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Ford Mustang can be described in many ways; a talented guitarist, somewhat prideful, and a loudmouth American, but above all things, he is definitely not afraid to say what's on his mind. It was one thing Kurt had found to be the main trait of the kid he was now stuck with, a blessing and a curse as he ran his mouth at times when he really shouldn't have. His ghost companion couldn't count the times he watched with a fizzling cigarette hanging limply from his lips, smoke billowing up and vanishing upwards for no one but himself to see as he watched Ford once again almost fuck himself over by starting a fight. The kid was reckless, but that was something to expect from anyone who decided to go down this path of pursuing the arts. It was a shot in the dark, hoping you'd get a bullseye and get fame in return. And because of all this and more, he can't help but be surprised as Ford froze when locking his eyes with someone mid-performance.
It was a standard performance; as usual, Ford had run low on money and was doing a street performance of "smells like teen spirit.". As usual, Kurt couldn't help but feel himself die a bit inside at playing the song, but he relented and "jacked in" Ford to play the song that would get the kid enough money to get by for now before they had to report back to the boss. "Hey, how about I do it on my own today. You look a bit more down than usual," he suggested making Kurt feel a bit of relief, nodding. The ghost backed off to sit himself down on a nearby bench as Ford set up his guitar. It didn't take long until a small crowd had formed around the blond; he had already gained some fans online, so Kurt didn't find it too unusual. He couldn't help but be a bit proud that Ford had begun to try and play on his own without relying as much on him as he did before. Ford began to play, attracting more people's attention as he usually did. Luckily, the bench was somewhat far enough away, and everyone wanted to be close to the performance, so Kurt didn't have to deal with many people except for the person who sat themself down beside him.
