Opening the door to an empty room, Max breathed in strongly. Closing the door behind him, he passed the pictures of kids having fun at a Beck Live concert and the 'WELCOME TO THE SHOW!' words. Right now, Max was just intrested in sitting at the stool up from. Which was excatly what he did.
Strumming on a acoustic guitar, Max hummed along to the blues that he was creating. With the feeling of the strings hitting his fingers, the Frenchman was finding great enjoyment in this. Oh how he wished that playing music was legal in his country, but it wasn't aloud so he played whenever he could. In result, he’d actually become quite good at.
Taking a breath, his fingers began a strum a new tune, a softer and lighter tuned one, "I'm a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted, dead or alive...Wanted!...Dead or alive" his voice trailed off back to a hum.
Each word was coming out in a juicy, dark sound and it sounded like a professional, but it was cut off as max let a stiffened sigh escape his lips and let the music keep going. This time it was the thick sound of heart ache. A tone that comes from playing by ear. Yet, it didn't show on Max's face that he was upset at all. Instead, he looked rather happy for a soft spoken, dark looking guy.
Thank you Bon Jovi and your very few good songs.. He thought quietly to himself as the image of what he had just sang a few moments ago fluttered in and out of his head.
Strumming on a acoustic guitar, Max hummed along to the blues that he was creating. With the feeling of the strings hitting his fingers, the Frenchman was finding great enjoyment in this. Oh how he wished that playing music was legal in his country, but it wasn't aloud so he played whenever he could. In result, he’d actually become quite good at.
Taking a breath, his fingers began a strum a new tune, a softer and lighter tuned one, "I'm a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted, dead or alive...Wanted!...Dead or alive" his voice trailed off back to a hum.
Each word was coming out in a juicy, dark sound and it sounded like a professional, but it was cut off as max let a stiffened sigh escape his lips and let the music keep going. This time it was the thick sound of heart ache. A tone that comes from playing by ear. Yet, it didn't show on Max's face that he was upset at all. Instead, he looked rather happy for a soft spoken, dark looking guy.
Thank you Bon Jovi and your very few good songs.. He thought quietly to himself as the image of what he had just sang a few moments ago fluttered in and out of his head.