Cefey Raneth wrote:"Nah, never got around to going for that drive, with all the trouble crawling around," she chuckled and picked up the glass. It was a bit fun to see Cal put on a bit more flourish than usual though. "As for what's normal now... maybe you're just growing old and Noventa just isn't what it used to be for you?" the twi'lek said in her usual teasing tone.
Cal snorted. "Yeah, that's probably it." He smirked. "Funny, though. I don't feel old."
Looking out at the gathered crowd, Cal gave a nod. "Welp. Looks like it's about time to get started. Wish me luck." He dipped down below the bar, coming back up with an old, battered guitar, enough of each that it was hard to tell if it had ever been well-made. With his usual easy stride, he made his way to the stage, putting the guitar strap around his neck as he did so.
He paused a moment, looking around, the spotlight shining down on him. "How're y'all doin' tonight?" He spoke into the microphone. It was a good one, amplifying without distorting. There were assorted cheers. Kaylee cheered, but did roll her eyes, too. Things were pretty much back to normal.
Cal grinned. "Well, okay then. This one's for all of you. And it's for everyone who didn't make it. It's even for the folks down in Providence Town, or Charnel Gulch. Let's hear it for Noventa!"
He began to play. After a brief stumble at the start, his fingers moved familiarly over the strings of the old guitar.
The songHis voice was clearly untrained, but not bad, and clearly heartfelt.
As it came to an end, Cal smiled and waved. "Thank you, everyone. And Happy Second Noventa Day."
He walked back to the bar. The stage was ready for the next performer.