Shockingly, it had been months since Trent had picked up his guitar. What with the divorce, the drinking, and the move, time had just slipped away and the guitar had stayed in its case. Heād brought it, of course, heād brought all of his guitars since he had a few, but heād never even unpacked them. Now this whole flood evacuation thing left him with....well, not much to do, truth be told. His new business was back in Muddy, though it would be just his luck if it got wiped out in the flood, and while it was Chicago and there was lots to do, Trent found himself not wanting to do much of it. It made him kind of anxious, actually, being back in a big city. Heād gone to Muddy to try and escape that, after all, and the crazy energy of it all. It was more tempting now than ever to wander down to a bar where no one would know or recognize him and drown himself in a bottle but he was doing his best to resist that urge, at least for now. He might have to get Holden to lock him in the room if it got much worse. For now, though, heād actually picked up his guitar and headed down to Rec Room B in the motel. Olivia was out and about, actually seeming happy for the first time since the move, and only because they were back in the city. Heād given her a few hours to go exploring only the surrounding neighbourhood and to keep her phone on, but she seemed happy enough just to be back in a city that had a real shopping mall. If she was more focused on that than her homsickness, Trent would consider that a win.
The Rec Room was actually pretty quiet at this time in the afternoon, the pinball machine not going for once, and Trent practically had the place to himself as he settled on one of the couches and pulled out the guitar. It soothed the anxious pit in his stomach a little, just seeing it, and seemed to at least quiet the persistent need for a drink. It took him a few minutes to tune it up but he started plucking away soon enough, warming up at first, before he started to sing quietly, one of his old songs from back with the band. He was sure his voice was a little rusty but it didnāt matter much since just playing and singing again calmed him. Trent got a little carried away, singing a bit louder now and just getting into the song, not noticing if it happened to be bothering anyone. It felt good just to let the music take him away for a while.
