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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:41 pm
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Roanan smile was as big as ever. "Yes, and it was beautiful! You have an amazing voice, really!" He heard a few comments from behind him in conformation from some of the other patrons. "Really, you're worrying too much. Relax a little. Don't you feel a bit better now that it is done and over wit-?" He was cut off as the waitress cut in, pulling Ashriel from his grasp. He blinked, realizing that he was, yet again, alone. He dropped his hands to his lap and sighed. "Well, fine, let's see if this helps." He picked up the guitar again and adjusted the tuning. He began to play, a slow paced song sounding from his guitar. Those who knew the song recognized it as Name by the Goo Goo Dolls. And then, Roanan's voice sounded, singing to the beginning out loud to those in the cafe. "And even though the moment passed me by. I still can't turn away." His eyes closed and he played smoothly, his body relaxing as he played and sang. "'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose, got tossed along the way."[ It seemed to be hard for Roanan to keep up with the lyrics and play, as he made more mistakes while he played. Yet, he kept going, regardless.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:53 pm
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"And I won't tell no one your name..." Roanan finished the song, finishing the chord progression and finger picking. He put his guitar aside after he was done and coughed, clearing his throat. It ached from singing, which he didn't often do. Taking a sip of the drink behind him, he turned his head to Ashriel and gave her a small smile. Reaching out, he found her hand and said, quietly, "Ah, but would you rather be heard or would you rather be ignored, forgotten?" He released her hand, clearing his throat again, his voice raspy. "It takes courage to put yourself out and do something that brings the focus of attention to you. But, at least then you're not lost in the masses." He smiled at the thought, taking another sip of his lemonade.
He looked over to the waitress and grinned. "When you don't have to worry about remembering what you saw, your memory of songs are restricted to just the sound and the name. Thus, it makes an easy connection between playing from memory and remembering different songs." He coughed and sipped away, a semi-content look across his face.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 5:00 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 6:55 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 6:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 6:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 5:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:59 pm
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Roanan, meanwhile, was quite convinced that this could work. He was in quite the high spirits, a big 'ole grin plastered on his face as he returned to playing. Naturally, this couldn't last long. He felt a familiar vibration in his pocket. Pausing his playing, he pulled out his cell and said, "Hello?" Immediately, a voice could be heard yelling in Roanan's ear. Wincing a bit, Roanan pulled the phone away from his ear. "Yes...Okay. I under...yes. I'll work on it. 43 New Reddick Street. Okay, thank you." As the conversation drew on, the positive air that filled Roanan just moments before slowly blew out of him, leaving him leaning over his guitar, looking sullen and very tired. Finally, the call seems to be drawing to a close. "Alright, bye. I love-*click*-you..." Roanan sat in silence for a bit, his closed cell still in his hand.
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