[center][h2][color=808080]Simon Graham[/color][/h2]
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[color=808080][b][u]Location;;[/u][/b][/color] In his apartment
[color=808080][b][u]Interacting With;;[/u][/b][/color] Party Host (Clyde Harvey)[hr][hr][/center]
The day seemed to meticulously progress as Simon hummed in his small kitchen, cooking a light meal. People always assume blind people are totally inept and unable to even cook for themselves, but Simon was a living demonstration of why that belief was wrong! ...Or at least was after the first few years of his accident, when he became used to living blind. The barely audible, practically silent hum of his echolocation was nearly drowned out as he continued to mumble the lyrics to the song he had performed at "The Casalingo" only a day prior, and Simon was mainly cooking through the use of touch and feeling for the proper ingredients. Echolocation definitely was easier than feeling around looking for what he needed, but Simon was was far more comfortable using his sense of touch. He wasn't completely used to his echolocation yet, and while the sense of nausea was nearly nonexistent, he still preferred to have a little more time before using his echolocation constantly. The water soon began boil loudly, and Simon quickly began to stir the pot of noodles, realizing that he was busy lost in thought and wasn't paying attention.

Several minutes later, Simon was sitting in his living room with the television turned on, slowly eating the noodles with a delicate precision. Simon knew that it was kind of weird to have a television when you were blind, but he liked to have it for the guests that came over. He only ever listened to the news anyways, but the only thing that was on any of the channels were alerts and damage reports on the vicious storm that had struck a week ago. Simon listened carefully, wincing slightly at the damage costs, and even more when the dozens of missing citizens were reported. It seemed as if the number of missing was growing by the day... Simon quickly reached into his pocket as he his phone vibrate, before pulling out his cellphone - an older model with a braille keypad rather than the touch screen of newer phones. Answering it, he heard the unmistakable voice of a trainer from his local gym, someone who often helped him set the proper weights whenever he went. Simon instantly recognized it as Clyde Harvey.

[color=39b54a]"Hey, what's up Simon? Remember that time you said you owed me one when I spotted you on bench? Well, the gang and I were thinking about throwing a party down by the beach, and it would be great if you came and performe-"[/color]

[color=808080]"Clyde, I kind of meant that figuratively, since you always spot me on bench. Besides, why are you throwing a party? And if it's down by the shore, how am I supposed to get a piano down there?[/color]

[color=39b54a]"It's a 'Survivor of the Storm' party! Everyone around the city seems depressed about all the people who went missing and all the property damage, so we thought it would lift everyone's spirits to let loose and have some fun! Besides, you can play guitar, can't you? I've seen you play at The Bus Stop, so I know you can! And Steve went through so much trouble making the flyers! ...Which just so happened to say that you were going to play at the party... hehe..."[/color]

Simon sighed loudly. He sure as hell couldn't be angry at the guys - they had helped him more times than he could count when he was at the gym, and they were throwing the party to make people feel safer in there own city. He was scheduled to play at The Bus Stop today, and he knew that Clyde sure as hell didn't have the money to pay him what he would normally receive for a showing... 

[color=808080]"Alright, I'll show up and play a song or two. But next time, ask me before you make a bunch of fliers saying I'm gonna be there, alright?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"You got it! Thanks again Simon, it means a lot!"[/color]

Simon ended the call soon after Clyde finished talking. Simon knew the Bus Stop's manager for years, and he was pretty sure that he would be able to call out today. The Bus Stop wasn't really a place that needed music to complete the atmosphere, and it could survive a day or two without Simon there. Slowly rising from the couch and turning off the television, Simon closed his eyes and focused, as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMr-3P0Xebo]Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-Flat Minor Op. 23[/url] seemingly started playing from thin air. Simon smiled slightly, appreciating that his power could be used as a form of recreation. He enjoyed the ability to play whatever music he wished, without having to cycle through his countless CDs to find the right song for the situation. Making his way to his bedroom, he gently grabbed his guitar, before setting to work tuning it. Simon always enjoyed practicing before he performed, he felt it allowed him to focus easier, get in the zone. Simon strummed the guitar, mulling over the possible songs he could perform at the party as the sounds of Tchaikovsky's strings drummed in his ears. After several seconds, Simon smiled slightly. [i]Yes, of course. That would be perfect.[/i]

A slight ringing could be heard across the room, before a clearly robotic voice chimed out. "2 PM." Simon briefly realized he had not asked for when the party started, and resolved to simply arrive around 6 PM. Simon immediately began to practice his chosen song, preparing himself to practice for an hour or two before he left for the other side of town, the place he had unlocked his abilities.

The Lights.