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Adam bit down on his lip after playing a few chords, trying to think up a set list for that afternoon. As usual, he lifted his head slightly and began to zone out while he thought, unintentionally staring right at a girl he'd never seen before. Once he had a list of songs whipped up, he shook him head to clear it out, only then realizing he'd actually been looking at someone.

His face turned pink as he looked back down at his vintage guitar, the blue paint chipped and cracked in places but the instrument itself still usable. He was tempted to use his wings as a shield from the girl, but if anything, it would've drawn more attention to himself, and that wouldn't do unless he was playing.

With another shake of the head, he began to strum out a new tune, a soft and delicate one that he'd learned so long ago. Hey, it was early and he was tired. Why not play a sleepy little song?