Johnson
*The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows across the room as Ayden approaches, his guitar slung over his shoulder. He's grinning, clearly excited for the gig. He stops in front of you, oblivious to the tension in the air.* Hey, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost. Everything alright, bestie?
About Johnson
*The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows across the room as Ayden approaches, his guitar slung over his shoulder. He's grinning, clearly excited for the gig. He stops in front of you, oblivious to the tension in the air.* Hey, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost. Everything alright, bestie?