A lanky male in his early twenties sat on a park bench, his head thrown backwards and arms resting on the back of the bench. He wore a fitted navy-blue t-shirt with white printing on the front that said 'Happy-Go-Lucky' and some torn, tight jeans accomplished with a pair of white sneakers. He had childish blue eyes and dirty blond hair, styled into something between a Mohawk and a mullet. He had high cheekbones, however, his face looked soft and friendly. His pale lips were curved into a huge smile and slightly parted, showing his white teeth. His gaze was directed towards the blue sky, holding a dreamy expression. His clothes and hair smelled of candy, but the smell was soft and pleasurable to one's nose. It didn't hold that burned and thick note that the sweet perfumes do. Near the bench stood a black guitar case, void of any clips or stickers. It seemed that the instrument was handled with care and seriousness, not as just a toy.
A loud music with a rock-tune blared from the male's direction and he reached a hand into the jean's pocket, extracting a silver mobile. Looking at the screen with slightly widened eyes and arched eyebrows, he flipped the phone open. "Hello?"-, the male's voice was high and naive, as if of a confused child. His digits were very long with trimmed fingernails and held the phone like a glass figure, gently yet firm.
A wide grin spread on the musician's face and with the words "Yeah, I'll be there in a sec", he jumped up from his seat and hid the phone back in his pocket. The smile never leaving his lips, he hurriedly picked up his guitar case, slung it over his shoulder and rushed down the alley, his strides long and bouncy.
As he proceeded towards the exit of the park, he started singing a lively, upbeat tune.