It was hard to explain why he was excited, probably because this was the first proper conversation he'd had since he left junior school. Once he could blend in with his classmates, he could at least slide by with friendly conversation though he had never been a popular or beloved boy. But the older he got, the more different he was. Standing out didn't make him interesting, it just made him excluded. This conversation was the nicest one had in a very long time. Pathetic as that was. He stuffed the plectrum into his pocket to keep it safe, carefully placing his cigarette against the sole of his shoe to try and prevent any property damage. When it was finally dropped neatly into the bin, he looked at Nicolas with a smile.
"I'm not very good at playing, you'll probably never hear it and I'm sure you'll be thankful but I do like to dabble in and out. The arts are where I thrive," Or so he liked to think, they usually just interested him. "Selling your soul to the devil to be a better musician is a rather tired old tale, I doubt you'll rehash it. I'm sure with skills like yours that you'll never need to. I think you're too hard on yourself, nothing can be ideal but you're pretty close to perfect. That's impressive in the grand scheme."
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Date: 2015-10-03 12:06 am (UTC)"I'm not very good at playing, you'll probably never hear it and I'm sure you'll be thankful but I do like to dabble in and out. The arts are where I thrive," Or so he liked to think, they usually just interested him. "Selling your soul to the devil to be a better musician is a rather tired old tale, I doubt you'll rehash it. I'm sure with skills like yours that you'll never need to. I think you're too hard on yourself, nothing can be ideal but you're pretty close to perfect. That's impressive in the grand scheme."