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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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[handysparehand]

Is that difficult, then? The guitar, I mean.

[galeforcehero]

[she manages a little shrug, which is her way of trying to be modest, when in actuality she is pretty good and she knows it. NOT THAT SHE'S BRAGGING OR ANYTHING. heavens no.]

Not really. 'S more intuitive than anything else. You can't play?

[handysparehand]

I don't think so. Maybe one or two notes, if I'm lucky. I'll just leave it up to people much better suited for it.

[galeforcehero]

Aw, I'm sure you're not that bad. I could give you a few lessons, sometime, if you want! It's not too hard, once you get the hang of it.

[and she plays a little flair of a riff without looking. Okay, THAT'S showing off.]

[handysparehand]

[and don't think he's not going to call her on that, because he totally is, right now in fact]

Oh, now you're just showing off!

[galeforcehero]

[grinning, because yeah she's good and she knows it.]

Maybe. But hey, if I can do it, that just proves how easy it is, right?