911, Buck plays to sooth himself after Bobby’s death

The Guitar Gently Breathes

The club was slow this late evening as Evan Daniels – not Buck Buckley in this place – went up to play his scheduled time set of music.
The others in the group he was with during the daytime and on shift, his work family and blood kin, preferred karaoke and couldn’t understand why he never got up to sing with them when they all went out.
But then again, he rarely saw them away from work now as it was since the death of Bobby and those, he thought close to him left him to himself. Even after promising him, they would never do that to him again.

He plugged into his amp and strummed a bit to check the tuning, then started with a bit of the blues his time in Georgia having been time to teach him more than working construction.
His high baritone voice smooth with his tone and the tones of his guitar to get the room in the mood for his music.
This set recorded just as the others had been since he started coming there to work his days off, the recordings going on his other channels that he knew no one from his families looked at. No one from the department used them or his music for themselves as PR. These were all for himself and those who found his work spoke to them.

His music sang in the night as everyone quietly listened to him sing and play the blues, his guitar and voice pure as the soul within him. He breathed the music with his voice and his guitar through till closing for the patrons in the club, then some more for himself after the closed light went on.
In a world where his guitar gently wept the blues.

Fin
3/27/2026