just let the pain remind you hearts can heal [private - non-event]

The Mess Hall wasn't too crowded as Elijah walked in, guitar under his arm. There were a couple people milling around and others just sitting at their tables eating a late lunch. The Hera table had three people sitting at it, one girl and boy sitting together at one end and a girl sitting in the middle on her own.
Guess its a good thing I'm not the only one who forgot to come earlier for lunch.
Maybe not "forgot". Maybe it was more of a "Training-In-The-Arena-And-Too-Lazy-Too-Get-Food" type of thing.
Eli picked up a plate and spent a couple moments thinking about what he wanted, but in honesty, he was looking for something which he could carry along with him. If he got Mac and Cheese he would not be able to carry that along with him.
Absently, he brought his plate over to the Hera Table and put it down before thinking about how he would really like a plain white roll. When it appeared, it wasn't much of a shock. Sure, it had shocked him when he was like nine, but after spending nearly half his life getting his food the same way it was sort of normal.
He'd considered sitting and eating it in the Mess Hall on his way in, but since he had wanted to get to the Amphitheater before evening, he'd decided to just bring it along with him.
Picking the roll up, Elijah left the plate on the table and turned, sauntering out of the mess hall as he took one big bite out of the roll and chewed.

On his way out he met a couple people he knew, and obviously he gave them a big grin, even though his mouth was full of doughy bread. If they were bothered they didn't show it and they just gave him a wave and smile back.
Eli was wearing a slightly dirty T-Shirt which had mud stains on it from training in the morning. He also had on ripped blue jeans and black boots, and of course his wristwatch that was his weapon of choice.

Continuing to the Amphitheater, he managed to eat the roll in a couple bites, and as he walked in he was chewing thoughtfully.
Could practice a couple songs I suppose. Which ones though... that's the question. Maybe that one I started a couple days ago... need to learn it after all. Practice that and then maybe Ignorance? Whatever, I can think about it when the other one is done.
He was so immersed in his thinking that he didn't notice the sleeping redhead sitting in one of the seats, and instead he carried on doing what he usually did before practicing. Basically just getting a stool to sit on the stage with, and getting comfortable where he perched.
Elijah spent a couple minutes strumming a few notes, just to make sure the guitar was in tune. He adjusted some chords when one sounded out of tune, and tested them again, smiling faintly as it played better than before.

Once he was positive the guitar was as good as it was gonna get, Eli took a couple breaths and gathered his thoughts. All he needed to do was get the first couple chords right and after that it would be simple.
Easy peasy.
And then he started playing the song, Renegade by one of his favorite bands, Paramore. He'd never found someone who could play drums very well or knew the band, and he'd never found someone who could sing either, so whenever he practiced a paramore song he was on his own doing the guitar. Since his own voice wasn't all that great, he didn't sing along to the music made, and contented himself with just doing what he loved to do.
... And the spark never lit up a fire, Though I tried and tried and tried, The wind came, from your lungs, A hurricane, from your tongue...
Humming the tune under his breath and silently thinking the words, he continued to the second verse without any problems. When he got to the chorus he really put is all in, since it was the part of the song which had drawn him to actually learning the chords.
"You play really well you know."
Over the music he was creating, Elijah heard the words being spoken, and grinned widely. Unlike others who might have been annoyed for having someone interrupt, he was appreciative of any compliment which he got, and that was certainly a compliment.
Letting the last note he played resonate, he didn't continue and looked up to find the source of the words.
His eyes landed on the red head who looked like she'd fallen out of bed only a couple minutes before. She was pulling her fingers through the flaming red hair, and she had obviously not just come in. Only solution was he'd missed her as he'd come in.
'Thanks. I practice a hell of a lot,' he smiled, and continued, 'What about you? Do you play anything?'

Elijah couldn't help laughing. It wasn't something he had even consciously done. But he couldn't help it, and it took him a couple moments to reply. And even at that, anyone would hear the barely restrained laugh behind his words.
'Do those Video Games include Guitar Hero? Or other sort of video games?'

'If I hadn't wanted to stop then I would have completely ignored you,' he said honestly, a slight sparkle in his eyes, 'And anyways, whats to say I stopped on your account? Maybe I saw a cat which is now nowhere to be found, or something along those lines. Give me a couple more minutes and I can probably think up an exceptionally amazing reason for why I stopped playing which does not involve you.'
Typical Elijah.

His face broke into the widest smile yet when she recognized the song he'd been playing, and any sort of regret he might have held for stopping when he'd been playing so well flew out the window.
'Not only do you have a great sense in where to take a mid-afternoon nap, you have great taste in music.'
Eli's taste of music had never really been one sort of style. He'd hear a country song and he'd love it, and then he would hear a pop song and love that too. It didn't mean he loved every song from every genre, but he'd never really loved any one band or musician. However, one band he really liked was Paramore, and he mostly liked every one of their songs.
'You are absolutely correct. The song which I was attempting in Acoustic was Renegade, my favorite song of the week.'