Rikimaru was in shock, there we're so many people. Maybe there wasn't and it was just more than he was used too. All things being equal, any more than a classroom was more than he was used to. 

There was a feeling that everyone was staring at him, he knew what wasn't true, his eyes told him so. It just didn't help they nervous feeling he had. He'd often ask himself what did he have to be scared of, but he could never found an answer.

With a heavy sigh Rikimaru started walking around the mall. Going in and out of shops and checking out what was inside. They were mostly clothing stores. That wasn't all bad, a good pair of jeans and a decent shirt never hurt anyone and he was always in the market for a new mask.

The more he wondered around the more he wanted to play his guitar. He knew that back home in Kadena, on the Air Force base and around town it was much more Americanized than here but what extent he didn't know. Did they look down on people playing music in public?  He wasn't playing for money or anything, just cause he wanted to, could that be such a bad thing?

He was gonna find the answer to this particular quandary. When he found a place to sit, he slung the soft bag in his back that contained his guitar off his back and pulled out his flat top box.

This particular one had nylon strings, fit for his style of classical, flamenco, and folk. With a quick strum his worries seemed to flutter away. He moved his bag off to the side and ensured it was closed and started to play.


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His hands moved expertly from one string to the next, never missing a note. Smile formed under that mask if his, and a big one at that. It took all of ten seconds for his eyes to shut and get lost in the music. Losing track of the people and the noise or anything else that was going on around him.

With each passing stike of the strings, Rikimaru couldn't help be happy, trouble and worries floated away. Yet sadly like all great things,the song and his playing had to come to an end. The remedy was simple enough, just play another song and he intended to. For for now though, he just wanted to revel in one of his favorite songs, the Malaguena.

He looked at his guitar and was just happy to have it and be able to play. It was then he noticed a small gather of people around him. He didn't like them looming at him all that much. He just ignored it and played another one.