Cyrus kept his head down, staring down at his instrument. If it was possible for a man to love a piece of wood, then dammit, Cyrus loved his guitar. It had been with him through thick and thin. Had a bad day? Its singing comforted him. Had an awesome day? It was there, cheering him on. Bane strummed harder and louder, all that he was thinking about was music. 

Cyrus finally picked up his head, and fell out of his chair when he saw a redhead watching him play. His song ended on a couple wrong notes and some scraped knees. "Gah, jeez lady. You scared the hell outta me! A warning would have been nice." He gave her a sheepish grin, rubbin the back of his head, hair going everywhere. He saw that she was enjoying his music, he cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh, I'm going to keep playing... If that's okay?"

The Oscillan didn't hesitate, he once again began strumming a beautiful song, and nothing but music filled his ears. He pocketed his pick and started picking the guitar with his fingers. He began humming along, there was no need for words. He was honestly making the song up as he went on, but he seemed to know how to play and sing, well at least hum, very well.