A strum of a guitar was heard. There was no singing accompanying it, just a complex melody. It was played in a cheerful way, and anyone who heard it would feel happy, unless, well, they were somehow magically immune to it. The young woman who was playing knew this was risky, for the last time she did this, the boy who heard it had told her to stop or die. She smiled at the thought. That boy had been foolish to regret happiness. She continued to play.
The melody stopped a moment and, if you were close, you could heard fingers popping. The melody continued, getting faster. The young woman grinned, hoping that this time her playing could be either complimented or ignored.
Dani grinned as she was strumming away. This was nice, being alone. Every time she had played her guitar or some other instrument, someone had been listening. And, well, she need her alone time too!
The melody stopped a moment and, if you were close, you could heard fingers popping. The melody continued, getting faster. The young woman grinned, hoping that this time her playing could be either complimented or ignored.
Dani grinned as she was strumming away. This was nice, being alone. Every time she had played her guitar or some other instrument, someone had been listening. And, well, she need her alone time too!