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Willow was seated at his desk, Conrad's notebook opened next to him. He was on the page of a detailed self-portrait. It inspired too many emotions to name them all, so he was turning it into a song instead.
His bandmates had been excited that he had finally managed to finish the lyrics for one song and even more surprised to hear he had already started another. He decided to keep the source of his inspiration to himself for now.
He was twirling a pen in between his fingers as he let thoughts drift back to the day he met Conrad. He wasn't sure if he had seen him around since he had been in town, but his name didn't sound familiar.
'old hometown, Ohio.'
That was right, he had mentioned not always having lived in Hawkins.
Willow was in the middle of remembering what he could about Ohio. He was sure he and his band had traveled through the state, but never performed there.
A knock at the door interrupted his musings. He dropped the pen and pushed himself up to open the door, expecting it to be one of his mates.
"I'm still working, I'll join la—" he cut himself off when he realized it was not who he was expecting.
