After Lunch I had some me time, I wandered past a room where I heard singing and music, I loved music, I used to play the guitar and I was good, even if I do say so myself, I stood in the doorway listening to Jenn sing, her voice was soft; even angelic, I watched for a few minutes then I needed to relieve myself.<br/><br/>Walking back to the room, everyone had left, except for one young man, I walked in and he turned around, introducing himself, "Hi I'm Grant, do you play or sing?" I smiled and looked at a Spanish guitar, "I play, well did some time ago, can I borrow that, by the way I'm Max I'm new on security," Grant smiled, "security huh? Then I guess I can trust you no one goes straight on security unless they have been checked out by Olivia, sure man take the guitar, there isn't anyone that can play her, she is a little specialized instrument," I nodded, "you say she?"<br/><br/>Grant laughed, "yeah that what the guy who used to play her said, an instrument is like a woman, caress her; love her; treat her with respect and she will play for you, treat her bad and you won't get a decent note out of her, he was sure gifted, he left some time ago but left this beautiful instrument behind."<br/><br/>I looked at and wondered why someone would leave such an instrument behind, picking it up I looked at Grant; who, by his expression expected me to play, but it needed tuning, "I'll take it and have a little practice if I may,"<br/><br/>Grant looked at me and said, "sure man, hey you're English ain't you?"<br/><br/>I looked at him, wondering how the hell he had worked that out, "yeah I guess I am," I replied, "I was born here, but my parents were English, how did you know?"<br/><br/>"The way you talk man," Grant laughed, "so proper you know," he said with his best English accent, "take the guitar man, I'll catch you later."<br/><br/>Walking out of the room, I had to laugh to myself at the way Grant had put on an English accent, walking out to the yard, John came bouncing over towards me, "Hey Max, look," he said, "I haven't got anything else to show you today so take the rest of the day off and tomorrow as well, come back the day after tomorrow at 7.30am, okay?"<br/><br/>I didn't get a chance to answer, I shouted after him as he walked back the way he came, "cheers John," he raised his hand in acknowledgement. I could smell bread baking; the smell kind of wafted under my nose, my mouth watered, following the smell, it came out of a small window, which I know was where Jenn was working.<br/><br/>I sat on a large rock outside, as I didn't want to disturb her, lifting the guitar I started to carefully tune it, then I remembered my father, he taught me how to play; I started to play,<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://youtu.be/N7O2tD3imy8">http://youtu.be/N7O2tD3imy8</a>m