Who: Matt Prept and Open What: The song bug, a guitar, and an oldie all hit Matt. Where: Forward dining car When: Late night Warnings/Ratings: TBD Status: Open and Ongoing
Somehow, he knew, when the guitar was in his hands, that something had changed. He had gotten the guitar from Maryanne, though he was a little vague on the details and the when. He just knew the music was flowing in him, and filling his mind, and he had fought to contain it until he hit the forward dining car, mercifully deserted at this hour of night.
And then there was no help for it, but to unlimber the guitar, somehow tuning it, and strike the chords, even as his voice rose.
"Uncertainty is killing me And I'm certainly not asleep Maybe I've gone far too deep Maybe I'm just far too weak And that's the last place I want to be the last place
And there is so much we don't know So we love and we hope that it holds
Dozens were lost and maybe more The question remains, "What is this for?" Maybe it came unexpected Maybe I'm left unprotected And that's the last place I want to be the last place
And there is so much we dont know So we love and we hope that it holds And either we say or we show So I'm going to fight for my own
I'm holding on until the last I'm holding on until there's nothing left I'm holding on until the last I'm holding on until there's nothing left*"
His voice faded and the music did, and the guitar slipped from his fingers. He caught it again, before it could hit the floor and lay it on a table, before staring around, hoping no one else had been there to see or hear.
* Lyrics lifted and twisted from The Fray - Uncertainty.