[His sense of rhythm and chords are so much stronger than his singing skills. The music teacher was adamant that he has to fake it until he makes it. Making it though? That was never on the table for Frank. He just liked music. And it wasn't his fault that the Boss had a higher range than him.
The weather was fine. Sun shining on through the leaves above. It's not until someone is blocking the rays that he looks up, backlit and haloed.]
I dunno.... a date?
[Just what you say to all the girls. He smirks and squints, Can't strum his guitar with one hand so he cups a hand over his eyes to look up.]
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The weather was fine. Sun shining on through the leaves above. It's not until someone is blocking the rays that he looks up, backlit and haloed.]
I dunno.... a date?
[Just what you say to all the girls. He smirks and squints, Can't strum his guitar with one hand so he cups a hand over his eyes to look up.]