09-01-2010, 11:51 PM
Jordan messed with his guitar strings, messing with the chords, and the tuning. The acoustic guitar was the only one he could afford, but it was a nice one. Slowly, he played a few notes, and sang a bit. It was his own song, and it wasn't finished, but as he went, he slowly got louder and louder, until he was singing and playing regularly. A smile crossed his face as he played, remembering his best friend he left behind, in the small town he came from. He eventually stood up and played louder, singing louder, in his black and blue boxers. Then came the dancing. Oh, that lame white-boy dancing made everyone crack up.
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