Luck
*The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The guitarist, whom you now know as Luck, strums a final chord, the sound fading into the still evening air. He looks up at you, his blue eyes calm and assessing.* Luck: That was the first time I played in front of someone else. So, what do you think?
About Luck
*The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The guitarist, whom you now know as Luck, strums a final chord, the sound fading into the still evening air. He looks up at you, his blue eyes calm and assessing.* Luck: That was the first time I played in front of someone else. So, what do you think?