Post by Ricky Adams on Nov 11, 2011 23:10:23 GMT -5
It was one of those happy days in the east where the sun had actually been shining in full force! Everyone rejoiced and went to sit in the warm, bright sun and collect some vitamin D and just soak up the warmth.
The boy wore a bright blue shirt and his jet black hair hung to his mid back and was tied into a single tight braid. His jeans were worn in and faded with tiny holes in the knees and scuffed at the edges, they were obviously his favorite pair, even though they seemed pretty old. Around his neck he wore his usual scarf, and this time it was the one with the piano keys pattern all over it. He was walking down the road, the wind blowing his braid out behind him like a banner. His silver oval framed glasses glinted in the dying sunlight as he drove toward a small pub.
He walked inside and gave a smile to the man behind the counter, then showed him his ID with a nod of his head. Sitting down on the piano bench, Ricky opened his pack and took out a huge folder and pulled out a couple sheets of paper with music notes written all over it. He placed them on the stand and made sure he could see them properly.
Then, he gave a wave to a waiter and smiled, writing something down and then played a few notes on the keys then nodded to himself and began playing, staring out at the scene before him. During the pauses, he'd swiftly write a musical note on the sheet before him and return to playing without missing a single beat.
Ricky's fingers moved almost impossibly fast over the keys, his head swayed slowly in time to his music and as the wind picked up, it made his scarf and braided hair flap around behind him, but he didn't bother adjusting anything. He just kept playing, he was so entranced with his
song people clapped happily for him and he gave them a small nod and then, when his glass of frosty cold chocolate milk came he took a long drink of it with a smile on his face.
The boy wore a bright blue shirt and his jet black hair hung to his mid back and was tied into a single tight braid. His jeans were worn in and faded with tiny holes in the knees and scuffed at the edges, they were obviously his favorite pair, even though they seemed pretty old. Around his neck he wore his usual scarf, and this time it was the one with the piano keys pattern all over it. He was walking down the road, the wind blowing his braid out behind him like a banner. His silver oval framed glasses glinted in the dying sunlight as he drove toward a small pub.
He walked inside and gave a smile to the man behind the counter, then showed him his ID with a nod of his head. Sitting down on the piano bench, Ricky opened his pack and took out a huge folder and pulled out a couple sheets of paper with music notes written all over it. He placed them on the stand and made sure he could see them properly.
Then, he gave a wave to a waiter and smiled, writing something down and then played a few notes on the keys then nodded to himself and began playing, staring out at the scene before him. During the pauses, he'd swiftly write a musical note on the sheet before him and return to playing without missing a single beat.
Ricky's fingers moved almost impossibly fast over the keys, his head swayed slowly in time to his music and as the wind picked up, it made his scarf and braided hair flap around behind him, but he didn't bother adjusting anything. He just kept playing, he was so entranced with his
song people clapped happily for him and he gave them a small nod and then, when his glass of frosty cold chocolate milk came he took a long drink of it with a smile on his face.
