the day you took my breath, the fading breath of a candle blown

[teddythompson]

The feeling of a guitar beneath your fingertips is a feeling like no other. You can get almost everything out and take something else in. When I got back from Miami I went straight to my room at Gareth’s and played for as long as my fingers could stand it, or actually, until I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, smoke a cigarette and then

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[valo]

[Glad to see you back. *hugs*]

[teddythompson]

[Glad I was able to return. *hugs back* Thank you.]

[h_grant]

A friend of mine gave me your CD about six months ago and I fell in love with it. I loved it even more when I found out you were British, call me biased. There is this quality in your voice that I cannot seem to put my finger on, it just oozes emotion.

In an effort to not to have my words sound like sheer rubbish, I will cut myself off there. Pleased to meet you.

[teddythompson]

Wow. I adore your acting, you are actually my favourite actor so I am very honoured to hear this from you. Not many people know my music and when someone like you does it makes me smile. Wide.

I know this sounds awfully forward... but would you be interested in going out for tea one day? I'd love to meet you. Although I would probably be stumbling over my words... and feet.

Pleasure to meet you, darling.

[h_grant]

Your favourite? Perhaps you should think about laying off the hash.

I have listened to your father's music for quite some time. I suppose it was natural that I would hear of you sooner or later. That sounded horrid, I apologise. I am constantly putting my foot in my mouth. You are probably sick to death of people bringing up your father.

Well then. What a day this has been. I was invited to go for a drink with Gareth Gates and now tea with you. How grand. I am sure I will be stumbling over myself as well, I have grown quite good at that. It sounds like a smashing idea. Do you live in London?