"I don't care if Monday's black Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed Or Thursday watch the walls instead It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait And sunday always comes too late But Friday never hesitate..."
It seems, for all intents and purposes, Kaitlyn is lost in the music she's playing, at least at first. Irene isn't the only observer, there's two other folks, but it's about halfway through the song that Kaitlyn finally looks up from her guitar and notices the one woman who seems to really be paying attention, rather than killing time watching the random new person playing guitar in the park.
A smile is flashed at Irene, now the focus of Kaitlyn's attention as she continues playing through the rest of the song with that smile on her face, steadily growing as she reaches the end. When she plucks the last cord, she sighs and leans forward, arms draped over her guitar. "Hope you enjoyed the song," is really directed at everyone there, but with the way that half grin of hers lands squarely on Irene, she wouldn't blame Irene if she though she was talking directly to her.
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Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate..."
It seems, for all intents and purposes, Kaitlyn is lost in the music she's playing, at least at first. Irene isn't the only observer, there's two other folks, but it's about halfway through the song that Kaitlyn finally looks up from her guitar and notices the one woman who seems to really be paying attention, rather than killing time watching the random new person playing guitar in the park.
A smile is flashed at Irene, now the focus of Kaitlyn's attention as she continues playing through the rest of the song with that smile on her face, steadily growing as she reaches the end. When she plucks the last cord, she sighs and leans forward, arms draped over her guitar. "Hope you enjoyed the song," is really directed at everyone there, but with the way that half grin of hers lands squarely on Irene, she wouldn't blame Irene if she though she was talking directly to her.