oh man! another fun stuffed headcanon story! this time it's all about bon bon. i did these in order so each character is revealed a certain way...yea, chica is introduced here in bon's childhood, but she makes an appaerence, obviously, later in his life, but it picks up after the final scene in this story. it'll make sense, hush.
the link here is a young and old version of my bonnie for those who are interested - tagged/bonnie_the_bunny
most of bonnie's childhood (the interest in guitar and everything leading up to that) is based on the mixed childhood of all the beatles, basically. they all took their interest in an instrument and worked themselves to be the talented geniuses they are known for today. freddy and bonnie's first meeting is pretty much an altered version of paul mccartney and john lennon's first meeting. if you're interested in seeing that inspiration for that scene, i'd recommend watching the excerpt from the beatles anthology which is paul talking about meeting john for the first time (right here watch?v=r_2f_UpTz24 ) and then watch a movie adaptation of their first meeting, which focuses on john lennon's childhood and early life up until the point he forms the beatles (seen here watch?v=QByhh5SlRpY ) and if you're REALLY curious; no, i doubt that's how their exact meeting went, from actions to words. it is a movie, not a documentary~
oh, and the song chica is obsessed with during their childhood is this ( watch?v=1uVYkk8PRJc ) now now, dont be so disappointed lmao you'll hear it again soon
ok sorry for wasting your time, please continue.
"Congratulations," the doctor grinned and handled the tiny bundle over to the mother, "it's a boy."
The mother, who was still laying back with her damp hair strewn out over the pillow, gave the doctor a weak but questionable look as she took the baby in her arms. "B-boy? We thought it was a girl? That's what we were told months ago..."
The doctor shook his head before picking up some paperwork. "I'm sorry to have mixed everything, but these things can be wrong sometimes. You still have a beautiful, healthy baby boy. I'll give you guys a moment." With that, the doctor left the stunned mother and the equally bewildered father who sat at his wife's side.
"I can't believe it..." The mother breathed and gazed down at her baby's red face sticking out from the layers of blue blankets. "We had the room all made...we had a name...it was suppose to be perfect." If she wasn't so tired, her husband was sure she would have had yelled and threw a fit but the aftermath of child birth was rushing up to her so she could barely keep her eyes open.
Her husband rested a hand on her forehead and brushed away the strands of her hair. "It will be okay, sweetheart. So what if he has a girl room? I still have the time and material to re decorate it. It's not like he'll notice anyway."
The mother's eyes never left her baby. "And the name...? We were so focused on girls, we never gave a second thought about boys."
The two sat in calming silence until the father finally shrugged his shoulders. "I personally don't have anything against giving him the name we picked out. It can be considered unisex."
Thinking hard, the mother gave a hopeful look up to her handsome husband, then down to her adorable son. "I guess...okay." She finally smiled and poked the baby's nose, earning a muffled whine from him.
"Welcome to the world, little Bonnie."
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The mother knocked on the wooden door politely and pressed her ear against it. "Bonnie, baby? Would you like to come to the park with me?"
The boy on the other side of the door stirred around before dragging himself out of bed and peeking out past the crack of his door. He couldn't lean in far enough because of the wiring of his braces bumping into the frame. "Why?" he asked meekly.
His mother smiled gently. "It's such a warm day out. I thought me and you could walk down together and you go play with your friends."
Bonnie frowned, trying to think of these "friends" she spoke of, but he didn't bother to argue and went off to get dress in his Sunday outfit she insisted on wearing. It didn't make sense; why was he forced to wear a nice tie and shoes when he was going out to play? Then again, he wasn't going to play anyway, so he dropped the argument altogether.
It was a warm day, as his mother said, for it was the middle of spring and his birthday was just around the corner. Soon he'd be turning 8, and hopefully be getting an upgrade for his braces...maybe a pair that weren't so clunky and noticeable. Then again, he still had an awful overbite with two buck teeth that stuck out, and came to terms that it will be another few years before these horrid braces would finally come off his head.
Itching at the straps on his head that were messing up his curly purple hair, Bonnie held his mother's hand as they walked down the street and to the local park which was more vast and bright than the dreary, dark city sidewalks where Bonnie preferred to play by himself without being noticed. As they came into view of the children on the playground, Bonnie instinctively let go of his mother's hand and strayed off the path far away from here, while she thought nothing of it and joined the mothers on the bench in the shade.
