I know! Me too! I would drive ridiculous distances to hear him sing in a semi-shitty bar. And, yes, the accent! And, and, look, I spent what is probably a stupid amount of time being sort of in love with his face, but now, I really have to point out: HI. HI. HIS HANDS. I like those. I like those a lot.
Also, that little growly thing. I just. Nnngh. I have died.
Where would Jared fit in? Is he the sexy bartender at the local joint where songwriter Jensen performs his new songs?
Aha! I had no idea where Jared would fit in, that was totally the crux of my issue! But the bartender is genius. That is totally where he would be! Jared sees lots of acts come through, lots of guys with their beat up guitars and dusty boots, their hats cocked to the side, singing songs on the surface. Jensen though, Jensen gets up there and things stop. Everything stops. He plays like the stage is his church. He sings like it'll get him to salvation if he just keeps doing it.
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Also, that little growly thing. I just. Nnngh. I have died.
Where would Jared fit in? Is he the sexy bartender at the local joint where songwriter Jensen performs his new songs?
Aha! I had no idea where Jared would fit in, that was totally the crux of my issue! But the bartender is genius. That is totally where he would be! Jared sees lots of acts come through, lots of guys with their beat up guitars and dusty boots, their hats cocked to the side, singing songs on the surface. Jensen though, Jensen gets up there and things stop. Everything stops. He plays like the stage is his church. He sings like it'll get him to salvation if he just keeps doing it.
...Dammit.