Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30396618-20140521090232/@comment-24304510-20140521230144

Lanse stole a glance at his watch. Curfew was quickly approaching, but for some reason, he didn't much care. It was a nice night, and he was having a good, if awkward conversation with a beautiful girl. He reached for his case, separating the mouthpiece from his trumpet and storing the instrument away.

As he latched the case, he heard the girl next to him start to hum. It was definitely a familiar piece, extremely close to the one he'd just been playing, but with a slightly more upbeat melody. Something tickled in the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite place the thought. He watched the girl rock back and forth to the rhythm for a bit before speaking.

"That song sounds so familiar..." He trailed off on that thought. Reaching for his breast pocket, he drew out his harmonica, its silver surface shining in the moonlight. He stared at his own reflection for a bit, before tilting it sideways surreptitiously to get a better look at the girl next to him. It was a cowardly move, but for some reason, Lanse couldn't shake the feeling this girl wasn't just a passerby, and he was firmly against asking something as insensitive as if they'd ever met before.