He recognized many of the children, most of them fellow classmates he went to primary school with. They didn't necessarily hate him, they just...found him odd. With his frail, sickly frame and the intimidating wiring of his braces, the other children avoided Bonnie, claiming he wasn't human and was secretly a robot to spy on them. Spy on them from who? Bonnie didn't know, but he didn't think that logic mattered to them. They avoided him like the plague, but if he was lucky enough, they would approach him, only to shout in his face.
"Here comes Bonnie Cottontail! Hoppin' down the bunny trail!
Hippity Hoppin', Easter's on its way!"
Bonnie slapped his hands over his mouth and turned his back towards the group of children (mainly boys) who had stopped what they were doing on the playground to turn and chant their song at him.
"S-shut up," he said in a whimper, though no one heard him. "It's not even Easter yet."
The little boy with bunny teeth made a bee line to a nearby tree with a fat trunk and pulled up roots, so no one could see him crouching behind it. Pulling his knees up to his chest, Bonnie examined the small flowers and weeds that grew around the tree, sometimes placing his finger down and watching the ants crawl over it like an obstacle. At this point, he welcomed any company, even if it was a trail of ants that he could hardly see.
"Hop, hop, hop!"
The voice of a little girl sounded nearby and Bonnie's body immediately tensed. He wished he could hide his face in his knees but the wires kept him from doing that. He pressed his back to the trunk and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the girl would go away.
"HOP!"
"AHH!"
Bonnie stumbled over when a face thrusted itself in his personal space and shouted right in his ear, making his heart jump in his throat. The source of the "hop"'s and the yelling began to giggle uncontrollably as they watched the skinny boy struggle to regain his balance on his bum.
"You're a scared as a bunny, too!" The girl stifled her giggles by pressing her chubby hands to her toothy grin.
Bonnie frowned as hard as he could, turning away from her. "I'm not a bunny, go away." He said bitterly. Unfortunately, he still felt her presence and tried hard not to peek a glance at her. It wasn't that hard, since once again, her face was right next to his-WAY too close to his-and caused him to wiggle around in his spot.
"Wha's with that thingy magig on your head?" She pointed to wire and the straps that gripped his head, and he kept his eyes looking down at his shoes.
"They're braces. Mother said I have to wear them cos' I got bad teeth."
The girl giggled again. "You got bunny buck teeth."
He turned to glare at and that's when he finally got a good look at her; she was a short, chubby girl, with stringy brown hair that stuck up in awkward points while the rest were crudely pulled back in tiny pigtails with glitter hair ties. Most of what she wore was glitter, including the pink tutu that she wore over her leggings and t-shirt with "PRINCESS" written in sparkly cursive over her protruding tummy. When she smiled, he noticed missing teeth. She had some adult teeth already grown in, but some baby teeth were still present around the vacant areas. To top off her disheveled appearance she had some dirt smeared across her fat rosy cheeks and button nose which made her look adorable when she started giggling again.
"You're weird looking and I like you." She cooed and poked Bonnie in his pale cheek, making him squirm. He wasn't sure how to respond to all this attention. "Okay" was the only thing he squeaked out.
The girl's laughing became more consistent and loud. "Can I kiss you?" She asked sweetly, leaning in real close that made Bonnie more scared.
"K-kiss?!" He shouted. The idea made him scrunch up his nose and stick out his tongue. "Ew! No!"
"But I wanna kiss the bunny!" The girl laughed and tackle the boy to the ground, the latter letting out a yelp and a series of groans as the bubbly girl took over.
"You're gross!" Bonnie sneered out but wrestling with this girl was tiring him out and the second he let his guard down to relax his bones, the girls climbed on top of him and smacked a big wet kiss right on his cheek and pulled back with a satisfied 'MUAH!'
Pulling back, the girl giggled once more before getting up on her feet. "You're my husband now. Bye!" And she skipped away and that was the end of that.
Bonnie remained on the ground for a few minutes, his palm pressed to the cheek the girl kissed. Although his entire face and neck were flushed red, he grumbled to himself. "Girls are so weird."
