+open starter ; f/m/nb
sitting on the little stage at he coffee shop he got himself comfy, his guitar on his lap and gave a little wave. “hey, um my name is everett, thank you for taking the time to listen to me play! if you were just here to drink coffee and are now being attacked by my performance...well thank you for not leaving.” he laughed and took a sip of his water before he started to strum on his guitar. he was a little shy at first but when he got the the chorus his voice got a little louder, a little more confident, his eyes going to the audience. “Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong”
