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you'll never recover from that kind of devotion.

You could* be a good guitarist. A great one! But you need passion! ( Lestat gestured, before throwing his hands in the air and rolling his eyes ) Why did you want to make music, hmm?

Larry, im going to say this as nicely as I can. ( reaching out to put his hands on the man's shoulders ) You play like a virgin. You play like someone who has never eaten anything but stale bread. You play like you don't fucking care.

Alright. ( another nod, giving Larry a long look before letting the subject pass. No need to dig into it, Lestat had said what she needed to say. ) So. . . Are you any better at guitar, or are you still playing lije a robot?

Just wanted to make it clear, again. A reminder. ( no need to embarrass Larry, but Lestat also was fully aware of what seemed to be a little crush the former front man had on him. ) Besides. You don't want to be married to me. I'm a terrible husband.