Alright, sounds good. Now switch to A minor…
Morgan furrowed his brow as he adjusted his fingers across the fretboard of his cheap little lute and frowned a bit at the dissonant sound. Whoops, that would be major… Ah well, there was only so much you could expect when working from a little pamphlet of progressions that the merchant had slipped into Morgan’s hand when he bought the instrument, now a bit crinkled from being shoved into his pocket for safekeeping.
At least it was a nice day outside, Morgan thought as he readjusted himself against the tree he’d propped himself up against. Warm, but with a cool breeze that kept the humidity from getting too stifling. It was a nice location too. Just on the outskirts of camp, far away enough that he didn’t worry too much about bothering anyone with his rudimentary practice. And the sky was a lovely shade of…grey, actually. Morgan scrunched his nose as he felt the ghost of a raindrop hit him. Aw, man.
By the time he had packed up his things, the rain had begun coming down with confidence. As he approached the thicker cluster of tents it was enough to be called a downpour, and Morgan could feel the cold dampness seeping through his coat. He quickly ducked into his tent, pulling his hood off and shaking his hair out. It wasn’t until he began to retrieve his lute from within his coat, intending to check for damage, that he looked up and finally realized that
in his rush to cover
he must have ducked into the wrong tent by mistake.
“Heyy…sorry for barging in, haha. Did you know it was going to rain today?”