Wilbur's fingers moved gracefully over the strings of his guitar, producing a melody against a tree of which he leaned on.

His closed eyes revealed the depth of his concentration. The warm sunlight caressed his tousled, curly locks. Freckles adorned his face, illuminated by the light shining through the branches. Perched on the bridge of his nose, a pair of round glasses. He was so lost in his own world, he hadn't realized there were footsteps approaching.