You want some sex appeal then we gotta work on those arms Munson.

[Noodles. Etc. Billy considers him, though: remembers tracing the contours of his face half-wasted and thinking pretty. Sober he sees all sharp edges, eyes so dark they could suck someone in.

It’s not hard to imagine people would be drawn to him, especially on a stage. He could a billion girls and boys fall in love with that kind of pull.] And tighter pants, amigo. Everyone goes to a show for the ass. Musics secondary.