Guess what, I'm done Writing your book The ending got twisted around But for all the hell that it took The electrical wires They'll hum in th--
Kaitlyn had been playing rather peacefully, letting off some of the steam of the day while at the same time trying to make a few dollars at the same time. It always made for a good way to pass a late afternoon, even if she was usually disappointed by the amount to be found in her guitar case afterwards.
But the sudden presence at her shoulder and addressment gets her to stop abruptly, nearly jumping out of her skin. She had been far too absorbed in her guitar playing and singing to not be surprised, even if Odessa hadn't just spontaneously appeared behind her. A hand to her chest as she recovers from being startled, her head turns so that she can suspiciously eye the person perched on her shoulder. There's a whole bunch of red flags that Kaitlyn's just starting to process - no one here should know the name of her album.
"What?" The voice is really what strikes her as familiar, even if she only is somewhat familiar with her. A moment, and she tilts her head. "Hey! Wait a second, I know you!" Well, obviously. "Odessa... what was it? Parker Prince? Pierce? Price?" Something that started with a P, she's pertty sure. Or maybe that was one of the aliases Kait had heard about. "What are you doing here?" Comments about cats go unnoticed, for now.
Re: Watch me abuse our canon knowledge and italics.
Writing your book
The ending got twisted around
But for all the hell that it took
The electrical wires
They'll hum in th--
Kaitlyn had been playing rather peacefully, letting off some of the steam of the day while at the same time trying to make a few dollars at the same time. It always made for a good way to pass a late afternoon, even if she was usually disappointed by the amount to be found in her guitar case afterwards.
But the sudden presence at her shoulder and addressment gets her to stop abruptly, nearly jumping out of her skin. She had been far too absorbed in her guitar playing and singing to not be surprised, even if Odessa hadn't just spontaneously appeared behind her. A hand to her chest as she recovers from being startled, her head turns so that she can suspiciously eye the person perched on her shoulder. There's a whole bunch of red flags that Kaitlyn's just starting to process - no one here should know the name of her album.
"What?" The voice is really what strikes her as familiar, even if she only is somewhat familiar with her. A moment, and she tilts her head. "Hey! Wait a second, I know you!" Well, obviously. "Odessa... what was it? Parker Prince? Pierce? Price?" Something that started with a P, she's pertty sure. Or maybe that was one of the aliases Kait had heard about. "What are you doing here?" Comments about cats go unnoticed, for now.