The Park, Tuesday afternoon
Having spent the last twenty-four hours scoping out the town (okay, so there was that whole part where he'd had to go back to the mainland to find a motel he could actually afford, and then spending the morning trying to ignore the harp's insistence that he come back but the hours other than those), Roland decided the park was his best bet for a good afternoon busk. It was pretty centrally located, and lined with some decent businesses, so it'd hopefully get some good traffic.
And if not, well. He could at least entertain the ducks.
He considered starting with something like "Kashmir", but that was hitting a touch too close to home, just now (seriously, it was still July, 1989 on the mainland, how was it September, 2013 here? At least now he knew he wasn't stuck in the future), so he went with a folk song about an old legend. Maybe somewhere Rebecca could hear it and appreciate it.
[ooc: so very open, indeed. Link to (hopefully) "The Last Unicorn" by America]
And if not, well. He could at least entertain the ducks.
He considered starting with something like "Kashmir", but that was hitting a touch too close to home, just now (seriously, it was still July, 1989 on the mainland, how was it September, 2013 here? At least now he knew he wasn't stuck in the future), so he went with a folk song about an old legend. Maybe somewhere Rebecca could hear it and appreciate it.
[ooc: so very open, indeed. Link to (hopefully) "The Last Unicorn" by America]