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The room at the far left end of the hallway on the second floor, the dark wood door closed off for what felt to be years. How long had it been since Arthur been in this particular room? Too long really. Between work, global pandemonium, and family affairs at home it has only been growing more increasingly difficult to break away for simple little hobbies that he enjoyed indulging in.
Of course he knew the same was for Eva as well, since the birth of the triplets now toddlers, she rarely either had time for her own endeavors either. Of course their eldest daughter had been a great help whenever they both had to be out of the home for work at the same time, on the other hand Elizabeth was a teenager now. It wasn't fair to her either to have to feel as though she is having to constantly babysit her younger siblings. She had to grow up far quicker than either of them wanted her to.
Arthur had to admit, he truly missed the exquisite melody of the piano reverberating through the house on a nearly daily basis. That, mixed in with the strums of either the bass or his guitar, whichever he felt like at that particular moment. He supposed that's why he stood at this door, soft creaks filling his ears upon being pushed open. Making a mental note to oil the hinges later, the Brit stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
The walls were painted a deep copper, covered with old band posters and records from their punk phase; a few of his favorite show guitars and basses hung in a row near the window. An old piano sat in the corner, a present for his now wife when he asked Eva to move in with him. It saddened him to know that it had hardly been touched as of late, though it wasn't covered in a layer of dust as he thought it would be. Likely she came in this room recently and cleaned, such was at least a reasonable assumption.
What really caught Arthur's attention was exactly what he was looking for, a large black case covered in stickers of the past propped up near the piano. A small smile began to form, taking a seat in front of it.
"Hello there old friend..."
Pulling the case to the floor and unlatching the hinges, opening the lid to reveal what was inside. Within the mouth of the case was a beautiful deep red, blue, and white guitar with the face taking the appearance of the UK flag. Still pristine as far as he could tell, likely it would need tuning and maybe a new string or two. Easy fixes, both of them.
Arthur wanted nothing more than to bring over his amp and play, but he couldn't chance waking up the children from their nap. For now, he would assess what was needed to make sure his faithful guitar was in proper working order again. After all, Alfred had already agreed to watch them on Saturday night. All he would have to do is tell Eva to bring out that leather mini skirt and fishnets that he loved so much, for he had a gig for the first time in what felt to be years.
At least for one night, they could fully let loose and act like the teenagers that they used to be.