The next morning Richie got up a bit earlier and got ready for therapy. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he was staying positive.
Sarah hadn’t showed up in the living room anymore and he hoped to see her during breakfast. He showered quickly and decided to not play his guitar this morning like he had for the last 2 days. He got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
The kitchen was pretty full, almost all the seats were taken. He looked around to see Sarah but she wasn’t there. Fred waved him over and Richie went to sit with him.
After breakfast he followed Fred to the group therapy. They spent the whole morning talking and doing exercises about human contact. Richie still thought it was weird but went along with it, no use in being a depressing person. After they started he didn’t notice Sarah in the room either. She must be skipping again. Richie wondered where she’d gone; maybe she was sitting by the pond again or having breakfast on her own now.
After lunch he didn’t have anywhere to be and decided to go for a walk to see the rest of the grounds. He walked out the same way he and Sarah had left yesterday. Instead of going the direction of the pond he went the other way.
He found a gorgeous patio, with benches and tables with chairs; it seemed a nice place to relax at. A perfect lounge area but he was more in the mood for a walk so he continued his walk.
He was surprised how quiet it was around here, even though the city wasn’t that far away but it was very peaceful here. There was nobody around; at least he didn’t see anybody. When he walked past the bench at the pond he had hoped Sarah would be sitting there but she wasn’t, he felt disappointed. Even though it took a little while to get comfortable yesterday while talking he liked talking to her.
Although he had hoped Sarah would be there, he decided to sit in the quietness a little while longer before going inside again.
“It’s Saturday night.” Fred said. Richie still didn’t understand what he meant. Fred had been excited during dinner and kept announcing it was Saturday night. “So?” He finally asked. “Saturday night’s we do something fun. Since we don’t get to go out they got all those video games.” He explained to Richie. “Which games?” He hoped they didn’t have those singing or guitar games. He had tried those and was bad at them.
“Loads. Last week we played bowling, I think that’s the wii sports game. There’s also guitar hero and singstar.” Fred told him, when Richie laughed, Fred looked at him questioningly. “I prefer actual singing and guitar.” Richie explained to him.
“We can’t play wii sports again.” Fred smiled, he was probably the only one that knew Richie played in a band. “So it’ll be guitar or singing.”
While they were talking more people had entered the room and heard them. “Fred, I explained you this last week.” Carl said, attaching wires from the game systems to the tv. “You attach them all together so two can sing, two play guitars and if the ladies want to dance, you use these.” He showed the two controllers.
“That will work great.” Fred said, slapping Richie’s shoulder as he walked over to the tv and picked up one of the plastic guitars. Richie laughed when Fred handed him the other guitar. “A Playstation original.” He said like it was a guitar brand, which made Richie laugh again. Maybe playing some video games wouldn’t be that bad after all.
Sarah hadn’t showed up in the living room anymore and he hoped to see her during breakfast. He showered quickly and decided to not play his guitar this morning like he had for the last 2 days. He got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
The kitchen was pretty full, almost all the seats were taken. He looked around to see Sarah but she wasn’t there. Fred waved him over and Richie went to sit with him.
After breakfast he followed Fred to the group therapy. They spent the whole morning talking and doing exercises about human contact. Richie still thought it was weird but went along with it, no use in being a depressing person. After they started he didn’t notice Sarah in the room either. She must be skipping again. Richie wondered where she’d gone; maybe she was sitting by the pond again or having breakfast on her own now.
After lunch he didn’t have anywhere to be and decided to go for a walk to see the rest of the grounds. He walked out the same way he and Sarah had left yesterday. Instead of going the direction of the pond he went the other way.
He found a gorgeous patio, with benches and tables with chairs; it seemed a nice place to relax at. A perfect lounge area but he was more in the mood for a walk so he continued his walk.
He was surprised how quiet it was around here, even though the city wasn’t that far away but it was very peaceful here. There was nobody around; at least he didn’t see anybody. When he walked past the bench at the pond he had hoped Sarah would be sitting there but she wasn’t, he felt disappointed. Even though it took a little while to get comfortable yesterday while talking he liked talking to her.