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It turns out that little ball of energy went to his school because the next day back, she was standing in front of the room, introducing herself to the class. She truly was a charismatic, happy-go-lucky girl that everyone wanted to talk to. That left Bonnie with a feeling of jealously and want burning in his chest. He wished he was social like that and could be noticed by the cute girl. His wishes came true a few days later, where he was finally spotted in the crowd by her and was immediately tackled the second she found him.
"I didn't know the bunny was in my school!" She gushed and squeezed him in a tight hug that almost crushed his brittle bones.
"I'm not a bunny." He weakly muttered before she slowly pressed his nose against his. "Then why dontcha tell me your name then?" She sang and batted her eyes and a flirtatious way.
Gulping at the contact, Bonnie played with his fingers and shuffled his shoes. "It's...uh, Bonnie."
Her eyes widen and the girl's face broke out in a large, toothy grin. "That's awesome. You have a girl's name!"
Huffing, Bonnie glanced up at her. "So. What's your name?"
The girl reached him and pinched Bonnie's cheeks, making him flinch. "My mama calls me Catrina but everybody else calls me Chica."
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That girl Chica was fun to have around. She helped Bonnie make a couple of acquaintances in the class because she would spot him and introduce him to them even when he struggled to escape her grip. She had a talent for singing mostly nursery rhymes, but one day when she came to Bonnie's apartment, she was being nosy and was looking through some of his mom's records and asked him to play one. Afraid of being caught and yelled at, Bonnie wasn't sure, but those big lavender eyes couldn't be resisted, and he obliged, making her wiggle in her spot. A cheery tune started playing as the needle hit the record and once it was over, Chica kept playing it over and over again, until she got most of the lyrics down.
"Dance with me!" She laughed and Bonnie hesitated.
"But, I don't dance..."
"Sure you can!" Before he could reply, Chica held both of Bonnie's hands tightly in her own and spun him around his living room as she gleefully sang along.
"When you wore a tulip, a sweet yellow tulip, and I wore a big red rose!
When you caressed me, 'twas then heaven blessed me what a blessing no one knows!"
Bonnie let out a strangled laugh, not exactly like being thrown around the room while being held by Chica's hands, but couldn't resist when he saw how joyous she looked as she sang and danced with him. It was times like that Bonnie was actually grateful to have Chica in his life. She brought a little bit of happiness in his life when his parents didn't understand what he was going through, but she did. She was quirky, in a strange way, but when Bonnie needed to cry or was hurt, she turned into a whole different person who held him to her chest and gave him many kisses on his head.
One day, Chica promised to play with Bonnie after school and maybe listen to the music on the radio back at his house. He happily agreed, but when he came into school the next day, she never came in. Bonnie expected her to show up late to class with an excuse like she missed the bus or she overslept, but soon the day was over and Bonnie was standing by the front steps looking around for a brown haired girl with crazy pigtails. He managed to find his teacher leaving towards her car and he stopped her.
"E-excuse me, but why wasn't Chica in school today?" He held his hands together tightly in front of his chest, eyes hopeful.
His teacher looked down at Bonnie, expression hard but filled with concern. "I'm sorry, Bonnie, but Chica isn't coming here anymore. Her and her family moved to another town just this morning. I'm sorry."
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He had only known her for two months and she was gone, just like that. Bonnie thinks that even Chica didn't know she was leaving because she had promised to play with him the next day. When she left, Bonnie's life went dull again. Overtime, he began to wonder if those two months with her happened at all. The memories of their first meeting began to fade, and he eventually forgot what her eye color was. The one distinction of her that Bonnie remembered was that crazy hair held down by multiple pigtails and the song she loved to sing and dance to on his mother's record. At one point, Bonnie took that record from his mother's collection and hid it in his room, sometimes playing it on the lowest setting as he went to sleep. That hole she filled was now empty and that unfamiliar spark of happiness had now left. What he wouldn't do to feel that again.
As Bonnie went into middle school, he was finally downgraded by his braces to the typical wiring on his teeth which were easy to hide; he just didn't smile. He had gotten in the habit of not going home directly after school when he first met Chica, and even when she was gone, Bonnie still felt the need to wonder around and discover new things. Sometimes he went to the comic book store and browsed or he sat in a cafe and tried out the new desserts on the menu. He was running out of places to go but one day passed by an unpopular side of town, where many teenagers went and did "bad, unfathomable things" according to his parents. The buildings and establishments were painted black, some a dark brown or burgundy. This wasn't a place Bonnie was familiar with; in fact, it was his first time walking around these parts. He wasn't quite of age yet so none of his friends are aware of this either. As he was kicking a pebble down the cement sidewalk, a young man coolly leaning up against a lamp post right in front of a red door that was chipping off shoved a flyer in his hands, startling him.
