Let The Music Guide You | Madison + Poppy
“I could show you a few cords sometime if you’d like. As amazing as music is to listen to, it’s even more fun to produce it.” She strummed a few cords as an example before removing her guitar from her lap, setting the body against the ground and the neck against the seat, pulling her knees up to her chest. With her chin on her knees and one hand keeping her guitar steady, her eyes lit up with excitement at Poppy’s compliment. “Aw, thank you! That’s so sweet of you to say,” Maybe she was a little overenthusiastic, but compliments were something she rarely received. Mostly she got comments on how annoying she was or ‘Will you please leave me the hell alone’, but rarely compliments. “Oh yes, very excited. It’s supposed to be so pretty there, and I’ll get to see a live giraffe! I love giraffes, they’re so pretty. And tall! What about you, are you excited?”
"Woah there skippy," Poppy said, holding up her hands, "You're goin' a thousand miles an hour, I can't understand you," she finished. Madison was rambling and bubbly and actually pretty sweet, but Poppy could only handle so much. She shrugged, "I'll think about the lessons, though I refuse to sing. I'll melt ya' ear drums," she joked, adjusting her wig awkwardly. Madison knew it was a wig, so she didn't mind fixing it as much in front of her. "Yeah sure, I mean, Africa is a pretty cool place to go," Poppy exhaled softly, not having realized she had been holding her breath, "It's hard not to be excited."
