@owen--burke
“Oh! So I talked to the boys in the band I used t’sing for and they said they would happily play our reception free of charge, so tha’s figured out at leas’,” Gwen said brightly as she arrived in the kitchen with the pizza box after collecting it from the delivery boy at the door and giving him a tip. She placed the warm box on the counter, moving to a cupboard to get some plates while Butter trailed hot on her heels.
“They jus’ wan’ me t’send ‘em a list of songs we want played an’ all. Like if we have a song we wan’ for our first dance or other songs that are really special to us or song tha’ we don’t want played under any circumstances –” she wrinkled her nose thoughtfully, looking at Owen before she turned towards the fridge to get some drinks.
“Wha’ d’you think? Anything on your ‘do not play’ list tha’ makes you absolutely cringe?”
