[he hears the poem and the announcement for the club, but he doesn't respond. It sounds like a good idea, actually, but it's the kind of thing he tells himself he might respond to later. Maybe.
...but probably not.
Where he can be found is Cloud Nine that night, gaze intent on the stage as his fingers tap lightly on the table in time with the beat. He still hasn't found a guitar, and he's missing it.]
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...but probably not.
Where he can be found is Cloud Nine that night, gaze intent on the stage as his fingers tap lightly on the table in time with the beat. He still hasn't found a guitar, and he's missing it.]