Post by sawyer on Jul 30, 2012 14:03:29 GMT -4
After a day or two of searching, James had finally found a place to live. It was a small apartment complex a little ways down from the main part of town. He had number 25, right in the middle of the first building. As far as he could tell, he didn’t have neighbors, which he figured was good. Keeping a tight grip on his dog’s collar he unlocked the door. Stepping through the doorway he let the dog go to explore the house while he brought suitcases in. It was a nice place, and already furnished, which was good. He went back and forth between his truck and the apartment, unloading suitcases, electronics, and furniture he had brought from home.
After everything was unloaded and in place, James looked around his new home, it looked like home already. With his dog Jack sprawled across an armchair, and various guitars scattered around the place it looked like he’d been here forever. He really hoped he wouldn’t have neighbors anytime soon, else they be annoyed by guitar playing. Picking up a black Strat, he plugged it into an amp and started playing. As he played the sound took shape until it was recognizable as a song. Humming lyrics along with it, James was oblivious to the rest of the world.