The Man Behind The Glasses
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*In Progress* Just a random fanfic about Elwood Blues.
Sorry, it's pretty bad, but there aren't enough Elwood Blues fanfics out there.
Jamie goes to a bar one night not expecting anything to happen, when she runs into a blues artist named Elwood.
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