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The cowboy took the three steps to get to the stage, turned, and politely tipped his hat to the audience before continuing over to the stool placed before him in the middle of the stage. he then set down his case, popped the locks and removed the worn old guitar from it's case, all without a word. taking a seat and tuning the guitar at the same time the cowboy silently went about his preplaying routine. then, the only sign that he was about to start, he tipped his hat, appearing to do so to remove the glare of the overhead lights.
He began to play the gentlest tune on this old guitar, almost inaudiable, but not quite so. the sound gradually built till everyone in the room could hear it. it was like no song I'd ever heard before, ebbing and flowing, up and down, never seeming to hit the same note more than a few times throughout the entire tune, the guitar spoke of storms and sunshine, the emptiness of the open plains and the bonds between the old cowboy and the land itself, of adventure and risk. it spoke of the rivers the forests and the trees themselves. then it spoke of a friendship, and a death, the sounds so sad the guitar itself seemed to be crying, tears sliding down it's neck. the story had the entire audience in a trance, and when that last note dropped and the guitar ended it's story not even a cricket chirped. The old cowboy simply opened his case back up and gently placed the guitar back inside. finally coming out of their trance, their face fur soaked with tears, began to, one by one, till a cascade of applause came crashing down on the old cowboy. the old cowboy tipped his hat once more to the audience after locking up his case. he then took the thee steps off the stage and disappeared off behind the stage while the thunder of the audience called for him to come back and play more for them. but the cowboy wasn't coming back, for there was nothing left to tell, he had told his story was off to tell it again somewhere else, to more wanting to hear the guitar tell it's story.
the story thing is something new I thought I'd try out with a few of my newer drawings, so expect to see those more often! tell me what ya think of it as well as what you think of the drawing itself of course!
...uhmmm, yeah, I didn't really feel like inking this guy this late at night, so, yeah, that's all I got for tonight...an ol' cowboy sitting on stage playing his guitar...wearing a fedora...why? you might ask, cause he can! That's why!!! it's already late, so I'll make this quick...it's a colored sketch, I dunno if I'm gonna come back to it in the future or not, so enjoy!
He began to play the gentlest tune on this old guitar, almost inaudiable, but not quite so. the sound gradually built till everyone in the room could hear it. it was like no song I'd ever heard before, ebbing and flowing, up and down, never seeming to hit the same note more than a few times throughout the entire tune, the guitar spoke of storms and sunshine, the emptiness of the open plains and the bonds between the old cowboy and the land itself, of adventure and risk. it spoke of the rivers the forests and the trees themselves. then it spoke of a friendship, and a death, the sounds so sad the guitar itself seemed to be crying, tears sliding down it's neck. the story had the entire audience in a trance, and when that last note dropped and the guitar ended it's story not even a cricket chirped. The old cowboy simply opened his case back up and gently placed the guitar back inside. finally coming out of their trance, their face fur soaked with tears, began to, one by one, till a cascade of applause came crashing down on the old cowboy. the old cowboy tipped his hat once more to the audience after locking up his case. he then took the thee steps off the stage and disappeared off behind the stage while the thunder of the audience called for him to come back and play more for them. but the cowboy wasn't coming back, for there was nothing left to tell, he had told his story was off to tell it again somewhere else, to more wanting to hear the guitar tell it's story.
the story thing is something new I thought I'd try out with a few of my newer drawings, so expect to see those more often! tell me what ya think of it as well as what you think of the drawing itself of course!
...uhmmm, yeah, I didn't really feel like inking this guy this late at night, so, yeah, that's all I got for tonight...an ol' cowboy sitting on stage playing his guitar...wearing a fedora...why? you might ask, cause he can! That's why!!! it's already late, so I'll make this quick...it's a colored sketch, I dunno if I'm gonna come back to it in the future or not, so enjoy!
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