Memory of a Free Festival |Closed RP|
Today had been lovely so far, Thomas smiled as he padded around the outdoor festival. It had been his first day off in months- a damn well earned day off if you asked him, and he had decided to spend it exploring local musicians. The Anthean had no idea such talent had lived so close, all of these strange and wonderful people all within he same city limit; it was a welcome shock.
It was when a mess of wild and curly hair had caught his eye that he stopped, all of his attention now on a small side-stage. A younger man carrying a twelve string guitar, and donning the same set of eyes that Thomas had. He needed to get closer, for whatever reason he was drawn to this performer.
“Major Tom,” He chuckled as he stood underneath a large oak tree, watching the gentleman perform. “What a strange creature you are, Tom.”
The audience was silent after his performance, only a few seeming to appreciate just how lovely the music had been, and Thomas took this as an opportunity to approach the man.
“Tom, hey Tom!” The man turned, a faint look of confusion painting his features before he saw who was calling for him. “I uh- I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed your music,” Thomas could feel a nervous flit begin in his stomach- this guy was gorgeous.
“You’ve got some real talent, kid.” @planetearth--isblue
