Note-The Blanks are, obviously, Ted's band in Scrubs. Crispin is the one with a full head of black hair; Roy is the completely bald one; Randall is the one with a beard and glasses; and we all know who Ted is! Dan in this story is not the same man as Dan Dorian. Enjoy!
I sat on my couch, strumming my ukulele absent mindedly. I stopped, put it down, and laid back with a sigh. There were four glasses of red wine on the coffee table from where my friends had been a short while ago.
Dan had called earlier to say that we had to write a new song for our upcoming performance. He said that our usual tribute songs were all well and good, but that it was time for some original material.
So now I was sitting here at 11:47 pm, staring at the blank music sheet in front of me. I turned over a few lyrics in my head, imagined a few chords, hummed a few notes. Still nothing sprang to mind. I stood up, and walked to the large window-door that led to the balcony. Outside, I could see the famous Manhatten skyline, awash with light that paled the black sky.
I caught myself thinking of the hospital. I tried to push all thought of it out of my mind. I kept telling myself: they hated you, Ted; you were just the sad-sack they all laughed at. Well look who's laughing now! I smiled to myself, wryly. As much as I hated to admit it, I missed the place.
Suddenly, I caught a flash of inspiration. I went back to the couch, grabbed my ukulele, and played a few chords and notes. I wrote a verse, a chorus, a song down on the paper.
When I was done, I sat back and smiled.
The crowds were gonna love this!