Re: Clementine and OPEN
"What is that?" Cody asked, drawing out each word and invading the redhead's personal space to see what she was playing with. It looked like an instrument, but being a lover of the art, he was surprised to see something that he didn't recognize. He had his own guitar strapped to his back, grateful for the amp he could borrow because god, he wasn't one of those damn acoustic saps (ignoring that that guitar was currently in his room back at the Retreat) that played fucking acoustic on Open Mic Night. Ed Sheeran could suck his dick.
No, he looked the rockstar part all over again, dark eyeliner, hair redyed recently to cover the "Edward Brown" as he thought of it, and pants tight enough to be sinful. He was Cody Twilight again and he belonged on stage. Maybe everyone else would suck and he could just take over the whole event.