@aprilsaccompanist
Man...
You wipe your brow and look around. The heat’s definitely not been fun, and that next to all the dirty air in this place, it’s... it’s really got you down, to say the least. But on the bright side, this park is nice -- trees, flowers, benches, stuff you’d enjoy checking out if you weren’t so beat. At least you can sit down and relax for a bit. Some places in this city aren’t totally rank, after all.
There’s somebody else on this bench. Just a kid, but he’s holding... what is that? Some tiny rectangle. And it’s playing music, somehow. You smile and take the (well, plastic) guitar off your back quietly, closing your eyes and listening for a bit. You’ve never heard a sound like that before.
After the song ends, you look over at him.
“Hey, lil’ guy.”
“You mind if I play along with you? That’s a pretty cool instrument you’ve got there. I know mine’s not much, but...”
You play around a little and manage to strum the beginning. These hollow strings don’t exactly compliment the melody, but it’ll do. “Whaddya say?”
