Bailey stops singing when he hears the second instrument, but his fingers only fly with more determination over the strings. He grins in response to the other man's quirked eyebrow, gladly accepting the addition to the song; his harmony brings additional life to the tune, makes Bailey want to dance around the boardwalk like a complete buffoon. Luckily, he pours his intentions into the music instead.
From the way the other man plays, Bailey can tell he appreciates music as a craft; his harmony echoes with a sense of passion, the kind that one harbors for years. It isn't the same music Bailey himself is so fond of, but it's brilliant, and he enjoys hearing the way it sounds with his own.
"Does everyone in Siren Cove walk around with the guitars? I must say, that is pretty nifty," Bailey comments once the song dies down, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
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Date: 2014-09-27 04:33 pm (UTC)From the way the other man plays, Bailey can tell he appreciates music as a craft; his harmony echoes with a sense of passion, the kind that one harbors for years. It isn't the same music Bailey himself is so fond of, but it's brilliant, and he enjoys hearing the way it sounds with his own.
"Does everyone in Siren Cove walk around with the guitars? I must say, that is pretty nifty," Bailey comments once the song dies down, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.