Tony soon finished the song and he was quiet for a moment, lifting a hand to try and wipe those tears off of his face. He sat there for a moment, his back resting against the trunk of the tree. The sound of the thunder roaring over their heads. He sighed and sat there, picking at some blades of grass absentmindedly. "Sorry... I.. have a habit of doing that..." he told her. "Singing and playing my guitar, it's what calms me down sometimes..." he told her. With that, he set his guitar back down in it's case. He closed it and flipped the latches down so it was secure in the case. He moved it off to the side, and he lied down in the grass under the canopy of leaves that shielded him from the rain. "I dance as well, but I keep that to myself... I'm.. pretty shy so I'd rather hide that talent..." he said quietly.<br/><br/>As he lied there, staring up at the cloudy sky, he listened to the roaring of the thunder, his hands resting on his stomach. He was calm, sweet, kind. He most certainly wasn't gang material, yet he was in the Glacier's gang. All because of some accident that took place that he was thrown into this gang, being used as a slave.