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[sup]Current Location: Celestial Falls - Interacting With: Trevor - Mentioned: No One[/sup]

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[color=gray]While Maisy attempted to come to terms with her emotions and thoughts, Trevor was also lost in his own thoughts. Sometimes they would lock eyes, but only for a second before Maisy would look away. It was then when Trevor disappeared, leaving Maisy confused as he had left. Nonetheless, Trevor's disappearance had allowed Maisy to focus somewhat, and the movement of supplies went by much faster. A few of the expedition were digging around in the MRE boxes--something Maisy would've preferred saving, but she let them go ahead. It was to be a party, and eating like the old days would be a nice touch.

Then, Maisy heard the strum of a guitar. Nothing as far as a song, but simple notes came forth from the guitar. Maisy looked around to pinpoint the location of the sound, and noticed Trevor standing on top of an old truck, or rather the carcass of one. It had been burned to the core, but Trevor didn't mind using it as a stage. Their eyes had met once more, and only then had Maisy noticed he was smiling at her. It had brought a rosy red to Maisy's cheeks once again, especially as Trevor had singled out the second-in-command from everyone else in the expedition. Seconds later, Trevor started to strum and sing away to a tune of years past, playing it on his makeshift stage.

In truth, it was entrancing. Trevor must've heard Maisy comment to herself earlier, but he wasn't a bad singer, nor was he bad with the guitar. A few minutes passed as Maisy listened with a smile on her face, cheeks still stained red. The song soon ended, but Trevor wasn't done with Maisy yet. The woodsman made a point to say that if anyone didn't take the guitar from him he'd keep playing, and eventually Maisy gave in. Climbing the bed of the truck, Maisy took the guitar from Trevor, herself smiling like an idiot.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Know any Cash?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, strumming the guitar a bit to get used to playing once again.

Without waiting for an answer, Maisy began to strum away. Each cord that the rancher strummed brought Maisy back to a simpler time, when she was much younger. Maisy found herself still singing, but she was back home on her family's porch, strumming away on a warm summer evening. A nice glass of tea sat on a table, while the music was accented by the sound of insects and the occasional animal. Maisy could see her cousins tap their feet to the music, and as well her parents slow-dancing. The rancher noticed her aunt and uncle being there too, topping everything off as a Palmer reunion.[/color]

[center][color=moccasin][b]"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day's through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line."[/b][/color][/center]

[color=gray]By the time the last cord was strung, Maisy had returned back from the dreamland she was in. Some were listening to Maisy play and sing, and a couple clapped their appreciation.[/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Should we keep going?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Maisy asked, more so to Trevor. Nonetheless, those that were listening cheered them on, hoping for more.[/color] [color=moccasin][i]If only every day was like this...[/i][/color] [color=gray]Maisy thought, strumming a few random cords as she waited for an answer from Trevor. Simpler times existed, if only for a minute in the end of the world. It was like a long dream, yet one they were destined to catch.[/color]

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