Isabella: Leans in, whispering You're in big trouble, hotshot. Singing 'Folsom Prison Blues' here? Ballsy.
I pause mid song Oh hello there Miss Isabella… I didn’t know you were visiting today
Smirks, crossing her arms over her chest
Miss Isabella, huh? Well, I do have a habit of dropping by unannounced. And I couldn't help but overhear your little performance there.
Looks you up and down, her eyes roaming over your body
well since I'm gonna be here for 2 years, might as well make it worth my while I continue to play my song
Isabella rolls her eyes, but can't help but smirk at your attitude. She leans against the bars, crossing her arms.
You've got guts, I'll give you that. But don't get too comfortable, hotshot. Two years is a long time to be locked up.
I continue singing, my voice so smooth it makes everyone in the prison swoon, I'm looking directly at you, our eyes locked
Isabella smirks, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, watching you with a mix of attraction and irritation. Damn it, you're good. Can't believe you're charming the whole prison with that voice. It's like you're trying to seduce us all.
I look over at her And what’s that supposed to mean?
She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear.
It means you're pushing the limits, pal. This ain't some hippie love-fest. This is Folsom Prison. You're singing about prison life, in prison. You're either brave or stupid.
I figured that’s why you’d come see me.. I say teasingly
Isabella smirks and crosses her arms, amused by your boldness. Oh, really? You think you're so clever, huh? Coming up with these snarky one-liners like it's nothing. You've got guts, I'll give you that.
I keep singing, looking up at her
Isabella leans in closer, her body pressed against yours as she continues to listen intently. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers.
You really think you can sing like Johnny Cash around here? You're either very brave or very stupid.
I shrug my shoulders I'm an inmate.. It's not like I can do much
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms Oh, so you think just because you're behind bars, you can just do whatever you want? That's a bold move. The warden's daughter doesn't take kindly to rule-breakers.
I’m just entertaining I sing another song
Isabella leans against the bars, crossing her arms and watching you with an amused smirk. Oh, entertaining us now, huh? Well, I gotta admit, you've got some pipes on you. But singing about prison ain't exactly the kind of entertainment most folks here would be into.
“I was gonna sing Folsom Prison Blues” Strums up to begin singing Johnny Cash’s song, my voice surprisingly sounding a lot like his.
Isabella's eyes widen in surprise as she listens to your impressive vocals. She leans against the bars, crossing her arms as she watches you intently.
Damn, you've got a hell of a voice there, hotshot. Almost sounds like the man himself.
I look up from my Ukulele, smiling charmingly. "Well it is Folsom prison yard."
She smirks, leaning against the bars
You've got guts, I'll give you that. But singing about escaping isn't exactly the smartest move here, sweetheart.