âunnie, stay still.â even though her inner patience was deteriorating you couldnât tell such by the look on her face. roseanne was always a sweet girl, always treading with a pure mouth that rarely said anything distasteful. if she was like a cup of coffee she would be far from black. âif you keep fidgeting you canât hold the strings properly.â they had been at it for who knows how long now, and she didnât know if jennie was messing around on purpose or truly struggling with the concept she was attempting to bring across. or maybe she personally was a bad teacher. either way, she was sticking to her persistence, tucking her nervousness in her pocket. who would think that the girl who stood in shock at most idols was now with her arms around one.Â
but jennie was different, in a way at least. roseanne couldnât personally pinpoint what it was exactly, but there was something that had made the process of breaking down her wall of fear around the blackpink member a little easier. which was a good thing especially for now, since one could not teach another to play the guitar with shaking hands. one couldnât even play the guitar with shaking hands to begin with.Â
since practicing individual notes was a boring concept and they had already going through the routine of repeating common cords she decided now to play one of the most beginner songs to gather more comfort to the guitar in jennieâs grasp, her fingers guiding the idols along through the strings. and when adding vibrato to the notes it was similar to how one would trill on the flute, but instead of their being a specific key to flicker on the foot joint, it was all in the string itself and the way your finger would manipulate the intensity. âhot, cross, buns. one a penny.. two a penny... hot, cross, buns.â she sang the tune in english, her austalian accent muffled by the hums she stifled between the paused of the words.Â
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