"You make them? Wow. That's some serious skill you have, babe. I wouldn't know where to start making a whole new fucking guitar."
Bjorn looked around nodding and taking it all in realising this was indeed a classroom and he would do well not to be disrespectful or bitchy regarding this. Rekker had a life here and he used his skill to teach kids. The Swede thought it was cute and a worthy career choice away from the craziness of being in a band.
"Bass too? You're hot shit, honey. I had no idea you could play bass too. Those fingers of yours must be skilled as fuck. I'm impressed. Seriously. Teaching deaf kids? That's heart-warming, really. No fucking joke."
The Swede wasn't being rude or bitchy now because that was just fucking heart warming in every way. Rekker was a real sweetie underneath all the grouchy ginger bastard persona.
"The rich bastards you're talking about can't do shit compared to all of this. I'm sorry those fuckers tried to drive you out. Must be jealous shitheads is all I can say."
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Bjorn looked around nodding and taking it all in realising this was indeed a classroom and he would do well not to be disrespectful or bitchy regarding this. Rekker had a life here and he used his skill to teach kids. The Swede thought it was cute and a worthy career choice away from the craziness of being in a band.
"Bass too? You're hot shit, honey. I had no idea you could play bass too. Those fingers of yours must be skilled as fuck. I'm impressed. Seriously. Teaching deaf kids? That's heart-warming, really. No fucking joke."
The Swede wasn't being rude or bitchy now because that was just fucking heart warming in every way. Rekker was a real sweetie underneath all the grouchy ginger bastard persona.
"The rich bastards you're talking about can't do shit compared to all of this. I'm sorry those fuckers tried to drive you out. Must be jealous shitheads is all I can say."