Richard Trickson grinned to himself, allowing himself a loud shout of joy as he busted out a riff on Cherry Apple, his favorite guitar. He'd just gotten word that a record producer had been at one of the last shows of the Circus, and wanted to talk to him and his band.
The rocker ignored the fact that he didn't really have a band per se for now, he simply focused on the fact that he was meeting with an actual person about getting a demo CD made!
He continued to let his fingers fly across the neck of the guitar, his powers amplifying the sound more than normal. He wasn't adding the sounds of any other instruments at the moment, letting his emotions sing through the guitar.
He never noticed he didn't fully close the practice room door...
@"Silver"
The rocker ignored the fact that he didn't really have a band per se for now, he simply focused on the fact that he was meeting with an actual person about getting a demo CD made!
He continued to let his fingers fly across the neck of the guitar, his powers amplifying the sound more than normal. He wasn't adding the sounds of any other instruments at the moment, letting his emotions sing through the guitar.
He never noticed he didn't fully close the practice room door...
@"Silver"