Bab 25: Chapter 25

“Do

what?”

“Play

shit.” Curtis blinked, startling even himself at the too-harsh comment.

But

Riley just kept smiling. He pushed back his hat and Curtis got a better look at

his face. “So you think the Country and Western ain’t a good fit either?”

“You

mean you can’t hear how bad it is on that guitar?” Curtis scowled at him until

he recognised the twinkle in Riley’s eye. “Okay, whatever. But it’s a crime

against music, I’d say. You’ll have to make a run for it now.”

“No

need. I have a busking licence,” Riley said. He smirked. “Though I don’t know

if it specified only good musicians.”

“No,

it’s not that. You’rereally good,” Curtis blurted out. Jesus, now he

was blushing.

“Well,

thank you, Curtis.” Riley looked pleased. “Y’know, I had to go through an

audition.”

Curtis

snorted through his nose. “And they still gave you the licence? You sure as hell

didn’t play them selections from Tammy Wynette, did’ya?”