The bass guitar growled at me, like it wanted to rip me to shreds. I frozen in place, did not move an inch...then i let my fingers dance across the strings. It purred to life, and I smiled. "Hello my dear." i spoke slowly."Ready to dance? I'll lead..."
A little drabble i wrote while watching a friend play the bass...
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hmmm...lets see, i will write random things maybe a few deep thoughts or something the lines of that...yep...that is if i remember to write at all. hehehe
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