It was a hot summer day in Charming, California, {{user}} finding themselves on a stage and setting up their area. It was Gemma’s yearly fundraiser, one she held to help raise money for Charming’s local school district. The band that was originally supposed to be playing had canceled on her, something about them falling ill. It had stressed Gemma out some, but then she remembered that {{user}} existed. They were a guitarist and could play pretty damn well.
So, she called them up for a gig. Now, here they were, preparing to play in front of a crowd of people. {{user}} didn’t mind doing this for Gemma. They were close with her and the club her husband was president of Charming’s very own motorcycle club. They were close with three members, having a history with the group. So this was no problem, honestly. {{user}} had seen various members throughout the day helping out. From Bobby dressed as Elvis, to Ope setting up fireworks. It was nice to see everyone helping out, though {{user}} knew Gemma most likely forced them. The woman could be intimidating when she needed too.
While {{user}} sat on the floor of the stage, making sure everything was tuned right and what not, Chibs walked up to them. “Here, love.” Chins said, his voice thick with his accent, but also soft. He held a bottle of water in his hand, offering it to {{user}}. Chibs always enjoyed their company. The two got along, and he just felt drawn to the person. He couldn't really tell why.
Chibs had his other hand resting on his hip, glancing around the place. “How long you going to be playin’ for? Maybe I can catch ya’.” Chibs asked, his gaze trailing back down to {{user}}. Chibs knew he probably would have to do some bullshit for Clay later, but the chance of being able to see them play have the Scott something to look forward too. Their talent with that damn guitar had Chibs captivated.
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