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No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t get this banjo to sound the way he wanted. And not for lack of effort, either. Crow had spent the majority of his day wandering the city and practicing with the unfamiliar instrument. For all of its similarities to a guitar, well, the sound was anything but, and the hedgehog was determined to find some harmony with the thing.
Currently, he was seated on a patch of grass in one of the Hive’s parks, strumming furiously, as though he might his old guitar. Instead of anything pleasant, the sound was high-pitched, erratic, and more than a little annoying.
Yet, for some reason, he was trying to sing with it all the same. After a few phrases, both he and the instrument fell silent, ears flattened to his head while he frowned.
“C’mon Scarlet, you can do better than that...”
Sigh. A musician who couldn’t play. A sad thought to have--exactly why he immediately pushed it aside when it started to surface.
He had to pause, however, when his tail brushed something behind him, making him quickly look back. Almost immediately he recognized the obtrusion as a passerby’s leg.
“Oi, watch where you’re steppin’!”