continued from: here players: cricket & @fallenqod location: floor 49; the beach
He says nothing. Literally. Nothing. But he’s smiling at her and Cricket takes that as a good start. She has no problem singing the chorus alone, her nimble fingers darting across the strings. It’s easy to get lost in it and before she knows it, the last note is swept away by the sound of waves crashing against the shore. A sigh escaped her and she leaned back, balancing her ukulele on her lap. “Thanks for listening,” she said once he speaks, “there are some songs that I can barely remember. They’re like flecks in my peripheral. Just outta reach. But the Beetles? Thankfully they’re etched in my brain somewhere,” Cricket chuckled before glancing over at him with a curious look. “Do you have a song you’d never forget?”