*Kurapika grumbles, feeling trapped up there on stage. He cautiously moves closer to the guitar again, picking it up and holding it awkwardly in his arms, unused to the bulkiness of it. He looks down at the crowd of faces, waiting with anticipation in their eyes. Waiting for him - to do what? He glances at Melody, who seems to be waiting for him as well. He narrows his eyes at her in frustration.
This won't do. He's just going to have to pretend that he can play, and maybe this crowd of dimwits will be satisfied. He closes his eyes, adjusts his grip, hopes for the best, and strums.
The sound that comes out sends a gasp of appreciation through the crowd that makes his hairs stand on end. The fingers on his left hand move of their own accord as they change chords, his right hand catches the strings just so to create a catchy, rhythmical riff. His eyes fly open again in shock, looking down at his fingers strumming and playing as if it's all they've ever done.*
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Date: 2023-08-31 01:16 am (UTC)*Kurapika grumbles, feeling trapped up there on stage. He cautiously moves closer to the guitar again, picking it up and holding it awkwardly in his arms, unused to the bulkiness of it. He looks down at the crowd of faces, waiting with anticipation in their eyes. Waiting for him - to do what? He glances at Melody, who seems to be waiting for him as well. He narrows his eyes at her in frustration.
This won't do. He's just going to have to pretend that he can play, and maybe this crowd of dimwits will be satisfied. He closes his eyes, adjusts his grip, hopes for the best, and strums.
The sound that comes out sends a gasp of appreciation through the crowd that makes his hairs stand on end. The fingers on his left hand move of their own accord as they change chords, his right hand catches the strings just so to create a catchy, rhythmical riff. His eyes fly open again in shock, looking down at his fingers strumming and playing as if it's all they've ever done.*
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