[Music is all he knows. When he tries to think of anything else- anything he might've enjoyed enough before he got signed... Hell, even before he picked up his first instrument. It's all background noise. A fog of barely-there memories. Yeah, yeah, get out more. He doesn't know how.]
[Let's not dwell on that though. He knocks back of the rest of his drink - which proves to be a mistake, given the coughing and the way it brings a tear to his eye - and shrugs all that off.]
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[Let's not dwell on that though. He knocks back of the rest of his drink - which proves to be a mistake, given the coughing and the way it brings a tear to his eye - and shrugs all that off.]
Well for now, I need another drink.