Musically inclined

Strings gripped my tongue,it's cords cut into my speech and it's tune swayed my focused gaze. My eyes scoured over the ignorant beasts cramming past one another. Strange,

a neon yellow pants-that is bold for a young man. Curious

I followed the brave fashion choice;yellow led me to the strings end and a dapper man stood there

Waiting to

Rip up my discipline as if it was a passport to a heaven he would never enter.