He’d been practicing vocals and guitar on a stage with a view of empty seats. He was sitting in front of a mic with a guitar on his lap. It’s been an hour of practicing, letting his mind clear in the quiet room.

He sighs peacefully and ran his fingers through his hair that dropped over his forehead, backwards. He looks up to the sound of footsteps. A subtle smile forms and pauses his activity. “I didn’t think anyone would be here.” He chuckled out softly.