𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿:
me and Keith stepped off the train. It turns out that me and him are going to the same neighbourhood to visit our grandparents. Well he is , I'm going to visit my grandad. As we walked, I decided to ask him some questions to see how he was doing for 7 YEARS without me since it was a bit awkward just walking together and just being silent.
"So what kind of music do you like?"
"I really love blues and rhythm."
"Really !" My favourite artist might be chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, and Little Richard "
"Same"
We continue our love for blues and music it self. It turns out that Keith plays rhythm guitar but he's not in a band yet .
We got to my grandads house and just stood there for quite a while until he broke the silence. "I think I should go to my grandparents' house until they get paranoid," He said, kind of a bit of a disappointed tone. "That's all right, see ya tomorrow , oh and can I have your number ." "Ok this is my grandparents' number because I'm staying there house for a few days ." He was pretty nice not minding about any thing."Thanks." "See ya ." And off he went .
