Memory #228

In my high school art class, I sat at a table with two girls. We listened to the radio as we worked, and they liked to goof off and sing along. They asked me why I wasn't singing. "I don't know the words," was my excuse. "Oh it doesn't matter, you can just make something up," they told me and continued wailing to the music. I was too shy to join in, but now I make up words all the time and think of those two friends.