riven (riven) wrote in doorslogs, |
He'd been called in for breakfast through lunch for Thursday. It had been an option to stay on for dinner shift, but he didn't really need the money and there were other people who might so Riven bowed out. There was a nice breeze outside considering the time. That gave him a sense of peace that he didn't usually get without having his head floating out on some cloud occupied by numbers and chords and strange coalescents of the two.
Riven caught the sound of music as it wafted to him. Low and fine with a humming twang that came from playing electric into the wind, it captivated him for a moment; his normally lax features lit up, stirred to life by something familiar.
There was always a comfort to be had in music. Music was the only language Riven had ever become fluent in and he actually ached for a real conversation, one not with some overachiever in his head or with some stranger he was likely driving insane with his inability to be normal.
"How about accompaniment?" he asked from the edge of the crowd, "You take that, too?"
Sliding his guitar case from his back to hang from his hand by the side strap, Riven gave the guy a questioning look. He didn't play for pay anymore himself, but he knew well enough that it was easier to get tips with a duet than with a solo act when it came to music. It was worth offering as he saw it. Couldn't hurt. Music could only hurt in the best of ways.
Riven gave the blondeĀ a lazy smile as he waited on a reply, offer ing him, "I promise I can keep up."