It's all messed up now, just pop it // Aster common room - Open to all

[elegantcrow]

Miyavi's hands flew across the fret board forming the notes as quick as a thought, smooth as silk. He hummed the words under his breath as he played, taking little notice of his surroundings. His fingers drummed the side of the instrument briefly as he played, and he smiled softly, wondering how long it might take anyone to actually care he was making all this noise.

The first moment of peace he'd had in a long time settled over him. He settled into his spot on the chair and his playing slowed to a softer tune.