With a shrug, Charlie climbed the stairs. No one had ever been able to call him shy. This guy with the cigarette seemed a little off, but he seemed completely uninterested in causing any trouble. So, he'd play here and if they guy wanted to listen he could stick around. If not, well, it looked like he was almost finished with that cigarette anyway.
He took a seat on the opposite bench and placed his guitar case on the smooth cement floor. The case itself was well-worn, covered in band logo stickers: some more acquired than liked, like badges he had earned. There were several with the words Drive Shaft, and those probably stood out because there were so many.
Inside the case, an equally worn, but still worthy black acoustic Gibson. Charlie had bought it back when it felt like an investment, back when his brother was still hanging around and Drive Shaft still existed.