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[wizard_dresden]

Butters told me that playing the guitar would be good therapy for my hand. Unfortunately, didn't bring the guitar along with me. So, I figured I'd ask the bar if she could loan me one. She did - she even included a copy of the book Butters had given me. "Thanks."

So now, I'm sitting in a corner, in a comfortable chair, playing the guitar... badly.

So far, Thomas is the only person who's ever been able to tolerate the sound longer than a couple minutes without asking me to stop. And I think he's just being polite.

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam passes on his way to the Bar, and can't help a wince.

He's not rude enough to ask the stranger to stop, though.

[wizard_dresden]

"I know, I suck. Just say it."

No, really, it sounds horrible to me, but it sort of helps my hand.

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"...everybody's got to start somewhere", Liam offers a little more diplomatically.

[wizard_dresden]

"True, but I figure most people who start this have two good hands."

I flex my left hand, glove and all. It's too badly scarred to leave the glove off.

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"Usually, yeah." He looks sympathetic. "Liam Pace."

[wizard_dresden]

I balance the instrument on my leg, holding it in place with my left arm and hold out my right hand for a handshake. "Harry Dresden."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you."

He shakes hands.

[wizard_dresden]

"But not my noise."

It's not a question.

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"I've heard worse", he says honestly.

[wizard_dresden]

"Worse? I can't even play. At all."

Well, I have those two chords - the easy ones.

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

"Worse is people who think they can play when they can't."

He shudders exaggeratedly.

[wizard_dresden]

"Ah. Right. So - any tips?"

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam looks at his hands critically, then sits down.

"Right, okay. I'm not a guitarist like my brother, but... you need to work on your fingering."

[capt_angie]

Theres a witch sitting not far away, watching him with an amused smile.

[wizard_dresden]

"No laughing," I say without looking up, while I concentrate on this chord that's giving me trouble because my hand won't reach.

[capt_angie]

"I'm not laughing. You're doing better than I could, that's for sure."

[wizard_dresden]

I look up, then back to the guitar.

"I'm sure you could do better." I wiggle the fingers of my left hand - three of them anyway.

[capt_angie]

Angie stands up and moves to a chair closer to him.

"I doubt it. I've got no musical talent at all."

[wizard_dresden]

"But you have two fully-functioning hands..."

And why did that suddenly sound really dirty?

[capt_angie]

A small quirk of her smile is the only indication that she picked up on anything sounding dirty.

"Two hands that are better at doing other things."

[wizard_dresden]

"Clear evidence that I need more sleep - I start saying dirty things without realizing it."

[capt_angie]

She laughs.

"Doesn't bother me if you say dirty things without realising."

[wizard_dresden]

"Sure, it doesn't bother you. As long as you're okay if I say something like that to other people. Because it's bound to happen."

[capt_angie]

"Hmmm... in that case, we might have a problem...""

[wizard_dresden]

My eyebrows go up. "Didn't figure you for the jealous type." I tip my head. "Tired Harry equals 'says stupid things' Harry. Really."