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[petergraham]

Oh, hey. So does anyone know if there's a music shop around here somewhere?

Or somewhere I can get a guitar?

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[v_hunter_d]

A musician? You are young.

[petergraham]

Not professionally or anything.

[v_hunter_d]

What do you play?

[petergraham]

A bit of guitar. Sometimes keyboards.

[v_hunter_d]

Acoustic guitar?

[petergraham]

Yes, that's right. I like the sound it makes.

[v_hunter_d]

I do too. Would you be looking for some place to play?

[petergraham]

Like where?

[v_hunter_d]

I suppose anywhere you could? I mean for a job?

[petergraham]

I don't think I'd be good enough for that.

[v_hunter_d]

If you play at a bar, nobody will know the difference.

[petergraham]

I'm not old enough to go to a bar....

[v_hunter_d]

How old are you?

[petergraham]

Sixteen.

[v_hunter_d]

[ D stares, quiet as he reflects on his own age. Sixteen was not too young. Not to him nor the world he came from. ]

[petergraham]

.... What?

[v_hunter_d]

You're near a man. If not one already.

[petergraham]

[He visibly tenses and looks down. His voice is small.]

I don't feel like a man.

[v_hunter_d]

Who can know what that feels like?

[petergraham]

I want to be back home with my family. My dad. My mom. My sister...

Would a grown man want that?

[There's an anxious strain to his voice now.]

[v_hunter_d]

Evidently, you do.

[petergraham]

Well, yeah...

[He sighs, wincing and pushing back terrifying memories that are threatening to surface. He swallows nervously.]

I just wish things were better.

[v_hunter_d]

Here? For you?

[petergraham]

Back home.

But I guess here too. If I can't go home.

[v_hunter_d]

Might as well face the here and now. Worrying about home doesn't help you.