Snippet #1284972

After editing the music, and the tunes, he got up, pulling off his headphones and setting his laptop aside. Rubbing the back of his head he grabbed his guitar, sitting on the edge of his bed. He played a few strings to make sure it was tuned well, before trying it out. Hiroshi remembered the melody so there was no need to look at the notes. He was good at that for some reason. His mother would always tell him it was his talent. With a small grin, he let the sound of music fill his room.

Hiroshi tilted his head, and stopped playing. It felt like he was missing something.. but wasnt sure. Which meant he would have to go back to editing. He sighed, putting his guitar back to place and stretched. He looked around, before walking out of his room and heading down the stairs. He did see Rick and a pinked hair girl, but it seemed like the two were arguing. That didnt sound good... Everyone was supposed to get along. Shaking his had he proceeded into the kitchen getting a glass of water. He took a seat on the chair, and tapped his feet quietly as he sang their song in his head.