Jason sat at the edge of the lake, putting his hand in the water and feeling the coolness of it. He didn't often go to the lake, but today was a nice day for it. There were too many people at the beach. I mean, Jason wasn't one to be afraid with crowds, but there were so many Jason fan girls there- the Aphrodite girls who obsessed over him. He took his chair and put it out, putting his bag on it. He got up and went over to one of the trees, leaning against it. He looked around, then got his guitar (which he also brought) from it's guitar case.
Jason started singing and playing it. He was very good. A few birds tweeted some comments (the irony) at him about how good he was. He laughed at them, although, he wouldn't get a big head over birds that probably didn't hear a lot of music; well, human music. He got up and put the guitar back. He took the bag off his chair and threw it a bit, then sat down.
Jason started singing and playing it. He was very good. A few birds tweeted some comments (the irony) at him about how good he was. He laughed at them, although, he wouldn't get a big head over birds that probably didn't hear a lot of music; well, human music. He got up and put the guitar back. He took the bag off his chair and threw it a bit, then sat down.