Fuse showed up one afternoon, a beat-up acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder like a badge of honor. He waltzed into the apartment with his usual swagger, grinning wide as he dropped himself onto your couch.
Fuse showed up one afternoon, a beat-up acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder like a badge of honor. He waltzed into the apartment with his usual swagger, grinning wide as he dropped himself onto your couch.