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.She d spent the last six hours locked in her head not a pretty place at the best oftimes, let alone after everything that had happened that day and it was more than time for a break.Except the driver didn t seem to understand how tired she was.He d barely pulled into trafficbefore he started fiddling with the radio, moving through a bunch of stations and a lot of static beforesettling on one that declared it was the home of rock in Houston.Her stomach pitched and rolled. Please, she said in a voice little above a whisper. Can you turnthat off? With her luck, they d play a Shaken Dirty song, and she just wasn t up to hearing Ryder svoice right now.Not if she wanted to get to the hotel without having a complete and total emotionalbreakdown. Sure, sure, the man said in heavily accented English.He tossed a nervous glance over hisshoulder at her. But this is a good station.Good music. I m sure it is.But I have a headache.I don t want to listen right now. Oh.Yes.Of course. He stopped at a red light, reached for the dial.But instead of turning theradio off, he just played with it for a minute, before tuning it back to the exact same station.She started to ask again, but before she could get the words out, the song ended and the DJ cameback on. That was Take Me by Darkness.Now, we have a special treat for you an in-studioperformance of a brand new song by one of your favorite bands.Earlier tonight, Ryder Matthews,lead singer of Shaken Dirty, stopped by and did a quick interview with us, which we ll be playing inits entirety tomorrow morning at eight a.m. But he also sang a brand new song for us, one that s not on any of Shaken Dirty s albums.In fact,it s never been recorded before.So, with no further discussion, here s Ryder Matthews singing, Pieces of You. Confused, Jamison froze as the opening chords of a song played on acoustic guitar filled the cab.She knew it was Ryder playing she d heard him often enough to recognize his style but the ideathat he d stopped by a radio station today made absolutely no sense.Not when Wyatt was in thehospital.And not after everything that had happened. Unless he d been trying to do damage control, to get the word out that Shaken Dirty was just fine,despite the disasters that were recorded in that damn dressing room.But then, why the song? Surely aquick interview would have been enough to at least start on the damage control.She was still trying to figure out what was going on while feeling like she d fallen down a rabbithole when Ryder s dark, husky tones filled the car.Only it was a Ryder that few people ever got tohear, one even she and the other band members didn t see very often.Somber, languid, heartbroken,the gravelly roughness of his voice worked its way down her spine before arrowing straight to herheart.Silent tears slipped down her face as the wounds she d spent all evening cauterizing tore wideopen. Please, she choked out. Please turn it off. Listen, the driver told her. Listen. She didn t want to listen.Only she didn t have a choice, because he was making no move to turn offthe radio and she was in no shape to do it herself.Though she did her best to block Ryder out, it was only a matter of seconds before the words hesang sunk into her consciousness. Pieces of you,Like a puzzle in my mindfitting togetherIn a pattern I just can t find.The freckles on your cheeks,A perfect dot to dotThe words at your fingertipsPainting pictures that I ve sought.Little pieces hold the secrets,little moments hold the clues,to the whispers deep inside yourselfand the truth I couldn t choose.The sweetness in your touchskimming down my back.The glitter in your eyesthat won t see all I lack.The fire in your heart,before we turned to frost. The roses in your lipsfor the kisses that I ve lost.I want to hold youI want to kiss youI want to love youCan t stand to miss youCuz, baby, needing you is oh-so-easy to do.The pieces all asunderThe puzzle a scattered messYour smile a fading memoryYour love a broken test.Little pieces hold the secrets,little moments hold the clues,to the whispers deep inside yourselfand the truth I wouldn t choose.I want to hold youI want to kiss youI want to love youCan t stand to miss youCuz, baby, loving you is oh-so-easy to do.Yes, loving you is the only thing I know to do
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