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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 2:34:45 GMT
It was weird - but most of the time Jeff liked to play music at night.
Not even like the normal time of night, but the time of night when people were typically in bed. Jeff didn’t really live by a schedule, he fell alseep where and when he felt like it. So some days he’d just set up his stuff on a park bench, take out the old, beat up guitar he had and start strumming.
He often wondered if anyone actually questioned who was playing guitar in the park at nearly two in the morning. But he didn’t really care if anyone was listening - if they wanted to hear it, good on them. And if they wanted to chase him away or ask questions he could sprint fast enough.
He just enjoyed the beauty of the night and the creativity that sitting alone gave him.
Besides he would always say stage fright was his one enemy. So the way he saw it he’d rather sit there in the dark with no audience, or at least one he couldn’t see. Sometimes it could even help him imagine himself in a different situation far from here.
Yeah... It was good to have dreams.
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