> throw up your arms into the sky [ zed | open ]
[ Dawson sat down in one of the many chairs of the Promenade. The station's population seemed to be growing everyday. It was a bit worrisome, considering he'd probably have to fix the replicators again. And again. He sighed and flipped open the case he carried with him. Apparently the replicators could replicate anything.
He pulled a Taylor 814CE Electro acoustic guitar from the case. After having played the guitar in the music room with Lt. Uhura, it just felt like he should make the one he had back home. There wasn't much to do today so there shouldn't be a problem with him being recreational.
Settling the pick between his fingers he strummed the strings before being satisfied they were tuned correctly. He began to play, tapping his foot to the song in his head. It wasn't the same one he played with Lt. Uhura, but certainly another Old Earth song.
Maybe he'd even take a few requests if people were interested. ]
He pulled a Taylor 814CE Electro acoustic guitar from the case. After having played the guitar in the music room with Lt. Uhura, it just felt like he should make the one he had back home. There wasn't much to do today so there shouldn't be a problem with him being recreational.
Settling the pick between his fingers he strummed the strings before being satisfied they were tuned correctly. He began to play, tapping his foot to the song in his head. It wasn't the same one he played with Lt. Uhura, but certainly another Old Earth song.
Maybe he'd even take a few requests if people were interested. ]