JERSEY
BOY
BOY
Then, the guitar solo. Jerseyboy had always admired the way Elvis jammed on the strings, his solos were so melodic and crafted and yet so raw at the same time. He bopped his head along to the music, tapping his paws to the strums of the guitar like he knew every single chord ( and he did ).
It was only a matter of time before it ended, and he found his eyes trailing to the doorway. Someone stood there, someone unfamiliar to him. She had... said nothing, but was continuing to stare up at him like she was confused about what was happening. The tuxedo cat piped up, "Ey, Doe Eyes, what're you starin' at?" Shit, he knew he was a sight for sore eyes, but this chick wasn't being subtle all. "Ain't you eva' heard music before?"
It was only a matter of time before it ended, and he found his eyes trailing to the doorway. Someone stood there, someone unfamiliar to him. She had... said nothing, but was continuing to stare up at him like she was confused about what was happening. The tuxedo cat piped up, "Ey, Doe Eyes, what're you starin' at?" Shit, he knew he was a sight for sore eyes, but this chick wasn't being subtle all. "Ain't you eva' heard music before?"
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