Untitled drabble for the "Joe Dawson Challenge" by Holde_Maid
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Thank you for the challenge!

Being sixteen was terrible.

As soon as Joe had finished the sentence, he'd known he had chosen wrong words. He had hurt the girl he loved. Oh, he wished he were suave like the singers he so admired! Sometimes he used their lyrics to express his feelings - with Lily, he'd even sung them to her, and she'd blushed gratifyingly. Oh, sweet, sweet Lily! If only he could sing to her now.

However, his current favourite, the Jitterbug, wasn't exactly helpful when you tried to apologise. And besides, he didn't feel it, right now.

Much rather, he had the Blues.