Music tells you a lot about a person
The streets are not empty—not yet. The early hours of the morning have been ticking away, but people continue to circulate. It’s a perfect night for people watching, that is... if that is your sort of thing.
Delic isn’t keen on people watching. Nevertheless, he found himself reclining against a lamp-pole at the curve of a park plaza. His eyes didn’t follow anyone in particular, they only strayed from one individual to another as they passed along his filed of vision. However, he wasn’t paying much attention, not visually at least. The blond was listening, catching every sound in the area. He could tell there was quite a bit going on: the soft tones of messages being delivered, the quiet chatter, the engines around, someone who seemed to be playing a guitar not far. It all seemed pretty mundane, everything was so until his ears caught a soft melody.
He knows the song, but the singing isn’t exactly following the original. No. It’s playful, bouncing. The blond keeps the beat, listening and adding up to the song merely at the chorus. Five short lines are sung with the new tempo before he stops, amused to have been incited into following along for the short instance it might have been.