The cherry blossoms and their sweet fragrance wafting through the air brought a calming effect to Mona. In the past couple of weeks the red head had been in a rotten snit and the most foulest of moods. Who could blame her really when her beloved vespa lay out of commission for the time being, sitting back in the academy parking lot with dents, scratches and a broken mirror. It pained Mona to even look at her damaged vehicle that she'd hidden it from her own view with a tarp until a proper mechanic could be sought. In the meantime, the normally bubbly girl was less so cheerful with the major bike calamity hanging over her head.
But the cherry blossoms were helping to alleviate her anger and bring about a reason for Mona to be out wandering. Her mind needed to be taken off her bike for the time being and focused on another task more pleasant bearing. What better way to beat her frustrations then to dust off her bass guitar and go strum out a few chords under the cherry trees. Rusty as she may be since playing in her band, there wasn't a reason to fret. Wasn't like she was playing for a full house. Just her own, simple self and a couple of trees.
With her guitar slung to her back, Mona walked through the path of trees to find herself a secluded spot to practice. She stopped in her tracks as her ear picked up a sound on the wind. Was she hearing things? She could have sworn she heard a note play...
And there it was again. Someone in the near vicinity was playing an string instrument of some sort. but who, and what? Mona put a hand to her chin in thought as she headed to the source of the tune. Of the few people she'd mentioned about her band days to, not a single one offered to give her the names of students in the school who played. A shame really.
Mona picked up her pace once the music grew louder, and turning a corner she slowed to a stand still as the figure loomed ahead of her. Quietly she stood as on onlooker, not daring to disturb Sonny in the middle of his playing. Instead, Mona leaned against the nearest blooming tree and settled in to listen. It was bad form after all to interrupt a musician while they played a cue.
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But the cherry blossoms were helping to alleviate her anger and bring about a reason for Mona to be out wandering. Her mind needed to be taken off her bike for the time being and focused on another task more pleasant bearing. What better way to beat her frustrations then to dust off her bass guitar and go strum out a few chords under the cherry trees. Rusty as she may be since playing in her band, there wasn't a reason to fret. Wasn't like she was playing for a full house. Just her own, simple self and a couple of trees.
With her guitar slung to her back, Mona walked through the path of trees to find herself a secluded spot to practice. She stopped in her tracks as her ear picked up a sound on the wind. Was she hearing things? She could have sworn she heard a note play...
And there it was again. Someone in the near vicinity was playing an string instrument of some sort. but who, and what? Mona put a hand to her chin in thought as she headed to the source of the tune. Of the few people she'd mentioned about her band days to, not a single one offered to give her the names of students in the school who played. A shame really.
Mona picked up her pace once the music grew louder, and turning a corner she slowed to a stand still as the figure loomed ahead of her. Quietly she stood as on onlooker, not daring to disturb Sonny in the middle of his playing. Instead, Mona leaned against the nearest blooming tree and settled in to listen. It was bad form after all to interrupt a musician while they played a cue.