Lets make some music (Ota, nudge to Esme)
Call it a spark of insanity, but Atticus had just about had it. The cold, the isolation, and lack of sleep had finally gotten to him. The star projector Hope had made him helped him sleep on more than one occasion, but for some odd reason his mind couldn't be put at ease enough to let him sleep. He'd read all his books over and over, played all the music he knew on his guitar, and even tried writing his own things. When he could do no more of that he even went outside and examined every last inch of the compound. That's right, every inch.
The night before last he finally said to hell with it and went into town when one team of soldiers went in for a grocery run. Of course he was cloaked so they couldn't see, and promptly kept track of time so he could come back with them. But he needed to do something edgy, get out of the camp, do something. He'd scanned just about every shop when finally he came upon a music store. This particular music store just so happened to house pianos. Pianos of all shapes and sizes. Whether it be by good chance, or the drive to do something with himself, Atticus quickly purchased the sturdiest looking electical he could find and hauled it back with him.
Once they were safely back to camp he immediately took it to the rec room to try out. Personally, he was a fan of grand pianos, the originals. But right now he wouldn't be picky. He could play this thing all day. And he probably would. He let out a sigh of contentment as he leaned back against the couch and just let his fingers fly over the keys. It had a distinctive difference in sound than a regular piano. But it was still music to his ears.
The night before last he finally said to hell with it and went into town when one team of soldiers went in for a grocery run. Of course he was cloaked so they couldn't see, and promptly kept track of time so he could come back with them. But he needed to do something edgy, get out of the camp, do something. He'd scanned just about every shop when finally he came upon a music store. This particular music store just so happened to house pianos. Pianos of all shapes and sizes. Whether it be by good chance, or the drive to do something with himself, Atticus quickly purchased the sturdiest looking electical he could find and hauled it back with him.
Once they were safely back to camp he immediately took it to the rec room to try out. Personally, he was a fan of grand pianos, the originals. But right now he wouldn't be picky. He could play this thing all day. And he probably would. He let out a sigh of contentment as he leaned back against the couch and just let his fingers fly over the keys. It had a distinctive difference in sound than a regular piano. But it was still music to his ears.