He beamed as he strummed and sang. A distractingly attractive half-smile was once on his lips. It in no way failed to amaze me that he ought to play his guitar and sing at the same time. Me? I ought to barely do just one of those things. Jenny waved her fingers in the air and hooted and hollered for her man and I did the same, joyful that I ought to come out and help him today, aid them all today. Well, maybe not Griffin.
The song ended with a thunderous reaction from the crowd, even the guys directly in front of me. I used to be ecstatic for Kellan and the boys. They deserved the success. Kellan put his guitar away for the next song, popping the microphone off its stand. The stage right here was once wider than Pete's and with greater room to stroll around, Kellan also had greater room t
