Blues had been wandering around aimlessly, the rhythm within taking him somewhere unknown. He felt as though there was someplace he needed to be, and once he heard that soulful voice on the air he knew what he had been missing. He had his favorite guitar slung across his back, and once he knew she wouldn't mind he was ready to play.
Finding a seat near her, aware that they brought out a certain side of each other, he nodded slightly before picking up the melody on his guitar. Within moments his voice began to blend with hers, complementing but not overpowering. He could hear his roots in her sorrows, and allowed her to take the lead.
He was nothing without her, and played to prove that.