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Willard had been a staple at 96 Rock for as long as anyone could remember. His gravelly voice, filled with years of experience and stories, had been the soundtrack of countless mornings and late-night drives for listeners. But at 96 years old, Willard had long since retired. Still, his legacy lived on.

One autumn afternoon, just as the golden sun dipped below the horizon, Willard felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He had been feeling off for weeks, but this was different. His hand trembled as he reached for his phone, dialing 911 with shaky fingers. Within minutes, the sirens wailed outside his modest home.

At the hospital, the doctors moved swiftly. His heart was failing—time was running out. As they prepped him for an emergency heart transplant, Willard’s mind drifted. He thought of his days at the station, the concerts, the interviews with legends of rock and roll. He had lived a full life, but something in him still burned for more. Maybe it was the same fire that had kept him going all these years.

Hours later, with his new heart beating strong in his chest, Willard slowly opened his eyes. The sterile hospital room came into focus. A nurse smiled down at him. “You made it, Mr. Willard. You’re going to be okay.”

He nodded weakly, a rare tear forming in his eye. For the first time in years, Willard felt something he thought he’d lost—a rhythm. A second chance. And in his heart, the beat of rock and roll pulsed once again.