Although he had hoped Sarah would be there, he decided to sit in the quietness a little while longer before going inside again.
“It’s Saturday night.” Fred said. Richie still didn’t understand what he meant. Fred had been excited during dinner and kept announcing it was Saturday night. “So?” He finally asked. “Saturday night’s we do something fun. Since we don’t get to go out they got all those video games.” He explained to Richie. “Which games?” He hoped they didn’t have those singing or guitar games. He had tried those and was bad at them.
“Loads. Last week we played bowling, I think that’s the wii sports game. There’s also guitar hero and singstar.” Fred told him, when Richie laughed, Fred looked at him questioningly. “I prefer actual singing and guitar.” Richie explained to him.
“We can’t play wii sports again.” Fred smiled, he was probably the only one that knew Richie played in a band. “So it’ll be guitar or singing.”
While they were talking more people had entered the room and heard them. “Fred, I explained you this last week.” Carl said, attaching wires from the game systems to the tv. “You attach them all together so two can sing, two play guitars and if the ladies want to dance, you use these.” He showed the two controllers.
“That will work great.” Fred said, slapping Richie’s shoulder as he walked over to the tv and picked up one of the plastic guitars. Richie laughed when Fred handed him the other guitar. “A Playstation original.” He said like it was a guitar brand, which made Richie laugh again. Maybe playing some video games wouldn’t be that bad after all.
“Oh I know, I’ve played this one before, not as good as a Gibson but I guess it will have to do.” Richie sighed and took the guitar from him.
Other people joined them, watching them from the couches or standing nearby so they could take over for the next song.
Before he knew it, he was having a great time, even though the plastic guitar was annoying at first after a few times it got easier and he started scoring points. Until they made him sing…
Only a game, he thought as he took the microphone and the song started. At least it wasn’t one of his songs. He didn’t want to mess up his own songs.
After singing one song Richie handed over the mike to the next person and sat down to watch. Most of the residents were in the living room. There were only 20 people in the centre and most were joining game night, the others must be doing something else.
He noticed Sarah wasn’t there. He hadn’t seen her all day and started wondering where she was. The group was having a great time, why wouldn’t she join the fun?
When someone started singing Livin’ on a Prayer, he just had to laugh. Not because it was bad, at least not horrible but the video of the song behind the lyrics on the screen.
“What’s so funny?” The one that was singing asked him when the song was over. Richie tried to stop laughing but then he saw the screen again and laughed again. “You think you can do better?”
That question caught Richie’s attention. “I’m sure I can, but not on these fake things.” The rest of them looked at him like they didn't understand what he was saying. “A real guitar, you know?” Everyone’s faces lit up when they understood.
“Ok next Saturday then. Did you bring a guitar with you?” The singer asked. Richie nodded his answer. Of course he had brought a guitar, he always took a guitar along.
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Other people joined them, watching them from the couches or standing nearby so they could take over for the next song.
Before he knew it, he was having a great time, even though the plastic guitar was annoying at first after a few times it got easier and he started scoring points. Until they made him sing…
Only a game, he thought as he took the microphone and the song started. At least it wasn’t one of his songs. He didn’t want to mess up his own songs.
After singing one song Richie handed over the mike to the next person and sat down to watch. Most of the residents were in the living room. There were only 20 people in the centre and most were joining game night, the others must be doing something else.
He noticed Sarah wasn’t there. He hadn’t seen her all day and started wondering where she was. The group was having a great time, why wouldn’t she join the fun?
When someone started singing Livin’ on a Prayer, he just had to laugh. Not because it was bad, at least not horrible but the video of the song behind the lyrics on the screen.
“What’s so funny?” The one that was singing asked him when the song was over. Richie tried to stop laughing but then he saw the screen again and laughed again. “You think you can do better?”
That question caught Richie’s attention. “I’m sure I can, but not on these fake things.” The rest of them looked at him like they didn't understand what he was saying. “A real guitar, you know?” Everyone’s faces lit up when they understood.
“Ok next Saturday then. Did you bring a guitar with you?” The singer asked. Richie nodded his answer. Of course he had brought a guitar, he always took a guitar along.
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