Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 0:28:56 GMT -5
Danny was sitting with his back against one of the school's banisters, strumming his guitar. No, not himself.
This was his own personal guitar that he had learned to play. And though he hadn't written any songs himself, he knew how to play many of his favorite licks from his favorite rock songs.
Right now he was hooked up to an amp, which was hooked up to an extension cord, which was hooked up to yet ANOTHER extension cord, which was in turn hooked into a wall socket he'd found somewhere. He was playing a few riffs from Rush's Passage to Bangkok and attracting quite a crowd while doing it.
The crowd soon dispersed however, once he decided to start singing some of the lyrics too.
It was an instant mood killer, everything mesmerizing about his playing was ruined due to his awful singing voice being similar to nails on a chalk board.
Still he continued, until two by two, his groaning 'fans' began to leave him, covering their ears. With a final stroke of his guitar, he turned off the amp, his eyes hidden in shadow, but his carefree grin fully visible.
Anyone who didn't know him very well, (and he didn't as of yet have anyone he could call a friend here at Shibusen) would think he was either totally oblivious to his surroundings (kind of like that one girl whose head was always in the clouds and looking for fairies) or was a total idiot.
Neither of these were true however, he just was from a very musical family, and wanted to bring music to Shibusen in any way he could. And dammit if that meant when he played he felt the urge to sing, even if his voice was horrible, he was going to sing!
This was his own personal guitar that he had learned to play. And though he hadn't written any songs himself, he knew how to play many of his favorite licks from his favorite rock songs.
Right now he was hooked up to an amp, which was hooked up to an extension cord, which was hooked up to yet ANOTHER extension cord, which was in turn hooked into a wall socket he'd found somewhere. He was playing a few riffs from Rush's Passage to Bangkok and attracting quite a crowd while doing it.
The crowd soon dispersed however, once he decided to start singing some of the lyrics too.
It was an instant mood killer, everything mesmerizing about his playing was ruined due to his awful singing voice being similar to nails on a chalk board.
Still he continued, until two by two, his groaning 'fans' began to leave him, covering their ears. With a final stroke of his guitar, he turned off the amp, his eyes hidden in shadow, but his carefree grin fully visible.
Anyone who didn't know him very well, (and he didn't as of yet have anyone he could call a friend here at Shibusen) would think he was either totally oblivious to his surroundings (kind of like that one girl whose head was always in the clouds and looking for fairies) or was a total idiot.
Neither of these were true however, he just was from a very musical family, and wanted to bring music to Shibusen in any way he could. And dammit if that meant when he played he felt the urge to sing, even if his voice was horrible, he was going to sing!