[Adam's absorbed in the guitar's melodies and tunes; it really had been a long while. It wasn't professional playing by any means, but it was damn good. The rough quality of the music seemed to match his dark hair that got messy from the wind that was blowing past.
He plays a a different song this time and even sings quietly, his voice low and pleasant.]
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He plays a a different song this time and even sings quietly, his voice low and pleasant.]
Yesterday,
all my troubles seem so far away...