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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Melody of the Heart about Writing, Diana?s, Mark with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Erotica.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Writing is of course, Diana?s favorite past time but the true loves of her life are her husband, Mark, a pastor, her two Marine sons, her musical daughter, and adorable grandchildren. Living in semi-chaos on the outskirts of Toledo, Ohio, Diana has been known to balance work, home, church and writing; though on especially stressful days she dreams of diving head first into a vat of chocolate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Melody of the Heart
  The wind whipped through my hair and rippled through my clothes as I drove over the Bull River Bridge that connected Tybee Island to Savannah'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Melody of the Heart
  The wind whipped through my hair and rippled through my clothes as I drove over the Bull River Bridge that connected Tybee Island to Savannah. I couldn't help feeling seventeen again. With a Beatles CD blaring, I sang along at the top of my lungs like I didn't have a care in the world. Of course, a day at the beach always made me young again. It reminded me of summer vacations with my parents and grandparents. A smile tugged at my lips when I pondered how in the world we were able to get my two younger sisters, my parents, my grandparents, me, and all of our shit into one van. Of course, I'd faced a similar predicament today with the convertible I'd rented for the day at the beach. It had taken two or three times of repacking before I'd managed to get my three children and all of our beach gear inside.
  My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I dug it out. Glancing down at the screen, I motioned to my eleven-year-old son, Jude, who sat next to me. "Cut the volume. It's your mother."
  When I glanced in the rear view mirror, my less vocal daughter, Lucy, shook her head at me in disapproval. Although their father was a rock star surrounded by men, and sometimes women with mouths like sailors, their mother taught them that swearing was wrong. I don't know what Lily was thinking when she started that up with them. It was like she was setting my bandmates and me up for failure. Besides, she'd been known to let a few juicy words slip before, especially in the heat of the moment when we were in bed.
  It was common knowledge among my children that I was a little scatterbrained. Without a wife like Lily, I'm not sure if I would be able to survive. It was a personality quirk that had been a part of my life since I was sixteen years old. "This interview thing with a very important rock magazine."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nothing ever comes without a price, and the bounty to be paid for Runaway Train's success was the slow demise of Brayden's and my relationship. I'd never thought I would have to worry about him changing. He had always been so grounded and so humble. He didn't have an ounce of ego in him like Jake and AJ. He never cared about wealth— he just wanted to be able to make a living from playing music.
  But something happened when he signed on the label's dotted line. It was like he sold his soul. With me doing my student teaching and working part-time at night, I was so busy I didn't notice things at first. The fact that my calls and texts went unanswered and unreturned, or he was always putting me off when I asked for their schedule so I could come spend the weekend with him. When I actually did talk to him, he sounded distant and not like the Brayden who used to talk to me for hours on end. Sometimes he slurred his words and said off-the-wall things. I began to worry that he was drinking too much, which was something that had never been an issue with Brayden before.
  His thoughtfulness caused my heartbeat to shudder and restart. At the bottom of the pile was a long envelope addressed to me. I couldn't help squealing.
  Brayden laughed. "As much as I would like to oblige you on that one, I have to attend a party at my label on Saturday night. Wanna be my date?"
  His words and his tone stung me. When I could finally speak, I said, "Yeah, sorry. I wasn't thinking."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". I wasn't thinking. When I could finally speak, I said, "Yeah, sorry. Wanna be my date?"
  His words and his tone stung me. "As much as I would like to oblige you on that one, I have to attend a party at my label on Saturday night.
  Brayden laughed. I couldn't help squealing. At the bottom of the pile was a long envelope addressed to me.
  His thoughtfulness caused my heartbeat to shudder and restart. I began to worry that he was drinking too much, which was something that had never been an issue with Brayden before. Sometimes he slurred his words and said off-the-wall things. When I actually did talk to him, he sounded distant and not like the Brayden who used to talk to me for hours on end. The fact that my calls and texts went unanswered and unreturned, or he was always putting me off when I asked for their schedule so I could come spend the weekend with him. With me doing my student teaching and working part-time at night, I was so busy I didn't notice things at first. It was like he sold his soul.
  But something happened when he signed on the label's dotted line. He never cared about wealth— he just wanted to be able to make a living from playing music. He didn't have an ounce of ego in him like Jake and AJ. He had always been so grounded and so humble. I'd never thought I would have to worry about him changing.Nothing ever comes without a price, and the bounty to be paid for Runaway Train's success was the slow demise of Brayden's and my relationship
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Rhys was right. There probably was no better song that suited all the years that Brayden and I had spent together as well as our beginnings and our battles.
  And as the song played on, I kissed my husband under the twinkling lights on the dance floor. I thanked God for all the years we've had and for all the ones that were to come.
  When I pulled away, Brayden stared down at me with such loving intensity it made me shiver. "You had your pick of any guy in school. Hell, any guy anywhere. I'll never understand why you picked me."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There probably was no better song that suited all the years that Brayden and I had spent together as well as our beginnings and our battles.
  And as the song played on, I kissed my husband under the twinkling lights on the dance floor. I thanked God for all the years we've had and for all the ones that were to come.
  When I pulled away, Brayden stared down at me with such loving intensity it made me shiver. "You had your pick of any guy in school. Hell, any guy anywhere. I'll never understand why you picked me."