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[galeforcehero]

[HELLO PLANE! There's some rather pretty music floating around on the plane. It's slightly bluesy, slow-paced and melodic, and it's coming from an acoustic guitar currently cradled in the lap of one (1) Dorothy Gale, lounging in a lawn chair. There's a half-drunk bottle of beer sitting on the floor by the chair's leg, but she doesn't seem at all

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[rude_not_ginger]

You play guitar? Really?

[galeforcehero]

[she looks up, because she's never exactly sure which one she's talking to until she gets a glance at him-- and oh it's that one, so she just smiles a little and looks back down, continuing to strum absently]

I play a lotta things. Why's that so hard to believe?

[rude_not_ginger]

It's not hard to believe. Just surprising.

[drops down, cross-legged near her] So. Go on, then. Play me something by the Beatles.

[galeforcehero]

Oh, I'm full of surprises.

[smiling, she tweaks her tuning a little and starts playing "Here Comes The Sun", deftly and with enough care and delicacy to show that she's played this one quite often]

[rude_not_ginger]

[have some gleeful Doctor, here]

Brilliant. [vanishes for half a second and returns with some lemonade for himself]

[galeforcehero]

[she smiles when he comes back with the lemonade-- not that she considers herself exactly good enough to be listening to, but it makes her happy to know that people will take some time out and relax when they hear it. That's basically why she started playing in the first place.

When she sings, it's quietly and sort of shy-- apparently she's not as proud of her vocal abilities as she is of her guitar skills, but she stays on key, and there's something to be said about the emotion in it.]

Little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, Doo'do Doo Doo...
Here comes the sun, I say...
It's all right...

[She hums a little for the lyrics she can't remember, but generally does a lovely job with ol' George's masterpiece. After the last few notes fade out, she gives a little mock bow, bends down to pick up her bottle of beer and has a swig from it. Hey, she earned it.]