|| @mylittlepandora ||
Wayne still didn’t know what to do with his life, that never seemed to change. Not these days. He slept, ate, wandered, slept again. There wasn’t much point in anything else. But sometimes the music still called to him, a flicker of spark that would lead him out to the park with his guitar. His hair was long and curly, shot through with gray. Roxanne would always tell him he looked like some sort of yoga vegan hipster thing, but mostly the large man just couldn’t be bothered. Today he let it hang in his face as he set up. His beard too was long but he’d trimmed it up nicely not too long ago. While fairly sure he was fully clothed, Wayne had no clue what he was wearing, it hadn’t mattered.
Sitting on the bench near some trees where people were close enough to listen, the ex-hero strummed his guitar, humming the first bar as he warmed up. Getting the feel for the strings, he started singing as he played Moody Blue.
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