"My misbehavior wasn't that special," John chuckled. He took a moment to appreciate the music they were making, the synchronization and juxtaposition of Eric's electric instrument and the earthy tone of John's acoustic. "Kid's nonsense, mostly. Enough to get me landed in the military, but not much that stayed with me after that."
He looked down at his fingers. He'd been pretty out of practice, up until the guitar had come back with him the first time he'd been to the City, and he'd started playing in his downtime between training and helping his family protect and run New Troy. Still, he'd mostly been a student of passion, and a few cords still required his attention. He snuck a few quick fluttering notes into the melody they'd worked into, then chuckled under his breath as he returned to the easier pattern.
"I found saving people lined up more with my tastes than causing them trouble," he said, still watching his guitar as he spoke. The sound was clear, a bit off from his own worn instrument, though it was a better quality. Still, John wished his beaten and traveled Fender was on hand. He chuckled. "And the kids used to love the music more than studying scripture. You haven't played a proper concert until you have a gaggle of four year olds sharing the Lord's word in falsetto."