By Mitch Albom
[The narrator, Music, explains why musician Frankie Presto usually feels empty in his relationships with women.]
The truth is, I do not share well. I want you to myself. And you, my precious acolytes, want me, too — even at the expense of others. You follow me to lonely practice rooms, faraway stages, late hours inside smoky recording studios, your weary fingers banging piano keys, your tired lips clamped around a mouthpiece, playing on, forsaking those who love you and who you should love back. They will lure you. I will lure you more. It is the price I exact. And the one you pay.
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