Josiah

Josiah strums his guitar absently, but his heart wasn't in it. Hadn't been in it since Sophie had left. When did his music just become notes on a page? He looked out at the crowd and a face catches his eye. He'd seen them before. Was it at the Filmore? The Amp? He'd seen them in the crowd before. His hands froze over his strings, almost embarrassed to think that someone who had seem him at his height, should see him fallen so low. He shook himself and finished his set.