Post by scott on Apr 12, 2011 17:13:47 GMT -8
It was a fairly decent day by most standards. The sun was shining, there was little to no wind, the multi colored leaves of the trees were scattered across the ground, and all in all it was just nice weather. Granted, anyone from Addison knew that tomorrow it would probably be raining and 40*, so it might as well be enjoyed for the time being. Considering the nice weather, there weren't really a ton of people lingering around the coffee shop, but there was one who was there very nearly every day. Most days he didn't actually drink anything, he didn't come for the wifi, and usually not for the socialization. He'd been coming there on a regular basis for nearly seven years now and almost always for the same reasons. He'd never bothered anyone, so no one had ever complained about his loitering, and what reason would there be to do so?
For most of the Vintage Brew customers, it was like having live music to entertain yourself for however long he was there. A brilliant musician and a very personable person, Jeremy Scott was never without his guitar and a large book of blank sheet music. Watching him work was fascinating. He would play for varying lengths of time, stop suddenly and write something down, or erase something, and more often than not, rip an entire page or 4 or 12 out of the book and start all over again. There was no doubt about his passion for music or his skill. He was so obsessive about the art that he would sometimes go through several hundred pages of sheet music just to throw it all out when he decided he wasn't satisfied with what he had spent days writing. He was a perfectionist when it came to writing his own music.
On this particular day, he had taken refuge at one of the outdoor tables off to the side, out of the way of the paying customers and was absent mindedly playing his guitar, occasionally stopping to write a few words or notes on the paper in front of him, but not nearly as focused on writing as he usually was. He was quite content to just relax today, for God only knows what reason. He seemed more interested in the people trickling through the doors than the music he was currently playing. There was something just not normal about Jeremy, aside from the extreme ADD when he wasn't listening to or playing music. Everything he heard was somehow music in his mind. Cars going by, doors slamming, heels clicking on pavement, anything with a rhythm to it was a beat in his head. People talking, arguing laughing all came across as lyrics. You get the idea. Music was life to Jeremy.
He was currently mulling over the phrase "keep on" that he'd heard someone saying. There had probably been more to it, like "keep on doing what you're doing" or something of that nature, but he'd gotten stuck on just the keep on part. As he played he just kept going over and over and over those words, slowly forming others to go with in his head, stopping at random to write a few down, but still mostly just watching people, waiting to hear other things being said that he could potentially use. As easily distracted as he was, whenever he had a guitar in his hands he could focus on about ten million things at once without losing track. It really couldn't be explained, it just was. What psychologist wouldn't want to get their hands on a case study like his? He was certainly not your run of the mill musician, and he definitely had a lot of issues... but then again, these days, who didn't?
Music: Just the guitar, not the singing