Music was the root of his existence that ran the deepest, engrained wholly in the foundation of his life. It was all he really had now, too, to fall back on considering all of the time he had been left with as of late. It wasn't as though it had been his choice, having all of this time to try to find something to do. He hated it, to put it bluntly. But there was nothing he could do about it. So, like with every other negative emotion, Eric buried what he felt deep down inside of himself to conceal it and moved onward.
Stumbling into this place by accident, Eric felt as though it was meant to be his. It couldn't have been quite the accidental discovery that it had seemed, The City seemed to have more purpose than that. Everything here seemed to be placed in the boundaries of the walls for a reason. This was the nudge Eric had needed, he had been denying this part of himself for quite a long time, many years now. And it had come back to him when he had least expected it to.
Idly he sat, noodling around on a guitar. The neck feel good in his hand, the strings tight and bold in sound, warm and comforting. The deep purple of the body gleamed in the dim lights, an enticing violet with darker purple brushed "tiger" stripes. The Gibson felt right pressed so tenderly against his body as he sat in the studio. His posture wasn't suggestive of actually being serious about laying down a track, in fact he had been settled casually in the chair with his feet up on a small amp head that sat on the floor. Behind him stood a rack of speakers.
Nimble fingers danced over the frets, pressing the pale pads of his fingertips against the strings to create audibly pleasing sounds. There was no specific song in mind, just a rush of notes and thoughts.
The swish of the front door was curious, no one knew he was here. But Eric didn't look up. He continued to play. Bran watched the familiar crop of blonde hair push further, quietly into the studio proper and then Eric could feel John's presence in the same area. Very close.
Finally, Eric stopped playing. He lifted his head slowly, curious as to what the other man was doing there.
There was a tenseness at first, unsure if John had figured out his secret but Eric didn't pick up on any hostility from the other man. Simple intrigue, actually. A tilt of Eric's head and he put his feet on the floor and sat up a bit straighter. "John," Eric greeted, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"