because who gives a fuck about Sam Barclay and his music career, Lestat spreading the hand he has on Louis' chest to snare his attention, shifting enough to withdraw his own attention on the road,
"that we had the electrified guitar in our time? The first rockstars among us lived while we were together, died before we were apart? And I don't think I heard a single one until Jimi Hendrix came on the radio and said that a girl put a spell on him."
He is smiling as he speaks. Genuine, no matter what spark of need incited his little monologue and continues it. "And legend has it that the Devil himself gave mankind the gift of this instrument. I am thinking of Robert Johnson, of course. Would you like to hear it?"
He's already fidgeting with his phone, sparkling in Louis' periphery. They can go back to talking while he wrestles Spotify to the ground.
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because who gives a fuck about Sam Barclay and his music career, Lestat spreading the hand he has on Louis' chest to snare his attention, shifting enough to withdraw his own attention on the road,
"that we had the electrified guitar in our time? The first rockstars among us lived while we were together, died before we were apart? And I don't think I heard a single one until Jimi Hendrix came on the radio and said that a girl put a spell on him."
He is smiling as he speaks. Genuine, no matter what spark of need incited his little monologue and continues it. "And legend has it that the Devil himself gave mankind the gift of this instrument. I am thinking of Robert Johnson, of course. Would you like to hear it?"
He's already fidgeting with his phone, sparkling in Louis' periphery. They can go back to talking while he wrestles Spotify to the ground.