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Listening closely, Gerard grinned and nodded once more, placing his hand out to warmly shake Charlie’s hand before speaking out in his thick Jersey accent. “I’m Gerard. You can call me that or Gee. I don’t really mind either way.” People who could play instruments always caught his attention, just merely because Gerard couldn’t play any.

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Charlie grinned and nodded. “I might stick with Gee.” He hummed. “But yeah. I can play guitar, bass, drums… And the trumpet.” He giggled a bit.

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