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"Alright i'm sorry I didn't mean to be an asshole but in my defense what you did just now was a mess. How bout this, I have an old guitar we can play together though my preferred genre is electro swing."
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"Hello hello ya there?"
....Okay think I was heard...It's fine he looks honest enough with his fancy button up shirt...I wonder how hard my brass buddy is compared to his skull?
"Whatever your'e thinking of doing don't."
"Huh?"
...I began to closely examine the boy standing on the side of the tracks right across from me.
"Rich?"
Button up shirt with dark jeans that probably have a brand and a nice haircut with some roundish glasses.
".....It's called the power of knowing your boss well jackass."
"...If we play together will you promise not to tell anyone I was here."
Why am I asking him this I mean she'll be out till morning and it's not like anyone knows I play.
"Weird question but sure. Just give me ten minutes I gotta head back home and grab it."
"Sure."
The moment I agreed he began to run further into the tracks looking back after a couple steps to give me a nice big smile.
Eventually I couldn't see him anymore though even after he was gone I still wasn't relieved
He doesn't know me and we'll likely never meet...no I can't risk it.
"Alright what time is it?"
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and put it off sleep mode.
"Alright nine fifteen p.m"
I got till six thirty.
...I wonder did my voice really sound nice?
No that's impossible after all it's just his voice coming from my mouth even if it sounds nice I'm sure it gives off a disgusting feeling.
...But then again he said it was fun?
No I'm sure he was just being polite...no he's definitely not someone who holds his thoughts in his head.
...It's fine I'll just play for the usual time one more person won't ruin everything. I just have to make sure I get back at the usual time.
"...I don't want to spend every moment stressed damn it."
...I wonder why I only ever feel stressed. I mean I feel sad too but it's just so...so weak so short.
"Its fine soon enough I'll have been long enough to ask for a small raise...Seriosly Jake thanks."
"ALRIGHT I'M BACK!"
I guess it's been ten minutes huh.
He was running towards me with a large black case on his back and a large strap wrapping around his chest. His pants a mess and his shirt covered in sweat he made his way down the tracks.
"That was quick huh."
"It's my little secret."
He began to climb up the slope on the sides of the railing making his way towards me.
"Dont even try to sit next to me."
"Okay okay I'll just sit on the rail behind you then."
.....I guess that's fine.
"Alright what do ya want to play."
"Your choice."
"Alright tell me what genre do ya like the most?"
"...You won't judge right?"
Of course he will.
"Nah after all every genre is odd to someone. Doesn't mean everyone's an ass about what's better."
"...Promise?"
"Yes yes if I lie I'll slam my toe against a table leg."
....Its fine I'm sure after I tell him he'll leave.
"Alright well I like jazz of all kinds free form or swing I don't care I also really like to add my own little spin to anime ost's, openings, and endings."
"Alright well I guess you and me got something in common."
Huh?
"Alright then I'll start off so let's do a jazzy cover of a pretty well known song."
I looked behind me and saw clear as day a bright smile. Someone who's willing to lie?"
Soon enough my doubt began to dissapear.
His fingers moving with a pick in between he played a slow but strong melody keeping a medium pace. Each note clearly separated from each other.
"Alright come on man join in oh a feel free to sing."
It took me a couple seconds to process what was happening but soon enough I lost control I had to join in.
He was just playing some random notes but I think I knew what he was leading up to in fact I'm sure. We both know the song well we know its rhythms and sounds but fuck it let's add some notes and do what we want.
He was the lead and I was the follower.
"Alright go ahead and sing."
"That's to much."
Even when he was speaking he still made his strings speak.
"Alright I'll join in now come on da dun dan with me."
.....I guess that's fine.
"Duu.dan.dan.daann dan Du dada du dada dan.dan.Du dan dan.dan.dan..Daann"
"Not bad man but looks like your not feeling it so instead how about we just stick to playing."
...He's pretty nice.
"Okay."
And so we played.
I went for a wild swing and he was going for a slow mixed sound level switch with some shortened and lengthened note times.
"Not bad man but can ya slow down a bit I can't quite match ya."
We made it past the starting hook so I decided to go ahead and focus more on steady slow downs.
"Thanks man."
And so played together for real this time.
In the beginning we didn't mesh well it was clear we both had no clue what we were doing but soon after the song started we began to get the hand of each other. I began to understand the sounds of his plucks and what he would do after and he began to understand my sound when I liked to switch from soft to hard and how I would separate some notes every once in a while.
We're rough and this is our first session even now we haven't meshed by anymore that an a bit but it was clear we're having fun and we're having fun together not just hanging out in the same room instead were playing like were slitting a pair of head phones and listing to same song but hearing it slightly different from each other both of singing what hear at the same time.
The song's lasting longer but that's fine every extra second is a longer enjoyable distraction but unfortunately every song has an ending.
...God my lungs hurt. I may have connected a tad to many notes.
"Well that was a blast. Wanna go another round?"
"...I have to head back home soon."
"Come on what is it like nine thirty you should be able to go another round."
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"Maybe next time."
"So there we'll see each other again. Sweet."
"Yeah."
"Alright we'll come on what's your name?"
.....Its fine even If he knows my name he'll never find me.
"Oliver grandpa named me."
Why did I say that?
"Well that explains that alright well my names chase a fellow eva fan."
"...I need to go."
"Alright well see ya tomorrow man."
"Okay."
He's weird he's so weird I need to get away he's too nice.
I took my sax apart and put everything back in its case as soon as I finished I began my walk home.