@lostharms Climbing into the drivers seat, Sammy took a moment to check everything was good and in order, and quietly mumbling to himself as he did so.
"Great. Everything is sorted. Lets go."
He flashed her a smile and nod, and they pulled out, now driving off to the restaurant.
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Shifts had ended and once his work was finished for the night, it was Sammy's time to shine. A night on the town with a certain lady was in order, and it was safe to say he was excited.
He dressed himself up in his Sunday best, combed back his +
@lostharms "Yes well. . ."
Sammy cleared his throat at the compliment, and held out a hand to lead her to his car.
"I have reserved us a table at a local Italian restaurant, don't ask how I could afford it really."
He opened the passenger seat door for her, and once inside, shut it and +
@lostharms + the pink roses in his hand and held them out, once her hands were free.
"Ah, I got these for you, hopefully you're not allergic. They're real, after all."
@lostharms Seeing her standing at the door, sammy needed a second to pull himself together before flashing a small smile and tilting his hat toward her.
"Not at all. The trip was pretty quick and easy, I merely asked your sister for directions and went from there."
He glanced over to +
@lostharms + bouquet of pink roses tucked into his arm.
As he waited for her to answer, he checked himself out in the slight reflection of the door window, making sure everything was picture perfect for her.
@lostharms Finally he had arrived, and sammy, while dressed specifically in a fitting open suit with his suspenders peeking through, his hair combed into a sleek side parting, and a nice hat, looking nothing like the dusty musician shed seen before, knocked upon the door with a small +
+ hair and even shaved for the occasion.
Checking himself out in his mirror, the musician tried his best to ignore the eye bags from lack of sleep and dead look in his deep blue eyes, other than that he looked great.
Leaving the house, he jumped into his car and made his +
A soft yawn, the songwriter would rock his chair back and forth, as he played the same four notes over and over, not really making music but not allowing himself to sit in silence either.
@lostharms "I hope we have fun. I ain't good at doing this stuff."
The ladies man can't plan dates. Typical.
But I'll leave ya' somethin to work with. Here."
Leaning over, he placed a small kiss on her cheek, before standing.
"Abyssinia."
He leaned back in his chair, in the cosy confines of his sanctuary, casually plucking at his trusty banjo. He was suffering with a serious muse block, every piece he thought of was garbage to him,
But a friend told him to just keep going. Keep plucking.
@lostharms + you, it ain't so bad. Let's try this lil' thing out. Once our shifts are over, I'll take you out to town, spend the night just you and I. And see how it goes from there."
@lostharms "Yeah, ya' seem less intense about things. Not striving for fame as hard yknow?"
A quick shrug, eyes locked to her's. His expression calm and composed, like he'd done this before.
"I'll be frank with ya' babe. This whole songwritin' biz has me swamped, but with a gal like +
@lostharms "We worked together, it's no surprise. She was a nice woman, your sister. She was very. . . Passionate. I guess that's why we didn't work. But you're different."
He was trying to find the right words, he was used to confessions but this was different, causing him to fall silent.