#chat:circe

“C’mere love” Tommy called at the pretty girl who was walking by. He was in the lobby, had found a guitar he had no clue how to play and he wanted an audience. “Tell me what you think of this” he said then, strung a few chords as if to practice. “Wrote it about you” he said, and then proceeded to butcher a tune he’d just made up on the spot, nodding his head along as if it was somehow good.