CHARLIE'S GREATEST HITS #2
Who: Charlie and anyone!
Where: Government District, under a tree
Style: Either!
Status: Super open!
Despite the recent increase in crime rate causing more than a bit of stress for those under the employee of the police, Administrative Coordinator Charlie Pace appeared outwardly to be just as charmingly upbeat as usual. Various casework and reports may have been piling up on his desk at astounding rates this last week, but that doesn't stop the former rock star from taking a hour long lunch break to clear his head.
And the only way to do that properly was to sling his acoustic guitar over his shoulder and find a quiet place to strum.
Situated a good distance away from the station, Charlie has placed his beloved instrument in his lap as he struggled to come up with lyrics to a new tune he'd recently written for a certain lady.
"Hmmm," he mused thoughtfully aloud to himself, pen tapping against his chin. "Aerith, Aerith, Aerith. Now what rhymes with that name? Chairlift...guitar riff...miffed...shift? Well, huh."
Though still obviously in a pleasant mood that could not by any means be broken, the man frowned at his predicament. "This is slightly more difficult than I thought it would be."
Where: Government District, under a tree
Style: Either!
Status: Super open!
Despite the recent increase in crime rate causing more than a bit of stress for those under the employee of the police, Administrative Coordinator Charlie Pace appeared outwardly to be just as charmingly upbeat as usual. Various casework and reports may have been piling up on his desk at astounding rates this last week, but that doesn't stop the former rock star from taking a hour long lunch break to clear his head.
And the only way to do that properly was to sling his acoustic guitar over his shoulder and find a quiet place to strum.
Situated a good distance away from the station, Charlie has placed his beloved instrument in his lap as he struggled to come up with lyrics to a new tune he'd recently written for a certain lady.
"Hmmm," he mused thoughtfully aloud to himself, pen tapping against his chin. "Aerith, Aerith, Aerith. Now what rhymes with that name? Chairlift...guitar riff...miffed...shift? Well, huh."
Though still obviously in a pleasant mood that could not by any means be broken, the man frowned at his predicament. "This is slightly more difficult than I thought it would be."