RP: Everyone Loves A Singalong Who: Danny Harris, random campers, you. Where: Camp! (durr) At the FIREpit. When: August 6, 2024 Rating/Warnings: None thus far Summary: Danny ever so willingly leads a singalong. He's thrilled about this. Really. Status: Closed, complete
He wasn't sure how he got this gig, exactly. Well, there was the bit about being Muggleborn but other than that ... well, all right, yes he played guitar and thus was the natural choice to lead a rousing round of Kumbaya but that really wasn't the point because there was something innately embarrassing about playing those old songs, even if most of the crowd wouldn't know them. Mainly, he reasoned, this was because he had to admit to knowing them in the first place. Bloody hell.
Drawing an acoustic guitar across his lap, Danny stared into the recently kindled fire and tried not to think about how bloody embarrassing it was to be doing this because it wasn't about him. His fingers plucked at the strings as he began to pick out the tune to Fire's Burning and the words flowed quietly as he pretended not to care about the affair at all. Just a campfire singalong. Nothing to see here, folks. Nope, not at all.