♫ 10 - just another number that I wrote...

[evilhandissue]

[Lindsey tended to keep his journal closed while he was practicing his guitar, but now with it drying up outside he's found his way back into the now lush garden and pulled up a bench with his guitar while he played by himself

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[huntersdaughter]

[Jo knows the songs, though she won't sing along, so don't expect an accompaniment]

Can I be thankful you haven't played Hotel California yet?

[evilhandissue]

[laughs softly]

A bit too ironic for my tastes. But for you, I'll keep it off the playlist.

[huntersdaughter]

Thanks.

I didn't know you played.

[evilhandissue]

You're not alone. Lack of a hand tends to make it hard to strum.

terribly late but... dis okay?

[tehoniongirl]

[it was wonderful to have nice weather back. So wonderful that she just couldn't bear to stay cooped up in her room all day, even though she really needed to get more painting done. A dozen posters was a tall order.

Still, a little break couldn't hurt, so a very paintspeckled artist finally made her way out onto the castle grounds to enjoy the fresh air. The music caught her attention, of course, and she follows it... but she stops when she sees who's playing, just standing back and listening, not wanting to disturb him]

of course. :D

[evilhandissue]

[he kept playing until the blisters on his fingers begged for a break and he stopped and looked around, then saw her and smiled.]

How long have you been standing there spying on me?

[tehoniongirl]

[grins] I wouldn't be a very good spy if I told you that, now would I?

[evilhandissue]

Unless you were trying to throw me off track.

[he moves over a bit]

There's room for both of us if you want to sit.