He made her laugh, and she turned into a song. He believed in the magic, and thought that if he could find a combination of notes just so, they would bring her back.
During the day he wrote piece after piece, trying to tease out a hint of the music he half-remembered. Nights were spent playing. First, in empty, smokey bars and, later, packed concert halls.
The years passed. They called him one of the most influential musicians of all time.
When he finally found her, she was in the synthesizer riff of a little tune called ‘Why You’ll Never Know’, a minor pop hit by a manufactured British girl-band that briefly made the Top Ten. She made him laugh, and he turned into a song