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Dec 28, 2019 0:12:36 GMT -6
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Dante had been through some pretty tough times lately. While he was still in contact with Gina, it wasn't the same as getting to see her more often, which was the reason he'd moved to New York. And he did enjoy what time they did get to spend together. And then when he thought he had found someone...things just sorta went downhill fast. He couldn't even remember what she'd gotten mad about, but it ended the relationship. So, now Dante found himself alone in the big city.
Well, currently he was alone in a pretty large and fancy nightclub, sitting in the corner, downing drinks left and right. He wasn't gone but he was starting to feel the effects. Next to him, lay his acoustic guitar in the case. Before this he'd been playing in the park but...it really didn't help considering that was how he met her.
In a moment of inspiration, he took out the guitar, sitting back against the booth. His fingers danced along the strings quietly, amid the buzz of the usual club ambiance, and his eyes closed.
He could have melted into the booth, because as it were, he just melted into the music, letting the sad yet soothing sounds coming from his fingertips lift his mood slightly.
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