Cheyenne, holding out a guitar, “Music is about expressing your emotions.” Brendan slowly takes the guitar, he hesitates before strumming the guitar and screaming. Cheyenne puts his hand on Brendan’s shoulder, “Are you okay?”
doing this with anything is an awful hit, but god, there are so many youtube accounts that serve as the last existing records of so many dead people's voices. feels especially perverse
apotheoseity
