He blushes brilliantly.
“I’ve… never really listened to myself before…” Jack admits. “Too shy to… even listen to my own voice. Kind of pathetic huh?” he asks with a weak smile.
She shook her head slowly. “Never pathetic. You’re never pathetic.” She takes her cell phone out of her pocket and opens up the application that records sounds. “Want to hear yourself? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
He pauses. Jack looks down at his guitar, and nods. “…yes. I. I’d like to hear myself. Just to… to see what you like about it so much.” he lifts his gaze, shyly, smiling.
Jack Maple 