Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

[LittleLips]

(OOC: First link - only need to watch until 1:05, Second link - only need to watch until 1:45 )​

Briefly shooting you a look, I smirked and simply agreed. "Basically." It was exactly what I was referring too, and I was only happy you weren't completely insulted. I listened though, intently as you spoke, while I continue to tune the guitar. Though, I laughed slightly at your explanation. "Trollin', huh?" I confirmed, "Yep, ya really are American, arentcha?" Letting out a light giggle, I shook my head. I suppose we all had stupidities we liked to indulge in. I fell silent as I started to pay more attention my acoustic guitar. Giving a few strums, I looked up at you as you asked how long I had been playing for. Giving a sly grin, I responded, "Does it look familiar to ya? The guitar, I mean."

Looking down to the guitar, I tapped it lightly, "It's yours." My head lifted and I smiled. "At least I think. Unless Mom was into playin' the strings, which she wasn't, I'm certain this here is yours. I found it in the basement storage room a few years back. Haven't really put it down since." I smiled to you, "It's been a while though..." It had been so long since I had last played. Things had gotten hectic with the deaths, and all the legal stuff to deal with. It was just overwhelming. Despite this, I was eager to play. I didn't wait too long before I started to play a quite famous song.

"Like a bit of Rock?" Pick in hand, I started to strum quite heavily to the tune of AC/DC's Highway to Hell. With my legs criss-crossed, I was wagging my right knee up and down to the beat. The moment I started to play, my face lit up. Just when it was only apparent that I could play, I began to sing:

"Livin' easy
Lovin' free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Askin' nothin'
Leave me be
Takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
Goin' down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell -"​

"Yeah!" I said enthusiastically, "Ou - how about somethin' softer. Somethin' 90s." Smiling, I started to play another, much different tune. It was a softer strum, but surely, you knew it - Oasis' song - Wonderwall. With this song more than anything, it became apparent how truly passionate I was in music, particularly singing and playing guitar. My voice, much softer, carried much emotion.

"Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now

Back beat, the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don't know how

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall! -"​

I stopped strumming, and looked up to you with a bit of a weak smile.