Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131004211129/@comment-17970636-20131102174516

Sven finally stopped playing and allowed himself a smile as he felt the prickling disappear. He knew that Nightshroud would no longer be making an appearance soon, but this room... so many instruments... It had been a long time since he had the chance to play something, and the yearning to sing was taking over him. He knew he ought to go find Ed and dee now and apologize. But... that guitar. It was a Vintage Gretsch Dorado 6029 Dreadnaught Acoustic, and his fingers we're yearning to strum it. However, he may have spoke earlier today, but singing was his eprsonal... Not even Ed had heard him sing ever... but the guitar...

On a whim he went and picked up the guitar and strum it to see if it was in tune, which it appeared to be. He closed his eyes to listen if anyone was around. No footsteps, no breating, nothing...

He gently sat down on a chair nearby and placed the guitar on his lap in the appropriate position and gently begin strumming and and began to sing to himself, for the first time in god-knows-how-long.

"Take my hand let's go.... Somewhere we can rest our souls... we'll sit where it's warm, you say 'look we're here alone..."

(The song Sven is singing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yr4Lq4nHrqc)