Too electronic. The magic is gone. Over-the-hill. Not his best. Where’s Daniel? Never should have called it quits…
Daniel watched Darren stare into space, a frown on his handsome features and wondered what thoughts were responsible for the cloud hanging over him.
‘Always the worrier.’
He wandered over, flopping down beside the older man.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“They impugn my music. They hate me.”
“No, they don’t. You’ve got a lot of new fans. The older ones were just shocked a bit.”
“I’m a failure.”
“I like it.”
“You do?”
A nod. A soft kiss.
“I believe in you.”
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impugn \ im-PYOON \, transitive verb:
To attack by words or arguments; to call in question; to make insinuations against; to oppose or challenge as false; to gainsay.
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