The streets of Fandom, Saturday
After his bout of moping last night, Roland was back out on the streets with his guitar, ready for what he hoped would be decent sized crowds of friends and family. Well, decent for Fandom, anyway. A handful of coins would be good, really.
The night before had reminded him of some good music to play, at least. His guitar seemed enthusiastic about the chance to play something nice and uptempo.
[ooc: for -- eventually -- myself, but open before that.]
The night before had reminded him of some good music to play, at least. His guitar seemed enthusiastic about the chance to play something nice and uptempo.
[ooc: for -- eventually -- myself, but open before that.]