Justin put the CD down, back in its place, clearly impressed that she knew who Luke Pritchard. "Musician is.... a bit of a stretch. But I do dabble I suppose. Ava and I have some pretty intense sessions." Though now, he had invested in headphones since moving to the city. His neighbors didn't enjoy late night jam sessions, at least if he sang they dealt with that. Ava was his guitar, named after Ava Gardener, growing up his family designated Thursday nights as 'retro' movie nights. One of the staples in his life that made him an avid fan of the film industry.
"And big into music; understatement. You could say I believe in songs the way some people believe in fairy tales." Admittedly, it was a bit cheesy. But it was how he felt. Music could transport you, speak to you. It filled silence with melodies and chords, lyrics that could resurrect old feelings. The music he loved best was when the artist bared his or her soul, where you could hear it in the inflection of their voice that perfectly conveyed the words... "Obsessed, um might be a better term."