"Hey, you into rock?" The kid with the shades nodded at Bonnie as the purple haired boy took the piece of paper.
"Uh...what?" He gave the teenager a dumbfounded glance.
Tsking, the teenager picked out the piece of gum he was chewing on and stuck it to the back of the lamp post. "Don't tell me you don't know rock 'n' roll...it's only the hottest new genre around. If you're interested and looking for a fun time, come by Friday night and watch some bands perform. You won't regret it."
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Bonnie was intrigued by what the teenager said. He read over the flyer he was given and found out the place the older boy was standing in front of was an underground night club that served alcohol and played music...the music his parents didn't much approve of. The opportunity got Bonnie excited, so that Friday night he said goodnight to his parents and once they went to bed, Bonnie was up and getting ready. He found articles of clothing and combed his hair a certain way to make him appear older, since there was an age limit of 16 and older allowed in. He had to remind himself not to smile at all, because teenagers would never be caught dead wearing braces.
Checking the time and the light in his parents bedroom, Bonnie slipped out through the living room window and traveled the distance from his apartment complex to the underground club which was just a five minute bus ride away. When he reached his destination, he saw that all the buildings were closed up and dark except for the one with the red door and the chipping wood. He looked down the staircase and saw a soft yellow glow pour out the stained glass windows as up beat music blasted through. This got Bonnie's adrenalin running and he was soon eagerly knocking at the door, waiting to be let it. When asked for his age, Bonnie put on a straight face and casually said 16, and the door was unlocked.
As the door was opened for him, he was greeted with a warm breeze that pulled him in and led him down another long cement staircase with cinder block walls. The deeper he walked in, the brighter and louder it got. He saw the crowd of people at the bottom of the stairs; teenage boys and girls that were gathered in the middle, swinging each other around by the hands and kicking their heels up to the beat of the music. The small club was filled with people who were either dancing or drinking, or watching the stage to watch inexperienced bands playing this raunchy, upbeat music. Everything about this place gave Bonnie goosebumps, and even though he promised himself he wouldn't, he couldn't help but smile.
When the bad ended their song, they left the small stage and many girls ran over to them to complement their playing and fawned over them. Bonnie was mostly watching the boy who had a guitar in his hands. The instrument caught Bonnie's attention and he forced himself through the hoard of girls in order to grab this boy by the arm. "Excuse me! Hey!"
Bonnie shook the boy and the later turned around, looking annoyed. "What? What? What is it?"
The young male pointed frantically to the instrument. "That-what is that?"
The musician gave Bonnie a clueless after looking him up and down. Finally, he scoffed and said. "It's a fuckin' guitar, idiot."
Bonnie didn't mind the "idiot" part, he was just thrilled he got an answer. "Thank you!"
After that night, Bonnie couldn't stop thinking of the music he had heard. It was so different from what his parents played, from what the school allowed...he checked that flyer over and over again to soak up all the information he wanted and left school one afternoon in search of a record store. When he found one, he shyly asked the man behind the counter about any rock 'n' roll records and he was pleased when he was directed to a whole back corner full of this music. He picked out an album, slipped on a pair of headphones and began to grin from ear to ear. Often times, Bonnie would bring a friend or two to listen to this music and finally earned enough money to buy a couple of records that he played none stop. This music! It made his skin scrawl in a delightful way and it made him want to get up and dance. It was wonderful, he wanted to make this music himself. He wanted to contribute to this new wave of music so the others around him could experience it as well.
Bonnie approached his dad one night and asked him a question. "Dad, if i earned enough money, could I get a guitar."
His father stopped what he was doing and gave him a doubtful look. "A what now?"
Swallowing, Bonnie began to make nervous gestures with his hands. "Um, y'know, a..." He then lifted his hands to make it look like he was holding an air guitar, and pretended to strum. "...a guitar, like one of these."
Bonnie got a boisterous laugh in reply, followed by a wave of his father's hand. "Nonsense, you don't need that. You could buy yourself a trumpet or a flute. Those make beautiful music."
