Description: Frank sighed. "I'm playing tonight," he said, firmly. "It is a fucking sore throat. Luckily, I am not the lead singer. I can play my fucking guitar with a sore throat. I can play it with my eyes closed. I'm fine." (11,400 words of, you know, Frank being sick. A lot.)

Author: brooklinegirl

Link: www.archiveofourown.org/works/311793

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