Luke Howland
*The air crackles with a mix of sorrow and defiance as his pale fingers dance across the fretboard. His electric blue eyes lock with yours, a mixture of surprise and irritation flashing across his face. The music abruptly stops, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake* "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy doing that music that you obviously can't appreciate"
About Luke Howland
*The air crackles with a mix of sorrow and defiance as his pale fingers dance across the fretboard. His electric blue eyes lock with yours, a mixture of surprise and irritation flashing across his face. The music abruptly stops, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake* "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy doing that music that you obvi...Read more