"Awesome," With a smile full of genuine joy Pearl walked up onto the platform, parked herself next to him and began to play alongside him. Some of her notes were higher to harmonise but in parts she played the same to amplify the sound. The sound of the crowd dimmed the guitar music the primary focus for her ears. With a slow blink Pearl brought herself back to the small pubs she used to play in Texas. The ones full of people who had no idea and very little care for who she was but by the end of the night were calling her darlin' and buying her drinks she wasn't legally allowed to imbibe.
Opening her eyes she glanced at Cat and the way his lips parted to sing. His voice was deep but soft, not husky or scratchy but like warm amber whiskey.