"Mick's big hands? I've noticed them when he plays. He's got good finger technique on his fretboard and strumming with rhythm. He knows how to play his Gibson. Must be late 60's model----maybe 67-69? Uh---but enough about guitars."
Erik shook his head and giggled because he could talk guitars for hours. Hunter always used to roll his eyes whenever his brother got into a debate about which guitar played best. Gibson, Fender, Ibanez....all of them. Focusing, he nodded, breathing out slowly.
"I will. Thanks, Ziggy."
The kiss was welcome and he patted the singer's arm as he got out of the driver's side. Robert was now getting back in and Erik could feel his nerves return a bit. Goodness, the man was so beautiful. The way his hair moved when he walked. Pushing his hair back he nodded and tried to compose himself.
"Of course. We still have a long way to go. I am sure you will give us all a smooth ride though."
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Erik shook his head and giggled because he could talk guitars for hours. Hunter always used to roll his eyes whenever his brother got into a debate about which guitar played best. Gibson, Fender, Ibanez....all of them. Focusing, he nodded, breathing out slowly.
"I will. Thanks, Ziggy."
The kiss was welcome and he patted the singer's arm as he got out of the driver's side. Robert was now getting back in and Erik could feel his nerves return a bit. Goodness, the man was so beautiful. The way his hair moved when he walked. Pushing his hair back he nodded and tried to compose himself.
"Of course. We still have a long way to go. I am sure you will give us all a smooth ride though."