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Re: Peiquok Town Hall
Raising her brows at Buster's less than positive self assessment, Cara shrugged languidly and settled the case on her lap. She began to snap open the clasps holding the very well weathered case together, she listened as he explained what experience he had. She didn't seem to mind that he didn't have questions; if an awkward silence came around, it wasn't going to be the end of the world, right? (She hoped not, at least.) As he dropped into silence, navel gazing all of a sudden, Cara brought her guitar out balanced it on her thigh as she slipped the case back to her side, brought out a spare pick, and, settling the second-hand instrument (the guitar looked fairly worn, too, though the strings were kept in good shape and it had seen one or two professional repairs) in the way that felt natural to her, she strummed up a simple background tune. Awkward silence avoided!
"That's not a bad start," she agreed, the music flowing simply, maybe a little repetitively as she looped through the hand motions needed to provide it. "It keeps your hands and mind focused," she told him, grinning, and then, "once you get used to the basic tune, you can start to make variations..." the simple melody changed slightly this repetition as Cara made some obvious switches between the notes. Returning to the main tune, she continued to make more subtle, little variations here and there. "It might not keep your body top notch, but it feels good to feel something evolving out of noise, you know?" She stopped, looking him over as she rested her hand over the body and strings, silencing it. "Wanna try?"
Buster gave a small chuckle at the comment. "Yeah, I like 'Bohemian,' sounds a lot better than 'self-destructive and short-sighted.' I think I'll use that word from now on." Always focusing on movement, maybe out of paranoia or good reflexes, he notices her drop her height a bit and saw her toes give movement as well. I hope I'm not making her nervous. Then his eye raised back up when she continued the discussion.
"No, I actually never did. I mean, computers make learning things easy so I taught myself a lot of songs on bass, which is kinda the same thing but not really. It's not like I understand music, I just know 'to play this song, put this finger here and pluck that string.' Ya know? Just doing things out of habit without really knowing why. Nothing big." He turned his head down, trying to help further the conversation, but kicking himself for being unable to think up any questions to ask the girl. It's not bad that she was leading the conversation for now, but if she ran out of questions too, they'd hit an awkward silence, and there was nothing that disturbed Buster more than one of those.
Raising her brows at Buster's less than positive self assessment, Cara shrugged languidly and settled the case on her lap. She began to snap open the clasps holding the very well weathered case together, she listened as he explained what experience he had. She didn't seem to mind that he didn't have questions; if an awkward silence came around, it wasn't going to be the end of the world, right? (She hoped not, at least.) As he dropped into silence, navel gazing all of a sudden, Cara brought her guitar out balanced it on her thigh as she slipped the case back to her side, brought out a spare pick, and, settling the second-hand instrument (the guitar looked fairly worn, too, though the strings were kept in good shape and it had seen one or two professional repairs) in the way that felt natural to her, she strummed up a simple background tune. Awkward silence avoided!
"That's not a bad start," she agreed, the music flowing simply, maybe a little repetitively as she looped through the hand motions needed to provide it. "It keeps your hands and mind focused," she told him, grinning, and then, "once you get used to the basic tune, you can start to make variations..." the simple melody changed slightly this repetition as Cara made some obvious switches between the notes. Returning to the main tune, she continued to make more subtle, little variations here and there. "It might not keep your body top notch, but it feels good to feel something evolving out of noise, you know?" She stopped, looking him over as she rested her hand over the body and strings, silencing it. "Wanna try?"