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To My Friend, the Christian Pop Star in Nashville.
BY K. JUDITH MOWRER
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Certain things shouldn't come between friends, your letter begins. And by "things," I believe you mean copyrighting my musical for yourself without permission. You're right. My favorite pop song says life's all about friendship. And for two weeks you played the piano for our performances. Musical
notes are meant to be shared. Apparently, a musical belongs not just to the writer but to the writer's friends who play piano on opening night. Never mind the weeks it took me to compose. Who, these days, would really believe that a song costs the writer something? No—grab your pop can, take a sip, and make some money for yourself
off melodies torn from my now cold hands. But I ask myself, what happened to the friend who said, This musical is all about you! And, just think, you can see your work pop off the stage if you let me play the piano for you. Friends sometimes change their minds, you're right. I believe you changed yours when we ran two sold-out weeks
and grossed $8,000. When I wanted (weeks later) to put the money in scholarships, you yourself said, This is your musical, do whatever you believe is best— But you couldn't stop shifting. The musical took backstage while I moved to New York until (thank God for friends) you moved to Nashville to become a Christian pop
star. Not even Christians wanted your pop and you got that lean, hungry look working 50-hour weeks at Starbucks. And you started talking to your friends who breeze over copyright laws. And you thought to yourself, I could claim this as my intellectual property since this musical was played by my hands on those keys. Did you believe
what you said in your certified letter? Because I didn't believe you. Your letter said, pop! I've prayed about this, and pop! I've never felt more right about anything and pop! a musical shouldn't come between Christians. It's been three weeks since your letter, and if I could gloss over all this, make myself forget songs born from sharpest loss because we're friends,
believe me, I would. The musical would be my godly gift. But I believe firmly that God and all our friends who listen to Christian pop will understand when I write back, weeks from now, Go fuck yourself.
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