11. Inspiration
Len drops his pencil, letting out a frustrated groan. For the last two hours he's stared at this single blank page, trying to brainstorm ideas for a new song, and he just can't seem to think of anything good.
"Hey, Len? Can I come in?"
He glances to the door of his bedroom where his twin sister, Rin, stands holding two clay mugs.
"Sure."
Rin walks over to him and places one of the cups on the desk in front of him. "Hot chocolate is always good for writer's block, y'know?" She says cheerfully.
"Thanks, Rin." He smiles at her.
"Having issues again?" She asks, glancing at the bright, unmarred paper.
"Yeah, I just can't come up with anything good." Len sighs.
Rin pauses to think a moment, tapping her chin. "Hmm… I'm no good at this." She says, frowning. "Sorry, Len. Wish I could be more help."
He shakes his head. "It's okay, I need to figure it out myself. It'll come to me."
Rin suddenly brightens. "That's right! It always does!" She grins at him. "Your songs are always really amazing! I'm sure you can do it! I believe in you, dear brother!"
He stares at her. "Where'd all that come from?" Len inquires, an eyebrow raised.
"Me, of course! I know you can write some really amazing stuff, so don't give up!" She leans in and gives her startled brother a kiss on the cheek. "You'll figure it out, I know it."
Flashing a toothy smile at him, the blonde waves and disappears.
Len gazes at the spot she was just standing in, then shakes his head, a low chuckle escaping. Only his weird sister would have such faith in him. It's nice she cares, though. And he's really glad for it. He's not sure what he'd do without her.
Hey… Maybe…
As his pen starts flying across the page, he grins, even knowing what to name it. Sure his sister would probably think he was weird, writing a song about her, but he'd explain later. Silently, he thanks her.
My inspiration comes from you, after all.