Show me the world, rockstar

“Majestic sound, huh?” Francesco teased as they walked to the thrift store.

He just kept going forward with his long steps, anxious to arrive or at least lose sight of any familiar road. The puppet would only stop whenever there was a turn or a crosswalk so Richard Trickson would lead the way.

“I’ve heard you sometimes, always so loud with that guitar of yours” he continued, gesturing with his hands “How about singing, rockstar? Is that majestic too?” the puppet questioned, and then he began humming a little song, completely off-key.

Francesco had heard him playing for the circus, it was hard not to, but he was usually so distracted with his own affairs that he didn’t pay attention to any lyrics over the sound of the guitar.

With that answer, Francesco stopped abruptly and spun in his place, using his left leg for impulse. He was now a few inches from Richard’s face, staring with his big jewel-toned eyes, a grin on his face.

“Do they also say rude things when you sing?” the puppet gasped, thinking they had something in common “I get told that I can’t sing, but that’s a lie! I bet we can make a nice duet”

Ignoring Richard’s words about not liking to sing, Francesco began singing one of those annoying popular commercials you just couldn’t get out of your head. He gestured with his hand to encourage him to sing along. Francesco’s singing voice sounded awful, an atrocity, but he didn’t mind people staring.

Whoa, his voice sure was nice today! He sounded way better than usual, maybe he needed to grab this guy any other time he felt like gifting the world with his beautiful sound.

Francesco smiled as he noticed the physical contact, that was all he needed. With his mind, the puppet reached for Richard Trickson’s heartstrings and tugged at them. No harshly, but softly so the other didn’t suspect. He was just sharing the feeling with him! Nothing bad, all he did was try to make him enjoy the little moment as well. Perhaps that would grant him a new buddy to drag downtown when he was bored.

“We sound great, Rockstar!” the redhead exclaimed, not noticing the change on his regular voice “You should totally ask me to sing at your little shows” he joked.

People seemed to return to their own affairs once Francesco had finished embarrasing themselves in public. Not even a cheer for their greatness! Rude.

Look at that smile! He was so good at making friends, Francesco could feel the friendship ship sailing already… in his socializing fantasies.
The puppet returned the smile, but it was quickly replaced by him puffing his cheeks at the sound of “You can’t be cool with me yet”.

“I am ready! I was born ready! Literally” he protested, it had gone well right now why couldn’t it go the same in an actual performance “Maybe you need me to sing you some more” Francesco suggested, but as he was opening his mouth to curse the world with more singing he tripped on thin air and stopped his musical attempts.

He cursed at the sidewalk, and then he noticed a blackboard with a few items on sale written down with chalk. There was a logo that clearly said “Thrift Store” below the name of the store itself, and he figured out this might be their destination.

“Hey is the place?” he asked, pointing at it to catch Richard Trickson’s attention "Is it, is it? I wanna see the cool stuff already"

“The place isn’t going to move, it’s not enchanted like I am!” he argued as he opened his arms “And if someone tries to grab something you want…”

Before finishing his sentence, Francesco attempted to get up with a jump by doing a kick with his legs. He succeeded, but it took him a few seconds to stop his joints from being all wobbly, falling again would only make him lose all coolness.

“…just remember that I bite hard” the puppet said, a grin on his face, so proud of himself. He stretched his leg and did a little jump to cross the doorway.

Whoa, this place had lots of things, LOTS OF THINGS. Francesco liked it, but where should he begin? He wanted to touch everything and anything that was in there.

“Do they have shiny microphones? I want one for my shows…” he began mumbling, and then he remembered what he had dragged him for in the first place “Ah yeah, show me some cool stuff!”