video; @ellie

[pundemic]

[So. Someone thought she needed a guitar, and she's got a pretty damn sneaking suspicion who.

And that he wouldn't appreciate a call-out. Instead, Ellie just pans the video over an acoustic guitar and a stack of books she'd found on her doorstep a few hours ago. What's visible of her bedroom looks pretty... normal, all things considered. She's put up a poster. Her bed's made (with neat, military hospital corners) and there's some laundry scattered on the floor. She's sort of right on the median line of 'neat' versus 'teenager messy'. Some days, neat wins. Other days... well.

Other days, her laundry goes straight on the floor.]

Hi.

[Great opener, Ellie.]

Um... so. My name's Ellie. I'm looking for some song recs, easy stuff. We're talking, like... 'a five year old with two left hands could probably play this one blindfolded'. That kind.

I don't care about the type or-- genre or whatever, or when it's from. Just as long as I can find it here.

[There's a slight pause. Then,]

Also, if anybody knows how to transfer music from a cassette tape onto something like... an iPod, that'd be great. Thanks.

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[signifies]

[ Clark sidesteps along with her. Ellie has wounds and he doesn't want to pick at them. ]

Over here. The Beatles.

[pundemic]

I've heard of these guys. Yellow submarine, right?

[Some music was just... part of the public consciousness in a way that was impossible to get rid of. She trails her fingers along the backs of the album covers with obvious interest.]

[signifies]

Right. Have a look.

[ He takes out the relevant book, bending to pick out the the beginner's guitar he'd also looked up for her. ]

[pundemic]

[She takes the book from him curiously, and sits down with a whumph on a nearby beanbag chair. It's pictures and information on their tours back in the day, and she finds herself tracing over the pictures with the pads of her fingers.]

Worth learning from, I guess?