-The next song was worse than the first one and Pandora walked faster towards him. Homeless or not he honestly can pick another spot to make people feel bad, not where children are happy and try to play. God lord, They don’t deserve to hear the man’s personal agony. –
“Excuse mee!!” She called loudly over to him, waving a hand – “Hey you!!” – But what she found when she turned around on the last tree made her stop in her tracks. Pandora froze, and immediately frowned, her lips pursed aside in distrust.. A wave of different feelings melted inside her chest, unable to decide if she should run away or shoot him in the middle of the head. It was him! From all the people in the world. Him…Metro man..but for all the science and virtual energy! What happened to him!!. It was like see a Hippie in disgrace. He? playing the guitar.-
Her expression changed abruptly. Her stare yet distrustful before her thin arms crossed front her chest. “What is exactly happening here?“Was he dying? Harrison Drake kicked him from the tower? Maybe he got amnesia and now was in terminal state. She can’t figure out why.. maybe he was faking the whole actiong. The worse is that no one seemed to notice who he is for real!!
The elderly woman who’d been enjoying the music dropped the bills quickly into Wayne’s open case and scampered off upon seeing the look on Pandora’s face. Wayne was incredibly oblivious at first, continuing his mournful song. Strumming another note, Wayne tipped his head back and let the sun hit his face, his voice filled with overflowing emotion. The song took on a near frantic swell, chaotic as his heart.
Finally noticing the intensity on the pink haired woman, Wayne turned his head towards her. He was so used to wearing masks, his face only ever reflected his true feeling when he was lost in thought, so his friendly mask slid into place. He flashed a charming smile like a familiar glove. Even if it was far more uncomfortable and exhausting than it once was. His eyes still shown with his weariness, but his smile was as brilliant as ever.
His little Blue buddy used to call it nearly predatory, there was something about the larger alien. He was in truth as inhuman as any of the blues, humans just refused to be aware of it. Wayne was certain they did see it. There was a reason few wanted to actually befriend him. To spend a lot of time with him. Something that was off, unsettling. It was why his Mother was so insistent he learned to be a charming boy, to win them over. It had worked… but only as admiration. The charm and smiles had won him few real friends… and those were all gone now.
“I’m taking requests if you have something in mind, little lady,” Wayne offered, twanging the guitar string again. He noticed her stance but refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t do that anymore. Done, hands washed of the whole mess. It never did any good.
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