...or at least singing. And playing guitar, can't forget about her Baby. And since it was a perfectly sunny day the raining part probably didn't apply, since. not raining.
Also. She wasn't singing. So throw that notion in the trash.
Tuesday walked herself to a park, a golden glyph sparking to life. A little bit of Luck always helped with the tips. She plopped her ass on on a bench, her swanky guitar case quickly opened and was sat on the ground in front of her, and her Baby returned to it's rightful place on her lap. Her fingers eager to be lets lose and strum what they willed. Okay. So there might have been more thought to it, but still. She was a'strumming, and stuff.
Little ess.
Rolls