I am a character in a novel about a curmudgeon who hooks up with a window dancer with literary aspirations. On a tour of Los Angeles literary landmarks she notices a busker playing ukulele. He has a tablet computer with blue tooth speakers--his back up band. She has a ukulele that she sometimes breaks out in her cam shows. She knows about 2 chords: Fm and C7. The busker is playing a song using mainly those 2 chords along with a couple others she doesn't know.
"Well, he took up with a Salvation Army Band girl, played dirty water on a swordfish trombone. Went to sleep at the bottom of 10 Killer Lake and said, 'gee, but it's great to be home'."
He and his dog, a chihuahua mix with choppy Rod Stewart hair, are wearing matching Fedoras, the dog's with ear holes. This could be a meet cute, except that she is the only cute thing for miles. The dog is just about the ugliest thing imaginable, and the busker isn't winning any beauty contests. For a minute she thinks she sees a flash of recognition in his eyes but it fades away like a window shade pulled down. Close call, as she sometimes encounters 'fans' out in the so-called 'real world' and without the protective window of her computer screen that isn't something she relishes.
"Well, he took up with a Salvation Army Band girl, played dirty water on a swordfish trombone. Went to sleep at the bottom of 10 Killer Lake and said, 'gee, but it's great to be home'."
He and his dog, a chihuahua mix with choppy Rod Stewart hair, are wearing matching Fedoras, the dog's with ear holes. This could be a meet cute, except that she is the only cute thing for miles. The dog is just about the ugliest thing imaginable, and the busker isn't winning any beauty contests. For a minute she thinks she sees a flash of recognition in his eyes but it fades away like a window shade pulled down. Close call, as she sometimes encounters 'fans' out in the so-called 'real world' and without the protective window of her computer screen that isn't something she relishes.