Mona's ears certainly hadn't deceived her. It was the tuning of a string instrument under a cherry tree. There was a convenient stone there and the man sat on it, strumming and twisting and strumming again, testing a tune, twisting a little more until it was perfect.
He was facing a little away from her and so didn't hear her approach as he started to strum and sing for real.
It was a song he knew well now - He played it pretty well, and his voice was smooth and sweet despite his size. He liked this as an opening number when he practiced because the chords were easy, the picking was limited and it tended to limber up his wrist well. It put him in the zone to play trickier ditties.
Plus, he just loved the song. It spoke to him on some level.
Eventually, he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye and stopped, looking just a little embarrassed. He tended to sing with a little extra Ooomph when he thought he was alone. He cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly.
"S-sorry! I hope I wasn't disturbing you?"
Who knew? Maybe Mona wanted somewhere quiet to practice.
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He was facing a little away from her and so didn't hear her approach as he started to strum and sing for real.
It was a song he knew well now - He played it pretty well, and his voice was smooth and sweet despite his size. He liked this as an opening number when he practiced because the chords were easy, the picking was limited and it tended to limber up his wrist well. It put him in the zone to play trickier ditties.
Plus, he just loved the song. It spoke to him on some level.
Eventually, he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye and stopped, looking just a little embarrassed. He tended to sing with a little extra Ooomph when he thought he was alone. He cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly.
"S-sorry! I hope I wasn't disturbing you?"
Who knew? Maybe Mona wanted somewhere quiet to practice.