But, I Can't Sing

Lenny shifts over slightly and motions for you to have a seat next to him. You sit and immediately shift towards the middle because Lenny is making the couch dip. He's a paradox. A 6 ft 7 giant of a man with ginger hair and blue eyes who smiles like he was just given the sun. Tattoos crawl delicately from his right hand all the way to under his left jaw. They're a mix of red roses and steam-punk screws interspersed with skulls. Lenny clears his throat and begins to speak to you,
"Um, I just wanted to ask if you, well, we, meaning me and the band, have talked and we want to know whether you would consider going on tour with me, us?' He's so shy. It's adorable. You barely consider before replying.
"Only if you teach me how to play the drums."
His smile tells you everything you need to know.