She had been sent by Nicole Sweeney, her only friend in the industry, to find the "Godshack Original." Nicole’s text had been cryptic: “He doesn’t release music anymore. He buries it. Find the tape labeled ‘Emma Evans – Swe.’ It’s yours. Literally.”

The lock on the basement studio door didn't even click. It hummed. That was the first sign Emma Evans had that something was wrong.

Emma left the church as the sun rose. In her hands was not just her song, but a weapon. She realized then that Angelo Godshack hadn’t buried his talent. He had just been waiting for an artist brave enough to dig.

“That’s my song,” Emma whispered.

“Why are you giving it to me?”

I interpret this as a request for an original narrative involving characters named , Emma Evans , and Nicole Swe (possibly "Sweeney" or "Swenson").