<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77434.msg3474650#msg3474650">Quote from: Dunnuck on 15-08-2010, 00:03:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He scratched the back of his head. "I am a performer." He told her. "My band and I are popular in Japan." He picked back up the guitar and strummed a few notes. "I guess you could call us a cult hit here, but we are not widely popular outside of Japan." He said with a smile to her. "I feel comfortable around music. Music is my life. I'm just really nervous around places and people I do not know or understand much of." He looked down bashfully. "Why are you not in the mood? You should be. I have heard you sing well. Music is a catalyst for emotion. When you don't feel like playing, it feels good to find out why then express it into song." He said to her, messing with his tongue ring against the outside of his upper lip. "I have no problem playing for thousands of strangers I do not know, but when it is just me and no instrument, I get very nervous." He laughed with a smile, his accent still present, but seemingly more confident. He took a seat next to the wall. "May I hear you play your voice, Amelia-san?" He asked.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Amelia chuckled and watched him curious. "A Japanese celebrity, huh?" She nodded as he explained his feelings about using music to express and explore. "I agree with you, music is the best way to open your soul." She smiled and watched him sit down. "I'm simply not in the mood to do the work I came here to do, but I rarely feel distanced from music." She grinned and tilted her head at his request. "I'm no rockstar, Leon. But sure, I'll give you something..." She turned and wondered what she felt like playing. With the remains of her adrenaline wash in her system, she definitely felt like something rougher than the little ballads she'd been doing lately.<br/><br/>Hearing a knock on the door, she called out, "Come on in!"<br/><br/>She grabbed the light blue Fender and plugged it in, browsed her playbacks for the right drum and base set, and let it roll a few beats before she started strumming the guitar. Short, fast and counting the beat. She walked over to a mic stand, stopped playing to turn the mic on and tested the reverb. Happy to hear her own settings seemed to be untouched since the last time she played, she started the playback from the beginning and layered her guitar and voice over it.<br/><br/>The song was fast paced, words sung in a low steady voice and almost talking at some places.<br/><br/><em>Rocking back and forth between a river and a lake<br/>staying still is not the kind of action I can take.<br/>Tell you what, I let you be and you can work it out<br/>no use dragging things that I can simply be without.<br/>Burying the hatchet might be good enough for you<br/>if you think that's what I want you really don't have a clue</em><br/><br/>The song shifted into a more melodic rhythm and her voice slid smoothly to a higher tone, still a rough edge to it but swaying like velvet between syllables.<br/><em><br/>You<br/>don't have what it takes to take me on<br/>I<br/>will slip through your fingers and be gone</em><br/><br/>She sang another verse and then stopped, chuckling and feeling good in her skin.<br/><br/>"There you go, a small song." She winked and put the guitar in place after turning off the playback. "I wish I was five people sometimes, so I could play the whole thing myself."