Just Rigby. (troubador) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-07-10 18:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-18 |
What use is a paper heart when you're stuck in the rain
Who: Rigby and Antigone
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Afternoonish
Rigby knew he was a good musician. Seeing how many people had showed up to see him play at the Ark had definitely been an ego boost, that was for sure. But he didn't necessarily play in order to hear the crowd cheer for him, or in some vain pursuit of fame and fortune. Beyond the fact that it silenced the voices in his head, there was a personal connection to his music that he couldn't really explain to anyone else. Graham, and even Kai, had an idea, but that was it. In those moments when he played, it was like the rest of the world didn't exist, and that was exactly how he liked it to be.
In that sense, it didn't matter to him that it was downpouring out, or that the cab of his truck was leaking again, or that Graham was still gone. Rigby had his guitar and that was all he needed. he found a bench with an awning over it, left his guitar case propped against the side of the building, and started to play. Right now he didn't care who heard him. This music was more for him than anyone else, and right now it wasn't like he could hear what everyone else was thinking anyway.
Finally.