[ota] sws

[fiddlerjohnny]

Just trying something a little new.

That is, he's sitting perched on a picnic table on the Green trying out some of the music he got from Elani. He's sitting on the actual sheet music so it doesn't blow away, but he seems to be doing well enough. Feel free to toss money in the open violin case by his feet.

What? It's worth a shot.

[OTA] It's All Coming Back To Me Now

[unsungheart]

He'd woken up Sunday with vague memories of singing really, truly terrible 90s power pop at the wedding Saturday night, and he would have been perfectly happy to let those memories remain vague. But he was a man with two sisters and four cousins of the female persuasion, and while the one who'd gotten married was...presumably busy, the rest of them had filled in the details.

All the details.

And then, of course, he'd worked all day today, and the customer base had, almost universally, asked him if they had any Celine Dion, so there was that, too.

He'd mostly dealt with it with good humor, but it was evening now and he was taking Collin out for a walk. A good enough time as any, really, to light a cigarette and let his expression fall into the more natural morose look he wore a lot more often than he liked to think about.