@vvhimsicals gets a random starter ! muse: morgan patel . 32 . rockstar/frontman plot: here
WHEN IT CAME TO gigs, the talent didn’t bother to have any standards when it came to the quality of the venue. there was a place they did favor, though, then it became a regular mark for performances even with the probability of being scouted for larger venues. morgan clung to the grunge and clutter of the dive bar as it not only complimented the overall aesthetic of the band but it helped him find his crowd. that was before his mind had been filled with nothing but her. call it a famous cliché, but they were polar opposites. he didn’t complain— not at least about that, but he felt strongly about her. “ i know you. that’s your ‘ I just bought something stupid and I probably don’t need it, but it’s pretty. ’ face. “ he commented with light sarcasm that leaned more on the playful side. “ what did you do? “ being as casual as he could be, he made a neat stack from the papers he held, all while concealing that a sheet of lyrics were in favor of her. “ what? did you rent a beach house on the sun or something? “ eyes slightly narrowing while he remained being playful.