A Quiet Spot (Part 2)
Steezy: The name of my closest partner in my resort enterprise. The partnership forged between me and him was one that greatly helped in bringing his species into friendly terms with the galaxy at large, as well as forming one of my tightest friendships outside of my usual circle. Now, due to the immense gap between languages it was much easier to designate an English name to every Ssi-Ruuk rather than translate it all, hence is why he was referred to as Steezy. As the name would suggest he was a laid-back and calm sort, like a surfer kind of. Yet he was reliable and often took over the business proceedings whenever I was away, and definitely stays calm under pressure. His easy-going attitude was what got me to like him right off the bat, but to think: He having a sister? Suddenly this chance encounter had become very interesting.
"Really?" was my follow-up response to that surprising bit of information. "Hunh, I didn't know he had a sister."
"Not surprising that nobody around here would know. He's a little over-protective of me; sometimes taking it a bit too far."
"Is that so?" I gave a slight chuckle. Imagine that: Cool-headed Steezy being an overly protective brother. I would have found that funnier if I wasn't already finding it hard to believe. And then she said,
"My name is Sylvia by the way. Nice to meet you."
Sylvia...
"Eh, Squishy. Nice to meet you too," I said to her.
"So your name really is Squishy?"
"Yeah it is. Weird, right?" Squishy: The result of a youth spent playing video games and slacking off, earning me a namesake befitting a person of absolute laziness in the eyes of my people. Even now I still procrastinate, though not as much as I used too. Anyways, she spoke again.
"It's a little strange, but from what my brother has been telling me you are a rather unique character."
"Heh, he wouldn't be wrong there." The things that I had done in the past have elevated me to the level of an icon, but it came with the territory of my other, and more renowned, occupation sadly. She gave a light laugh at my agreement to her brother's claim. A Velociraptor laughing gently... strange, yes?
"Don't take it too hard. He also said you were a pretty nice guy, and I can see that he was right."
"Why, thank you. You're rather nice yourself."
"I'm just being polite. Being among so many different types of people, being kind and courteous is the best strategy."
"That it certainly is. Or give them free stuff; that usually works." My weak attempt at being funny got a kindly chuckle out of her. Some more silence followed, with me looking back down at my guitar caressing my hand over the strings. Luckily this period of quiet was shorter than the last, as Sylvia spoke up again.
"That's a nice-looking guitar you have there. Were you practicing earlier?"
"Yeah a little. Nothing in-depth; just something to keep my fingers preoccupied."
"Have you been composing any songs?"
"No. I don't compose. I just like playing other people's songs. Songs that I like."
"Ah. So you're only half a musician."
"Guess you could say that." Again, my pride... "Want to hear my favorite tune?"
"Sure. Some music would be nice."
"Okay." I began plucking at strings with a pattern in mind. "Just let me warm up."
"Alright." My short fingers twanged and picked strings at a moderate pace, in order to loosen them. All was quiet again save for the light breeze, the waves and my guitar fiddling.
"So Steezy brought you here to meet new people. What do you think of this place so far?" I asked to stir up conversation until I was ready to perform.
"Its beautiful here; so different from our home world. There's water everywhere, and only islands instead of continents. And the calmness of everything... I can see why Steezy likes it so much here."
"Yeah. It's one of my favorite places too, for that precise reason. How about the people at the party? Meet anyone interesting?"
"I didn't really meet anyone. Just had idle talk with a few people. Everyone was having their own fun and talking with other people they knew, and there were so many kinds of people there. It was almost uncomfortable being around so many."
"Crowds tend to do that, especially when you're the one thing that sticks out the most." She gave a slight laugh at that.
"It's just nice to be with only one or two people. I lost track of my brother not long ago, and without him there really wasn't anybody around I could talk with. But, seems I was lucky enough to stumble upon you. It's been really nice talking with you, and getting to know my brother's business partner as well."
"Well there really isn't all that much to know about me. I'm just a guy... only littler." This time she gave a livelier laugh.
"You're also funny," she said, giving as best a smile as her reptilian face could manage.
"I try." A moment later I was ready. "Alright, I believe I'm set."
"Goody!" That sounded particularly bubbly, reminding me of another girl I knew. Guess she had gotten pretty comfortable.
"This is one of my more favorite songs. It's pretty simple so I shouldn't mess up too badly." That song was more than just a favorite. It was the song that started my interest in guitars; the sole reason why I decided to even pick up an instrument. That and it was appropriate for the current surroundings.
I shifted my back straight and relaxed it some more against the rock, sitting up to be in a more comfortable playing position, as well as flexing my wrists and fingers. In seconds I was set to play in comfort. Some more seconds went by as I put my fingers in position to make the opening notes, and once those were in place I took a quick glance at Sylvia. Her head was turned in my direction, intent on hearing what I had to offer. Assured that I now had a listener, I started to play.
The song's progression was hard-wired into my memory; I had played it so many times that my fingers had become automatic in producing the notes. Though there were some initial cramps they went away quickly as I got into the rhythm of the melody. I played it slowly; slower than it was originally meant to be played. This gave it a very calming, soothing feel to it. In all honesty, it had the nuances of a campfire serenade.
"Huh. That's pretty good," Sylvia said a ways into the song, giving a relaxed yawn shortly thereafter.
"I've played this a couple of times. It really helps in relaxing me."
"Uh-huh. It surely does." She meant those words, I could tell. As I kept playing, I pulled back my head to look up at the sky, and that's when I noticed that above the few scattered clouds the sky had become mostly black, with a fringe of orange on the part closest to where the sun was. The first of the evening stars poked out from the murkiness of the twilit sky, adding a bit of surrealism as I continued to play. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as I found myself lost in the song. The breaking waves, which now sounded so distant in comparison to the music, seemed to accentuate the overall vibe being created. This feeling was common to me. Music had always been a comfort in my life, as well as a lifestyle. To play it out with my own hands further engrossed me in the thing which had granted me joy and excitement for years. The very basis for much of my past successes... and I was at its center once more.
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