[🐎] — She had been on her way to a clinic appointment when she hears the strumming of a guitar. Normally, it wouldn’t have been enough to make her stop, since people did occasionally play their instruments along the roads. For a variety of reasons, but usually to earn a little extra cash.
But there was something about this song that sounded peaceful and… almost nostalgic, enough to draw Georgia’s attention to it.
Following the sound of the music, she eventually comes across a man seated on a bench, strumming his guitar. He looked so absorbed into the melody, so calm, that Georgia couldn’t help but stare at him as she starts to get lost in it herself. It was amazing, how musicians like him were able to create such beautiful art.
Before she knows it, the song he had been playing ends, and Georgia finds her cheeks growing hot when he takes notice of her with a wink, speaking in an accent that wasn’t unlike her own. Except that on him? It sounded so much better.
“U-uh! I…” She flusters, “I wasn’t w-watchin’ or staring like a creep or anything!!” Though that was exactly what she had been doing. Ugh. Laughing awkwardly, she continues. “I just happened to hear your song. And, um… it was… it was really nice. You play beautifully.”
Wayne laughed heartily, clearly not too worried if she was staring at him. She was probably just enjoying the music, after all.
“Why, thank you. I don’t usually take this old thing out, but I figured it’d be nice to share some music today,” he hummed, his smile never faltering. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, though. My grandfather taught me this song.” He seemed to just oversee how flustered she was.
He was used to it, really. He had some fangirls (and a few fanboys) back in Westown, and they would, at times, get flustered around him too. He just assumed it was part of his apparent charm.
Better to be loved than to be hated, after all. He’d much rather deal with a million flustered individuals than one person who was pissed at him for whatever reason. But that wasn’t what he was dealing with.
