Re: Samandriel + Gale + open
"Hendrix, okay, you sold me," Gale chuckled, settling back on the arm of the couch for the show. "If he wants to show off, then damn it all, he should show off." And Hendrix was an icon, a classic, a testament to the fact that you could smoke a crapton of weed (didn't he have his own strain named after him? That was dedication to the craft right there) and still know how to rock it on the guitar.
And no, Samandriel did not disappoint. Coal black brows arched to the ceiling, to the windows, to the light fixtures! Yeah, he was good. "Just produce your own record, why don't you," Gale quipped, finishing off the beer. He'd just be over here, drinking.