♫ 2 are in despair ♫
{♫}—Gordon crushed a cigarette under his heel, before taking a deep breath. He had just finished a set at some no name indie festival. He didn’t really think he’d done very well and was wanting to get out of there as quick as he could. Unfortunately, as he was leaving he ran directly into someone, falling over and dropping his guitar.
“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you, I wasn’t paying attention.” He said, helping the other to their feet. “Are you alright?” He asked.












