Who: Henry & the Cuckoos Where: Central Park When: Yesterday What: Busking and stuff Warnings: Unlikely
Henry'd been glad that his guitar was one of the ones laying around Artan's studio, and while it was, of course, newer than the one he was used to, it was still his and that was all that mattered.
It had been a while since he'd gone busking, even at home, and the first time he'd done it since becoming a walking anachronism. It didn't take him long to find a spot in the shade near the turtle pond, humming quietly to himself as he made sure the guitar was still tuned the same as it was when he'd left the house.
There were a few people out and about, and he didn't recognize anyone, but that was hardly a surprise, and he had no doubt he'd draw a crowd soon enough, he always did.