"So your embarrassed for me? Yeah, if anything, I should feel that way about you," I mutter back, stuffing my guitar in it's case and opening my drawer in his dresser.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly