and his schedule is tough to fit him in to play his acustic songs.
"Hi, I'm XX, I have a column in the entertainment section of XXX.  Can I sit down with you sometime?  Ask a few questions?"
"How does July 3rd at 4:30 sound?"
"Cool.  Thank you."
They sit down at a table.
"Why do you write?"
"Two reasons.  One, I can't help it.  Two, just in case I see someone, I want to ask them if they want to hear a song I wrote."
"What was your first song about."
"It's kinda embarrassing.  I wrote about basically two topics that I knew nothing about, being that I was twelve.  Just one night I broke out my school notebook and I just started to write. It was about having a job and the other was having a broken heart over love."
"I just have one more question.  In case someone wants to know.  Do you believe in love at first sight?"
He kisses her.
"You can quote me."
"I wrote this vicariously of you.  I imagined you singing every time a line came to me."
She plays it.
"I love it."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Why don't you play the guitar?  And sing your lyrics?"
"I don't know how."
"Practice."
"Practice?  I tried before.  I couldn't figure it out."
"If you wanted to do it, you would do it.   I can see you singing and playing.  Your air guitar is top notch. That last one?  You two really put that one together.  What now?"
"Write another one. It's the only thing I know how to do."
"Two things.  Love me."