Hang Me Oh Hang Me

Attraes Evil is powerless if the good are unafraid Broken from the comforts of the song by a petite voice, Attraes opened his eyes and glanced at the young lady addressing him. He strummed aimlessly, just a tune for the sake of tune as a dimpled smile pierced the corner of his lips. "Far too kind..." He replied, leaning back against the wall behind him, legs crossing as he held the guitar loosely in his hands. "As a child I found socializing with others to be...laborious. I was deathly shy, barely uttered a word." He reflected with a soft chuckle. "Music gave me an outlet. Allowed me to disregard my social anxieties and focus on the notes and chords before me. So...so I practiced, tirelessly. The more I became comfortable with my talent, the more comfortable I became with myself." Attraes continued to strum as he looked over Melita . "Attraes Le Deux, charmed, Miss..."