Richard Trickson smiled to himself as he drew his fingers across the neck of Cherry Apple, his fingers expertly sliding across the strings to create a harmony of sound, which the Rocker furthered with his power, adding unheard harmonies and amplifying the music.
He was practicing in one of the abandoned classrooms in the school, at the far edge of the abandoned wing. Not many people came down here, so he practiced here if he couldn't get outside or book one of the rooms.
No matter, this little room was RT's paradise. He had a gallon of Apple Juice, a bean bag...
The circus rocker grinned to himself as he played, working on another song for tonights performance.
@"Fluttershy"
He was practicing in one of the abandoned classrooms in the school, at the far edge of the abandoned wing. Not many people came down here, so he practiced here if he couldn't get outside or book one of the rooms.
No matter, this little room was RT's paradise. He had a gallon of Apple Juice, a bean bag...
The circus rocker grinned to himself as he played, working on another song for tonights performance.
@"Fluttershy"