Jedi Sorcerer
Aboard the Bright Knight, Coruscant
Starlin stood in the lounge of his starship, tuning his guitar. Between training a new Padawan and dealing with the fallout of recent events, this was the first time in weeks he'd had enough free time to practice.
His heightened stress was apparent by the number of cigarras he had smoked, forming a pile in the ashtray on the round table at the center of the room. He was thinking about his band. So far they had a few vocalists, a bassist, a guitarist, and even a pianist, but nobody on drums. You can't have music without percussion. Well, you could. It just wouldn't sound as good, and Starlin would have to throw out the music he'd already written for the album.
Sighing, he finished tuning the instrument and strummed the strings. He was in a ballad mood tonight. Something soft and uncomplicated. Lighting up another cig, he started playing around with different chords, hoping to be struck with inspiration, but not really expecting much tonight...
Starlin stood in the lounge of his starship, tuning his guitar. Between training a new Padawan and dealing with the fallout of recent events, this was the first time in weeks he'd had enough free time to practice.
His heightened stress was apparent by the number of cigarras he had smoked, forming a pile in the ashtray on the round table at the center of the room. He was thinking about his band. So far they had a few vocalists, a bassist, a guitarist, and even a pianist, but nobody on drums. You can't have music without percussion. Well, you could. It just wouldn't sound as good, and Starlin would have to throw out the music he'd already written for the album.
Sighing, he finished tuning the instrument and strummed the strings. He was in a ballad mood tonight. Something soft and uncomplicated. Lighting up another cig, he started playing around with different chords, hoping to be struck with inspiration, but not really expecting much tonight...