Chapter 4 (Brains Or Bronze?)

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Alfred's POV

I stand in wait for Artie to show up, finding his guitar why not take it. It'd be fun to mess with him wouldn't it. I smirk when I see him.

"Hello, Artie." I coo toward him. He turns flustered and sees me then growls. 

"Bow tie." He says growling. He runs up to me cursing out but trying to be quiet since the concert already started.

"You want your guitar Artie?"

"Well of course wanker!" He yells punching me in the arm, doesn't hurt of course, I don't even flinch. It's my job. He steps back a little sighing and brushing himself off. 

"You're not as strong as you look." 

"You sure?" He points to where he punched. A bruise was already growing there. Wow, he can pack a punch but it doesn't hurt. Wouldn't anymore at least. I sigh and hand him guitar.

"You know I love it when rockers make that explosive C major, bye Artie." I wave and walk off as the crowd cheers for him to get on the stage. 

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