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[SP - F1] Therapy Through Song <<Earning a Living: Performer>>


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"How long has it been since you've all been severed from our reality?" is a question that pondered into Boreas' head for countless weeks and months, ever since the fall of his friends and comrades it had only been the thing he had been thinking about ever since.
Lately however, he had found a new found determination and get himself back into gear and hopefully join the Frontlines with time. However, first he thought it would be helpful if he could provide something to the table outside of his current level and skill set. Walking around the streets of different floors to get himself more equipment he saw a fair mix of a lot of professions: cooks, blacksmiths, artisans, alchemists... However, to his surprise he noticed a severe lack of Performers selling music as of late. To him, music had always been an expression of art and therapy, while of course he would want to get more of the buffs that music can provide out there, he thought that he could provide music in terms of calming people down to those in need. The day prior, he had heard of a location in which are teaching beginners the profession "hole-in-the-wall music shop" which brought Boreas back to the first floor and asking around for directions that could lead him there. It took him only a few moments to properly find the direction he needed to be and arrive at his destination. Looking up and down toward the store front he could only think to himself, placing a finger on his chin "A bit too on the nose, but if this is the location I certainly cannot judge."

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Entering the store, Boreas looked around hearing the tune of a Rock song, admiring the environment of the rustic design of the owner's store. While Rock was not Boreas' preference when it comes to music, Boreas still appreciated that music even in this game is still appreciated. After finishing a wicked sweet guitar solo, the owner of the store rakes his hand through his hair and looked upon Boreas. "Hey there young'un, you here for the request to be a performer?"

"Indeed I am." Boreas replied placing his hand on his chest and bowing before the store owner.

"Pah! No need to be so polite the names Landon Axel, I am glad to help ye. Before we get to business, what kind of instruments are you looking to play there?" Landon replied with enthusiasm. Boreas straightened himself and replied back to the older gentleman "Boreas at your service, in the real world I played with a harp and violin, though I do also know how to play the piano." Landon immediately widened his eyes a bit then sighed "Ugh.. you fancy young'uns with no taste in true soul, either way you still have a heart for music. Definitely not the request I was expecting however I am willing to teach ye the ways of music here in Aincrad, but I am getting a touch too low on recording crystals to make more music to sell, if ye get me some Materials and come back I can show ye the means of creating said crystals so you can open a storefront of ye own. That good for ya?" Boreas blinking a few times looking down at his quest pop-up quickly reading a few more details cracked a small smile and replied "I think that should work, thank you. I shall return with the materials you will need. Should be back before long." he bowed once more to the man.

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Boreas left the store back out into the Town of Beginnings and looked up "Well... this is the first steps to a new life." he thought to himself with a sigh, however he didn't take too long to ponder as he continued to walk through the Town of Beginnings. As he strolled the Town of Beginnings he looked from side to side to the remaining players that could be here, yet only finds NPC's. Boreas frowned a bit, majority of players have since moved on from this floor and have migrated to the higher floors as this one became more obsolete. But to Boreas, it seems like it was yesterday when this death game had begun, he walked into the fountain square, a memory that cannot escape his mind, where all bear witness to the tragic news of how the game was created. Boreas looked over to the left where he stood that day, all his friends were still alive and well. With a bit of a grin, Boreas decided not to dwell on too many memories and continue to walk out of the Town of Beginnings.

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