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It was...quiet. William had never seen the club quite this empty before, and although it was strange, it surprisingly wasn't uncomfortable. The lights had been turned off nearly an hour ago, the automatic timer plunging the place into darkness just a few minutes before 3 AM. Will sat on the edge of the stage in the center of the room, feet dangling off as he held his guitar in his hands. He had been there for a while now, absentmindedly strumming a mix of chords and staring off into space while he did. The only sound other than the faint ting of guitar strings was the rain pattering against the rooftop.
The drops of water pinged off of the metal shutters, sending a muffled but strangely musical melody echoing through the club. The pattern was sporadic, as would be expected from nature, but as it continued, Will found himself picking his strings in time with the rain. It started out aimlessly, with him jumping from chord to chord as his mind occupied itself with thoughts of the places he had been, but soon evolved into a soft ballad that he began to hum along to. Someday...someday he would go back.
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