Cowboy McCoy's Sing-A-Long Campfire
WHO: Cowboy McCoy and OPEN
LOCATION: The grounds
WEEK: 63
TIME: Saturday night
WHAT: Sometimes a man's just gotta sing around a bonfire with an acoustic guitar and a jug o'moonshine
RATING: PG probably?
McCoy sighed, bringing the jug of moonshine (or at least, what he thought was moonshine but was really just pumpkin juice) to his lips for another sip as he tilted his hat up. The stars shined beautifully above his head, and he breathed a deep breath of the pure, country air of Scotland before setting the jug down and picking up the acoustic guitar instead.
The fire crackled as McCoy gave a few experimental strums, clearing his throat and letting out an old country croon.
"Love, is a returning sting.
Which I discovered,
In that diary thing.
Found, in strange attire
I don't know
How this was acquired."
He strummed a little faster, oblivious to any newcomers.
"I'm spelled into a concerning thing of liars
And I frown, frown, frown
But again I'm singing like a choir
And it concerns concerns concerns
Me that I'm a liar.
That I'm a liar..."
McCoy gave a small, sad sigh, before continuing.
[song he is singing set to this]