Post by chance munro tracy on Dec 22, 2018 16:37:06 GMT -5
Chance enjoyed seeing other people fall in love with playing guitar. It was why he actually liked teaching his daughter, and his nieces and nephews when they asked him to. Of course, in their family it seemed inevitable that they would all learn musical instruments at some point or another. Music had been in the Tracy bloodline for a long time, and Chance honestly thought that the future generations would carry on that tradition. The store would be handed down eventually, and the bar with it. He suspected most of his siblings and himself would be cold and lifeless before they let go of their grip on the pride of the family, but one day the kids would be old enough and it would be theirs. He just hoped everyone else would be old and grey before any of that happened. He’d already shared a dance with death and Chance had two left feet – or so he claimed anyway. In reality he was just more comfortable making the music than he was moving to it.
Thankfully, he rarely had to dance. He was the guy with the guitar in his hands so he had another job to do, or could at least feign that he was preoccupied. Chance had been busy of late, teaching a kid who wasn’t part of the family. It had taken him some time to adjust to the feeling of having a stranger with him in the music rooms, especially one who understood him easily when he was signing, and who didn’t mind him sometimes offering help physically since he couldn’t verbalise what he wanted to say. Moments like that could be frustrating in the early days after Chance’s shooting, but now he was resigned to them happening. A lot of people were good about it, but there would always be someone who was too ignorant in their ways to accept how his life might be. He’d been accused of being rude twice before because he hadn’t responded to someone with words. It was their problem, not his. He did things to the best of his ability. If he was in a shop he had things scribbled down ready before approaching a barista or assistant. He tipped generously to those who just accepted his disability, and made sure to email a head office if he truly felt service could have been better. The latter had only happened a handful of times, but he knew he wasn’t the only handicapped person living in New York City, and they all deserved more than subpar service for something that was beyond their control.
He was proud that Back Alley Music excelled in that area. They had accessibility points wherever they could think of them, and since everyone knew ASL they were often promoting days for those who benefited from signed communication to come and have some quality time in the store to ask their questions or just talk about music. He knew that in the busy corners of the world it was easy to feel invisible if you couldn’t communicate easily, or if you felt a burden because you had extra needs. Chance wanted to improve on that for the community he had fallen into. However, he still felt like there were times when he came off as impersonal in his efforts. Like today, he had a review with Merle about her brother’s lessons to see if he was happy and if they were going to continue. He had tried to make it smoother by typing up and printing out his opinions and applause for the young boy, but the black ink on the white paper just seemed far more formal than he would have liked. He couldn’t type laughter and where there was the intention for enthusiasm it just seemed clinical instead. He exhaled, putting the clear folder down on the counter in front of him. It was still the quickest and easiest way through this appointment. Chance didn’t know if Merle had errands to run or places to be. He didn’t want to bog her down in slow signed conversation.
Reed came through to the basement, letting him know Merle was there for the review. Chance hadn’t even noticed the time escaping him as he brooded over his own typed transcript. He grabbed the folder reluctantly and went upstairs behind his brother. He noticed the blonde woman standing just away from the main counter and offered her a small smile with an accompanying wave for greeting.
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TAGGED! Merle Katherine Montgomery
WORDS! 749!
LYRICS! Flares - - - The Script
NOTES! <3
