Fool for love

[knowsit]

Comments

[damnyou]

Right. I don't know, just write about him fingering his violin.

[knowsit]

That's not much of an article.

And don't think I don't notice how you're wording it.

[damnyou]

Whatever! Just ask him when he started the violin, why he picked that and not another instruments, what shampoo he uses, who he's taking to the homecoming ball...

[knowsit]

STOP IT!

This is a public blog, Daniel.

[damnyou]

Hey, the public wants to know!

[knowsit]

I am not your friend. And I quit.

You are a terrible person.

[damnyou]

Oh, come on! I'll screen the comments, alright?

[knowsit]

Fine.

But I'm not asking him that and I don't care who he takes. I just appreciate his music.

[damnyou]

Okay, okay, I gotcha.

Hey, just for this piece I'm writing, what colour are his eyes again?

[knowsit]

A soft hazel brown that in certain lights takes an amber hue.

[damnyou]

Thank you, that has been very conclusive.

[knowsit]

What?

I take note of these things. I'm a poet, it's what I do.

[damnyou]

Yeah?

My eyes?