Tugging on my guitar strings

[milkmycattle]

[There's no place like the stage!

With the spotlight on him, the crowd cheering, and he feels the music to his very core, it sets his soul aflame. He wished he could do something like this for the rest of his life, but that's not practical. At least, his parents didn't think it was practical to be a musician. So he enrolled in college to make them happy, and though his major is something he knowledgeable of, it doesn't quite inspire him. If only he could tour around the country, do as many shows as he could  in order to land a record deal, he'll be set!

Though all that matters is giving a great performance now. Crow loses himself to the music, singing his heart out and strumming his guitar with fervor. Even when he leaves the stage, he's still brimming from all the energy. So much that he's not even watching where he's going, trying to get to the bar. When he bumps into someone. He halts, a hand reaching out to catch the other person he knocks into.]

My bad! I didn't see you there! You're not hurt, right?

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[amusicaladventure]

Oof!

[The hand that grabs his has claws, but fortunately, they're not out. The poor catgirl straightens up again -- quite a bit, considering her six feet of height. No doubt she'd been thrown off balance by the guitar slung over her back more like a weapon than an instrument...]

[And once she sees who exactly had both bonked her and saved her, she slaps her hands together with a delight more suited to a squeeing fangirl than a betailed Amazon.]

You were incredible!

[milkmycattle]

[He's not expecting the person he bumps into to be so tall, but even at his height (which is about 5'9 now that he has his show shoes on), he can be a little too strong for his own good. Even though he notices the large instrument on her back, clearly that couldn't be a factor.]

Oh? Did you see my show?!

[Crow grins widely. He likes compliments, especially about his performance. And now he feels incredibly bad for knocking into a fan!]

Thank you, it was pretty great, wasn't it? How about I buy you a drink as an apology?

[amusicaladventure]

[Her smile becomes a grin, one a little more feral than she ever intends by virtue of her feline fangs.]

And you sure know how to talk to a girl, too. [Without a moment's hesitation, she links her arm with his.] Lead the way, rock god!

[milkmycattle]

[Rock god? This girl knows how to stroke his ego!

The arm link is kind of awkward because of their different heights, but Crow rolls with it. He ushers her over to the bar and hands her a menu.]

Order whatever you want!

[In the meanwhile, he orders himself a beer, nothing too fancy. He then gestures to the guitar at her back. It's a huge instrument.]

So are you in a band?

[amusicaladventure]

[Ash's drink of choice is also beer, with the practiced sort of familiarity that comes with casual college life and an inclination towards partying. But when he asks that question, she immediately flicks it aside with practiced ease.]

Naw, I got no skill. How'd you get started?

[Most guys would rather talk about themselves if given the chance, she's found!]

[milkmycattle]

No skill?! I don't believe that! That's can't be just for show!

[It'll be too heavy and cumbersome just to carry around willy nilly. So he's not convinced she can't play. He can't help but be a little curious since she brought it to the venue. Maybe, she intended to play it in front of an audience?

Crow takes a sip of his drink as he considers her question.]

How did I get started? Well, my humble beginnings started on my parent's farm, and singing to the cows! And sometimes they would sing back!

[amusicaladventure]

Okay, hold on -- [Ash quickly holds up a hand to interject. Something seems slightly off about it, if he cares to look: namely, she has no fingernails at all, but slits that barely hide claws. Being a catgirl comes with a couple of quirks like that, after all.] Mooing along? Or literally singing?