“No, no, seriously stop talking. I’ve got it, I’ve got this…” He trailed off playing the same four chords over and over again, almost rushed. To anyone else, it’d sound like a mess of chords, but to him, he was just trying to figure it all out as quickly as possible. Each time he played them in a different order, trying to find the right chord progression. This was the first time he’d been able to actually write something, like the pieces were kind of falling back together. Finally, he got it right, scribbling down the four chords on the mess of slightly crumpled pages in front of him. “Hear that? That’s perfect.” He played it again, slower now.
“So snippy,” Elaena’s brows quipped upwards, doing as he said. She watched on as he struggled with the strings only to find a perfect harmony. “I suppose it sounds alright.. Perfect might be a stretch, though, bub.”
