The Park; Saturday Noonish.

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Chad sat on a bench in the park with his guitar and a handwavily aquired sandwich, enjoying the little bout of nice weather that had arrived before it started going away again. Half the time he was practising some of his favourite basslines and Teal Dear songs, the other half he was trying his hand at songwriting again, so there was also a notebook at his otherside that he occationally scratched at. He was writing his lyrics and lyric ideas in Spanish, though, so the chance of someone coming about, reading them, and him feeling embarrassed about his lack of writing skills would be significantly reduced.


[[ open, as parks tends to be ]]