Confused and beaten, Bonnie didn't argue with his father and gave up quickly...but technically, his father said he didn't need one, not that he couldn't get one.
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Most of his high school days were spent with his guitar: a simple acoustic that wasn't the most expensive, which meant the risk of it getting broken was greater, and nothing else. All he had to teach him was an introduction book which taught you the basic songs, some kinds musicians at the night club who offered their time to Bonnie and his very own knowledge from observing others. He was a bit slow at first; he only managed to memorize cords by the way his hands looked when doing them, not by the notes. (He did remind himself that if he wanted to go farther with this, he needed to learn at some point...). Day after day after school, Bonnie would strum his guitar and sit on his bed, looking out the window of his bedroom, watching the sun set. That's all he would do. He sometimes skipped dinner and went hours without speaking to his parents. At night, he would constantly slip out to go to the club and meet up with his mentors and friends who accepted him and built him up to be a pretty skilled guitarist.
His mother watched with disappointment and his father rolled his eyes at his son's plummet into a pathetic lifestyle, but they didn't intervene. They saw how happy he got when it was just him and his guitar, but they thought their son was so much better than that. Their constant nagging and warnings of his declining grades in school and his future career choices led Bonnie to a nervous breakdown, and the moment he graduated, he packed up his things and was out their door into an apartment complex that his fellow musicians shared. He appreciated his parents for their worrying about his well being, but Bonnie needed to move on and do something with his music.
The idea was easy to imagine, but Bonnie finally saw the reality of the situation, especially if you weren't associated with a band or group. He went solo, sometimes singing with a friend or two, but rarely managed to book a gig and was left broke for many weeks before he founds ways to earn money. He traveled to many towns, and often many states with his friends on the little money they had in their budget to try to make a name for themselves. Around this time, Bonnie was being introduced to different substances that his friends had, and he would often fall under peer pressure and take whatever he was offered. Some nights he blanked out, others he didn't even remember agreeing to taking the drugs. Most of them time he avoided the nights where his friends went off on the streets to party and do reckless things; he just stayed in his respected room and worked with his guitar and music.
After months of the same routine and pinching for money, Bonnie decided to break away from his music friends and move into a quiet, family friendly town where no one knew him and could start fresh. He was still pretty frail, not gaining much weight throughout the years, and his buck teeth were still his most noticeable feature, besides his greasy purple hair which he took care of the most.
One afternoon, Bonnie was carrying his suit case through the streets of this solemn town and noticed a poster; a bright, red poster that was decked in big letters that caught his attention.
HELP WANTED!
Try outs for Singers and Musicians to perform Family Restaurant
Full time/ criminal record check/ experience necessary.
Inquire Inside.
Bonnie stepped back and examined the building the poster was posted on. It looked like an abandoned building with faded crimson bricks and dirty windows. The outside looked terrible, but the inside was under renovation, for there was hardly anything inside besides some furniture that was draped in blankets, buckets of paint and plastic on the floor. When he squinted, he was able to see past the dark lobby area and saw a single table with a few chairs that were covered, and...the faint silhouette of a figure sitting in one of them, facing high stage that had velvet curtains and colorful spotlights.
Bonnie's heart began to pound. This was a strange opportunity, but he didn't know if he wanted to take it. A family restaurant? Would he be playing for little children? He didn't know how well he could interact with them...but then Bonnie remembered how empty his pockets were right now, and how hungry he was, and how he's been wearing the same shirt and trousers for the past few days. Sucking in his breath, Bonnie opened the double glass doors and entered the pleasantly warm building. The sound of the wind gushing in past him alerted the attention of the figure sitting in one of the chairs by the stage. They stood up and Bonnie quickly froze up when he saw how...large they were. He gripped the strap of his guitar case very tightly to calm him down and he took cautious steps across the plastic on the floor. The figure, which he made out to be an older man, took out the cigar that had been lazily hanging in his mouth in between his fingers and extended his other free hand for a friendly handshake.
"Hello there, sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please, call me Freddy." The big man gave a smile, exposing a gap in between his two front teeth. He had curly hair that was tamed and styled to remain flat in a classy fashion. His clothing style was also spiffy; black bow tie, scarlet suit vest with a pocket watch tucked securely in his pocket, and clean black slacks. Glancing behind his rotund figure, Bonnie saw a top hat resting on top of his folded black pea coat.
