He looked at the coffee mug notes again. He looked at the way the dust motes danced in the single shaft of light hitting his floor.

Over 5 modules, you’ll go from a blank page to your first complete chorus:

By the second verse, the murmuring in the bar had died down. People put down their drinks. In the back, a woman stopped checking her phone and looked up. She didn’t hear a rhyme scheme; she heard a story. She heard her own story.

The search results were a blur of clickbait. "Write a Hit in 5 Minutes!" "The Secret Sauce of Taylor Swift." Leo scrolled, skeptical. The internet was full of gurus selling dreams. But then, buried on the second page, he found a link to a community college archive. It was an old PDF syllabus for a songwriting workshop, hosted publicly, free of charge. No signup, no credit card, just a downloadable file.