Prompt: Lance can play guitar and be brought he guitar with him to space?
My talented Boy
I changed it up a little because I didn’t see how Lance could’ve taken a guitar with him to space.
Lance loved to play guitar. He learned when he was around 7 to play from his grandfather. He was a natural, he learned his first song in 2 days. He nearly mastered it by the end of that summer.
Lance sooner found himself mastering his singing skills as he progressed on his guitar.
He would put on “concerts” for his family’s, sometimes even his friends. Lance loved it. It made him feel closer to his family and heritage, since he learned songs from his culture.
He would play his guitar when his siblings were sad or when his mother wanted to hear some music. He even surprised his parents on their anniversary by playing their wedding song.
Leaving for the Garrison was bitter sweet. Lance was leaving his family and life behind, and his guitar. However every time he thought about backing out his family would tell him to keep reaching for the stars, and he did.
Lance hated to admit it but he forgot about his guitar that was hanging on his wall collecting dust in his room. However finding a giant Blue lion, that forms a right leg to a robot, meeting aliens, being chained to a tree, and fighting Zarkon kinda distracted Lance from remembering certain things.
Until the space mall.
“Whoa Lance this store has everything!” Pidge ran excitedly around the store picking up various games and knick knacks.
Lance gave her a small smile as he casual walked around the store. He found some things that reminded him of Earth until he saw a brown six string guitar propped up on a shelf. Lance walked over to it and left his fingers roam over the strings. Strings he hadn’t touch in months.
He carefully pick it up and blew the dust off of it.
“Oh I see you found my masterpiece.” The store clerk walked over to Lance and gestured to the guitar in Lance’s hands. “It’s called a Gindaber.”
Lance stopped himself from correcting him, he learned from Coran that if you don’t know what something is you can get it for cheaper. Lance gave the man a small smile and decided to play the ‘dumb’ part.
“What does it do?”
The man gently took the guitar from Lance’s hand and placed it on the ground so the strings were flushed on the ground, leaving the back exposed.
“Well you beat on it.” The man set a small beat and started using it like a drum.
Lance had to physically stop himself from screaming at the man, but instead looked like he was fascinated but whatever the aliens was doing.
Lance nodded enthusiastically “How much for it?” Lance started to dig through his pocket, pulling out the money that Coran gave him.
The man looked at his weirdly “$150 dubiscers. You seriously want this?”
Lance nodded again and quickly counted his money.
Back at the castle Lance spent 10 minutes attempting to tune the thing. “Man it’s like it’s never been tuned before.”
After a few more minuets Lance finally got it tuned. He immediately started to play his favorite song. It was a faster song and contained more bar cords than any song back on Earth but Lance never minded.
Lance’s fingers moved over the strings almost as easy as breathing. Lance was calm, he forgot just how calm it made him.
Yet Lance didn’t think it would make him feel so…lonely? Not like the type of lonely, like no was there for him because he had his team of course. But more he felt detached to his family and culture.
Lance stopped playing his song and walked out of his room leaving the guitar on the floor.
“So Lance did you buy anything today at the mall?” Coran asked as he placed a plate of food goo in front of the boy.
“I did actually, I bought a guitar.” Lance ate a spoonful of the goo.
Hunk nearly choked on his food as he attempted to process what Lance had said. After a few moments of struggled breathing Hunk excitedly spoke “You bought a guitar?!?!?!”
Lance nearly fell out of his chair and quickly nodded yes.
“Dude you have to play it!!!” Hunk turned to everyone else in the room “Lance is seriously the best at playing guitar. When I went over to his house for spring break he played me a few songs and he so good.”
Lance fought back a blush, he knew he was good but not that good.
After Hunk’s speech everyone insisted that he played for them. Lance agreed and found himself in the common area surrounded by everyone and his guitar held in his hands.
Lance played a few simple songs to start but eventually moved to the more complex ones that he had spent days memorizing.
After a few songs Hunk begged Lance to sing, saying that he had an “voice of an angle” so Lance did.
Lance sang a song in spanish, trying to stay close to his roots. Lance fought back the homesickness that started to plague his voice. His native language rolling off his tongue with ease.
No one seemed to notice, or if they did they did not comment on it, how Lance’s voice wavered a bit at certain parts of the song.
Everyone cheered for Lance and requested songs that Lance obviously knew. Lance filled the night with music and he slightly started to feel at home with his family again.
Wow this has been in my inbox forever. Not exactly as angsty as others but who cares.
I hope you like it!