Wow.
Bonnie gulped swirled his tongue around in his rapidly drying mouth.
"Y-yeah, hey, uh, hello. I'm Bonnie." He hastily wiped off his sweaty palms and shook the man's hand in his firm grip.
"Guitar, I see?" The man took a puff from his cigar, his wide grin never leaving his freckled face. "I have yet to see a musician today-"
"I-I'm sorry," Bonnie stuttered, cheeks flushing red, "but I don't have a resume of any kind. I just, y'know, saw the sign and uh...came in." He bowed his head apologetically and twisted with the guitar case handle.
Well, that couldn't have been any more awkward than he just made it.
His frantic thoughts were halted by the booming laugh that erupted from Freddy. Apparently what he said was so funny that the larger man threw his head back and place a hand over his stomach. "Nonsense! Quite frankly, I didn't much care for asking those questions. It was sort of, I'd like to say...a requirement for me to put that information up in the advertisements. If I didn't, then no one would take this seriously, you follow me?"
Freddy nudged him playfully in the arm, which Bonnie cracked a smile at, but still felt intimidated by this man. He seemed to be brushing him off rather easily, like he didn't expect much from Bonnie. This sparked determination in Bonnie's stomach, although it was twisted in a gut wrenching knot from fear. "Yeah, I get it...s-so you don't care for my experience? Or criminal record?"
The large man batted his hand in the air, wafting the smoke away from his face. "As long as you can do something to entertain me on that stage, that's good enough for me. And regarding your criminal record; who am I to judge?" Freddy proceeded to take a seat in the chair Bonnie walked in on him sitting.
That last remark made Bonnie frowned. It baffled him, but he would think of that later, after he actually auditions, the whole reason why he walked in here. Once he was on stage, he took out his special guitar and inspected it of any damaged, and when he was satisfied, turned to face the front of the stage, his only audience was man who had his arms draped across the back of the other two chairs seated on both sides of him. Bonnie hoisted his guitar over his left shoulder which emitted a chuckle from Freddy.
"You realize you got that backwards, boy?"
Bonnie just stared at him. His possible future boss. His possible future boss, if he does this right. Allowing a subtle smirk rise to his lips, Bonnie picked away the first few notes on his guitar, and then broke out strumming, tapping his foot and eventually lost himself in his own beat and rhythm until he started to sing. Bonnie never focused on his singing since all that mattered to him was playing the guitar first. He rarely practiced playing and singing at the same time, but felt like he needed to in order to prove his talent. His voice was average, but the lyrics to the song flowed from his tongue without a second thought, never faltering on a single syllable or note. Not once did his eyes cast down at his fingers sliding over the strings. Bonnie looked straight ahead the whole time and then, towards the end, risked a brief glance at Freddy who now sat with his arms folded across his chest and resting on top of his stomach, chin tilted up with observant eyes. This got Bonnie nervous, but thank go he was on the last stanza, so he finished with an experimental rift that ended leaving his fingers feeling sore and bruised.
He panted softly and clumsily pulled his handkerchief out from his breast pocket to wipe the sweat from his brow. He gave a lopsided smile to Freddy, who sat there, silent. The only movement he made was to take an inhale from his cigar before flicking off the butt.
"You knew all the words." He stated, eyes scanning Bonnie's lanky form.
The young man didn't know what to say, so he simply nodded. "Yes, sir."
"And you improvised in some areas as well."
Bonnie's eyes darted around. "Yeah..." The spotlights beaming down on his was starting to give him a headache, so he took the chance to remove his guitar, place it back in the case and walk off stage. If Freddy was pointing out all these things, that must mean he didn't like any of it. Scowling to himself, Bonnie avoided the older man's gaze and started to take his leave. "Sorry, I'm not that good. I'm mostly self taught and I haven't had that many gigs, I knew I wasn't cut out for performing on stage."
"Where are you going?" Freddy jumped from his seat, surprised. "I didn't get a chance to shake your hand and congratulate you!"
Bonnie stopped walking halfway across the room and turned to dace Freddy, eyes wide. "What?"
Freddy chuckled and held open his arms to the guitarist. "You're hired."
