Post by Clyde Matheson on Dec 16, 2014 18:44:01 GMT -5
Ah ha! This will be perfect.
As the chilly breeze struck Clyde's face, it blew that blond mop of hair about as he moved from inside the building, out onto the rooftop. He had found the roof access by chance, after wandering around a bit during his free period. And the Matheson boy knew that this would be a good place to rest a little and relax, albeit a cold place. But this weather didn't bother him too but.
Moving from the doorway, he would make his way across the building to the edge of it. Placing his hands on the railing, his aquamarine eyes would peer down into the courtyard below. From up here, it seemed a little serene. Even if he could clearly see a couple different people starting trouble. Shaking his head slightly, Clyde would turn his back to the rail, and place the guitar case he had been carrying down.
Unzipping the case, the young boy would smile at the sight of his favorite acoustic guitar. Music was something he had always enjoyed, and he had been practicing his guitar skills since he was eight years old. Grasping the neck of the guitar, Clyde would pick it up and throw the sling around his shoulder, before resting against the rail once more.
Agile fingers would begin to move as the freshman started to play a little tune. Something casual and light. From up here the sound would flow free, as if carried on the wind itself. A smile would slowly creep on his face as he allowed himself to strum the guitar and get lost in the echo. He was completely locked in his own trance, he didn't hear the door to the roof open.
As the chilly breeze struck Clyde's face, it blew that blond mop of hair about as he moved from inside the building, out onto the rooftop. He had found the roof access by chance, after wandering around a bit during his free period. And the Matheson boy knew that this would be a good place to rest a little and relax, albeit a cold place. But this weather didn't bother him too but.
Moving from the doorway, he would make his way across the building to the edge of it. Placing his hands on the railing, his aquamarine eyes would peer down into the courtyard below. From up here, it seemed a little serene. Even if he could clearly see a couple different people starting trouble. Shaking his head slightly, Clyde would turn his back to the rail, and place the guitar case he had been carrying down.
Unzipping the case, the young boy would smile at the sight of his favorite acoustic guitar. Music was something he had always enjoyed, and he had been practicing his guitar skills since he was eight years old. Grasping the neck of the guitar, Clyde would pick it up and throw the sling around his shoulder, before resting against the rail once more.
Agile fingers would begin to move as the freshman started to play a little tune. Something casual and light. From up here the sound would flow free, as if carried on the wind itself. A smile would slowly creep on his face as he allowed himself to strum the guitar and get lost in the echo. He was completely locked in his own trance, he didn't hear the door to the roof open.