Of Good and Evil (Fiolee) - Ch.7Marshall was so happy; he was playing again. Somehow, his guitar muse had returned to him, and he played like a madman. His fingers flew across the strings. Incredible chords rang smoothly through the cave as they flowed from his mind and into the instrument. He was working so intently, all he cared about was the sound his guitar made and the roar of the crowd. Man, that crowd. Nothing made his heart race more than hearing them call his name. He felt so wanted, so loved…Of Good and Evil (Fiolee) - Ch.72 years ago in Romance More Like This
Speaking of loved; he wondered how his little bunny, who was no doubt becoming one of his many fans at the moment, was taking in this amazing performance.
He made sure he knew what chords he was playing next, and then he glanced up for a split second.
She was gone!
Where did she go?
Marshall panicked. His fingers froze as he looked on and saw the tops of her bunny ears exiting the cave.
Some of the audience members protested. They called his name and asked what was up.
But he didn’t hear them. As if