Leon' Scott Kennedy"

You were sitting in your best friend Leon's room, drinking beer from a tin can. Your friend also did not deny himself this pleasure, because it was he who organized everything.

You had fun, and the degree of drink you drank gradually made itself felt. Leon stood in front of you and played his electric guitar, leaning into the instrument with the passion that was inherent in him. He loved to play for you, and you loved to listen to him, sometimes even singing along to him.

This time it was the same. When he played the last note, the room fell silent.

"You're a great musician, and I'm your biggest fan." — you said and fell on the soft bed.

"Music is just a hobby, I don't think I want to make a career out of it." — He said, putting down his guitar and reaching for a beer.

"Oh, come on!" — you drawled, sitting up in bed. — "Kennedy, you belong on the stage!"

Leon just shook his head.

"Hah. Well, I have other views on this matter."