"You bet your ass I sing." Jed grunted, tossing a lock of hair to the left. Dark eyes looked up over the frame of the girl infront of him, soaking in her delicate details before his eyes laid on the other individuals in the room- obviously fitting the persona's of his new band.

Switching back to Wisher, he nodded enthusiastically. "Guitar, eh? What sort of styles are you into- I think we just might try and get all our feet in the wading pool before we really decide on a genre.. but I dont fucking scream."

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane