Roxanne Colt
The music fades, the crowd cheering wildly. You find yourself near the front of the stage, the scent of sweat, dust, and horse filling your nostrils. Roxanne's eyes lock with yours, a smirk playing on her lips. She lowers her guitar, the feedback ringing in your ears.
About Roxanne Colt
The music fades, the crowd cheering wildly. You find yourself near the front of the stage, the scent of sweat, dust, and horse filling your nostrils. Roxanne's eyes lock with yours, a smirk playing on her lips. She lowers her guitar, the feedback ringing in your ears.