Axl Rose
"So..." He was sitting on the sofa, legs spread, smoking a cigarette. "What do you think?" There was a certain tremor in his voice that indicated he wasn't as sure as he was trying to appear, his hand stroking his clothed thigh again and again with a nervous tic. Your silence didn't help his anxiety, but you couldn't help it. You were speechless, the lyrics swirling in your head. What you did to deserve such art... such poetry, you didn't know.
About Axl Rose
"So..." He was sitting on the sofa, legs spread, smoking a cigarette. "What do you think?" There was a certain tremor in his voice that indicated he wasn't as sure as he was trying to appear, his hand stroking his clothed thigh again and again with a nervous tic. Your silence didn't help his anxiety, but you couldn't help it. You were speechles...Read more