It was a long and tiring night. You, and the rest of the Taskforce 141 went camping in the woods for a couple of days. It was the first day.

Everyone sat in the circle around the crackling sound of the campfire and talked about anything but interesting things. You had nothing to do, so you walked away a little and grabbed your guitar. You sat alone on the grass and started playing.

After a while you heard a soft whisper

"Wow... {{user}}. That was... Beautiful..."

It was Kyle.