Post by Austin Feltz on Aug 12, 2013 19:00:13 GMT -5
Austin hadn't been able to attend the festivities at the lake the day before, after all he was an adult, and he held down a job outside of school as a mechanic. He used the Mansion sort of like free room and bored. It really all worked out great as he didn't have to worry about paying for much on his skimpy salary.
Austin was a pretty chill sort of guy, and if asked what the wanted to do, well he'd just say stuff. He liked all sorts of things, but relaxing on his day off, well that was just the tops. Today he was sitting outside, a dark red guitar as his companion and a pack of smokes he'd lit and just thrown onto the ground. They'd long since burned out and his concentration had been lost several times, he hadn't been able to keep the smoke close to him, but that was fine, strumming his six string, keeping the beat by gently tapping the heel of his left foot against the bottom of the bench.
He'd been trying to perfect this song for ever. His headphones were in his ears and he was playing by sound. He had a notepad on the bench beside him and a pencil bit between his teeth. Writing down each note he came across and then going on and rewinding the song. He was no perfect guitarist that's for sure, he took his time and got each note right however. The page was full of his scribbles and he wasn't even looking at the notepad now. His eyes closed he gently rocked to the beat of his tapping foot. His pick clicking against the silver strings. He was in his own little world, only...everyone elses world was getting an earful of his world.
Austin was a pretty chill sort of guy, and if asked what the wanted to do, well he'd just say stuff. He liked all sorts of things, but relaxing on his day off, well that was just the tops. Today he was sitting outside, a dark red guitar as his companion and a pack of smokes he'd lit and just thrown onto the ground. They'd long since burned out and his concentration had been lost several times, he hadn't been able to keep the smoke close to him, but that was fine, strumming his six string, keeping the beat by gently tapping the heel of his left foot against the bottom of the bench.
He'd been trying to perfect this song for ever. His headphones were in his ears and he was playing by sound. He had a notepad on the bench beside him and a pencil bit between his teeth. Writing down each note he came across and then going on and rewinding the song. He was no perfect guitarist that's for sure, he took his time and got each note right however. The page was full of his scribbles and he wasn't even looking at the notepad now. His eyes closed he gently rocked to the beat of his tapping foot. His pick clicking against the silver strings. He was in his own little world, only...everyone elses world was getting an earful of his world.
