“I thought so,” she said, gaily. “You play guitar with that band, don’t you?”
“Sing,” said Brandon, flipping back his hair in a characteristic motion, erasing the cloud of his deception by transforming it into an exercise in acting.
“I saw you guys play the Roxy in Bedford and you were great. Good guitar.” She bubbled her enthusiasm.
“Sing,” said Brandon, although she wouldn’t have cared if she had heard.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances