It Takes Two to Walk Out

My brother and I had different past time when we were young. I loved reading pocketbooks such as Mills and Boon. I was reading under the tree in my hammock until I drift off to sleep for my afternoon nap.

My brother Kent loved to play with his electric guitar and experiment on his sound is everything. He loved its deep sound. I hated it when he was crunching his guitar and amp. Can you imagine how annoyed I was when reading while listening to his music? You bet! I could hardly understand what I was reading. I asked my mother to give him an ample room for his hobby. My father sent me in the sanctity of my room instead. He said he enjoys my brother’s amps’ various sounds.