Seasmoke Friends
Gaze only for Jenny, he leaned against the wall as she cued the next song.
This one was more upbeat. A little Imagine Dragons meets Goo Goo Dolls. She sang about dreams and the wayward Carolina sea pulling hope into the abyss. Her perfect lips hugged the mic, her half-mast lids proving she was lost in the music. Her fingers strummed the guitar like a lover and my breath caught again. Part eviscerated, part turned-on, I hung on her every note.
And when she was finished, not a person was in their seat.
Bab Populer