He sits on the wooden floor, near an amp, with his legs crossed. His precious black and white guitar rests comfortably in his lap as he gently strums. His perfect, pink lips were pursed and his clear, blue eyes were locked on his guitar in concentration, showing off his long eyelashes. I examined more of him, turning my gaze from his face. His blonde hair was neat and being kept in place by a bright red bandanna. His shirt, a few shades lighter, clung loosely to his body but still managed to show off his biceps and fit torso. His tight, black skinny jeans were shades lighter, though, than his black converse on his feet. I looked to his hands. One was carefully cradling the neck of the guitar while his arm tensed, causing a vein to be shown off. I was soon, though, mesmerized by the other hand. The long, slender fingers were swiftly running across each string, filling the room with beautiful music. My attention was soon averted when I saw movement elsewhere. He was looking up at me with those sparkling blue eyes. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the smile I knew was coming. Seconds later, there it was: an open mouth smile that showed his pearly white teeth as a small laugh escaped his lips. He looked back down at his strumming fingers, a look of concentration back on his face. Then, he began to sing, catching me off guard. His voice was low and sweet. It flew through the air, dancing with the sound of the guitar. His lips formed each word perfectly. I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful sound take over my senses and put me under a spell.
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Writing Stuffs
RandomIn all honesty, this is just some stuff I've written. There will be descriptions of people I know, small stories I've written, etc. Maybe occasionally accompanied with some of my artwork or something. I mean, I guess it's cool.
