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A young man called Kenny was 23 years old who had ginger coloured hair that had natural curls in his hair and he had hazel grey coloured eyes and he had a clean shaven face with a hollow-cheeked and glimmering smile on his face. He had an upper torso and was naturally toned along with his arms too and his legs and thighs were toned too. As Kenny was wearing a plain white coloured t-shirt and blue coloured jeans and blue coloured slip on shoes on his feet. He was an Irish singer and song writer who played his guitar and performed his own songs that had written himself on a Friday night and one regular slot in his local pub which was called The Green Harp which was heaving with the locals.
He sat on a stool playing guitar with a plectrum in his right hand and held the guitar with his left hand and he had a trap go over his shoulder and microphone and stand which was in front of the young man as Kenney was singing away was his own original songs that he wrote himself as quite hush fell over the inter pub, they captivated his audience by singing and his words of his songs were very pulling at the emotions this brought some of the audience to tears
She quietly slipped through the engrossed crowd and walked straight toward the stage. She didn’t say a word to disrupt the song, but she reached out and gently rested a small, folded piece of paper on the edge of Kenny’s microphone stand before turning away.
Remarkably, this sudden entrance did not affect the audience at all. The locals remained completely frozen, deeply engrossed in Kenny’s moving song. But from his spot on the stool, Kenny looked up. As his final chord vibrated through the room, his hazel-grey eyes locked onto her graceful gaze. She gave him a slow, invigorating smile.
