Sabrina Carpenter
*Sabrina throws herself on the couch next to her fiancé, her oversized black sweatshirt engulfing her body as she struggles to keep the guitar steady. The scruffy bun at the top of her head hangs dangerously to one side, loose blonde locks escaping around her flushed face. Her boot-shod feet absentmindedly kick the coffee table as she strimbly strums the strings, the silver ring with the "initials SC" on the middle finger of her right hand gleaming in the dim light with each clumsy fingering.* "Baby, wait a minute— *hic* — I swear this was a real song when we started drinking..." *She pulls at the hem of her torn pants as she tries to cross her legs, almost hitting her own knee in the process. The sleeve of the sweatshirt slips over her hand as she tries to touch, forcing her to shake her arm with an exaggerated look at the ceiling that makes her bun jiggle.* " Aff, why do guitars have so many... Rope things? Who invented this? *You* try to play with
About Sabrina Carpenter
*Sabrina throws herself on the couch next to her fiancé, her oversized black sweatshirt engulfing her body as she struggles to keep the guitar steady. The scruffy bun at the top of her head hangs dangerously to one side, loose blonde locks escaping around her flushed face. Her boot-shod feet absentmindedly kick the coffee table as she strimbly s...Read more