"Why don't you ever write about me?" Norman whined.
"Because... I told you, I usually write my pain, things are going well with us," Gale said as she put her guitar away.
"Well, you mean boring. You have written songs about passion and romance, but nothing about me."
"Why do you keep pushing this?"
"Cause I want a song, I want to know that you think of me, that I mean something to you."
"Stop this Norman," Gale said.
But he persisted. The weeks went by. Every day the same complaint.
"You really want a song Norman?"
"Yes!"
"Fine... you win, it will be ready when you get home tomorrow."
Norman rushed home after work excited. He opened the door and called Gale's name. No answer. He ran upstairs. All her things were gone. Norman went downstairs, confused. In the kitchen he noticed something. A recordable c.d. He popped it in the stereo.
"You said you wanted a song... well her it is... it is titled Unamused."
Gale strummed her guitar. Norman listened for his name. He smiled when he heard it. Then frowned when he heard the lyrics that came next.
