You work all night, you work all day. You still can't keep those worry blues away

[takeittothebridge]

No matter how long it had been, this time of year was always difficult for Bridge. Even with all the blessings and good things in his life, the anniversary of his father's death always left him feeling a bit melancholy, though some days leading up to the day were better than others.

This particular day wasn't the worse he'd felt, but he still gone to take some time for himself, wandering around Duckburg on his own and letting himself get lost in the empty feeling as he walked with no destination in mind, which somehow brought him to the park.

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[gobetween]

As Bridge wandered through one part of the park, he may gradually be aware of music drifting his way, a somber tune being picked on a lonely guitar. If he followed it he'd come to an area that had several large boulders imbedded in the ground or otherwise sitting around, rocks that couldn't be moved or destroyed when the park was first constructed. Though there was no one else around, the music was coming from here, from a seeming cleft in the rocks; had that always been there? It was certainly easy to miss unless you knew exactly where it was. But there was definitely music drifting out of it and, as Bridge neared, he'd be able to hear singing as well.

♪ ...ittle longer, for your friends
Try a little stronger, for your friends

Life comes up, life goes down
There's just one way to keep it goin' round

Try a little longer, for your friends
Try a little stronger, for your friends... ♫

[takeittothebridge]

Bridge paused for a moment, somehow feeling the lyrics within him. Glancing around for a moment, he followed the sound of the music, coming across the boulders.

[gobetween]

♪ Try a little longer, for your friends
Try a little stronger, for your friends

Remember when, now and then, everything went wrong
And then our friends would sing the friendship song... ♫

Though the singing faded off then, the music would keep going with the same melody, carrying it on past its natural point. It was definitely coming from a dark area in the boulders, too small for anyone but Bridge's height or shorter. But how many people fitting that description could play like that? Well...

[takeittothebridge]

As he drew nearer, Bridge realized that he actually recognized the voice that was singing. Curiosity ever growing, he looked around to make sure the coast was clear before searching for an opening in the boulders.

And, while listening to the music that was still playing, he eventually found the small opening, hesitating for a moment before peering inside.

[gobetween]

There isn't much to be seen inside the opening, other than the impression it seemed to go far, far back, though with what light filtered in he'd also be able to juuusst make out a shape sitting outside of the natural end to the sunlight. Particularly when that shape happened to look up; this caused a sudden bundle of off-kilter notes when the figure jumped with a yelp, before recognizing just who that was as well.

"Geez Bridge! You nearly scared the fuzz off of me."

[takeittothebridge]

Bridge couldn't help a small chuckle. "Sorry, Gobo. I was just following the music."

[gobetween]

"I'll always advocate following the music," he said with a little nervous laugh, letting off the prickle of his nerves, "but a little warning would be nice next time."

Nevermind how that was to be accomplished. Shifting his guitar a bit, he came out to where he could see Bridge better, though he didn't completely leave the tunnel. "So, what're you doing out here? Besides following what I was playing, that is."

[takeittothebridge]

Bridge shrugged a bit, not entirely sure how to explain why he was there.

"Nothing much. I was just..taking a walk."

[gobetween]

"Ohh, I see." Something was off about the way he said that or how he looked, but Gobo couldn't quite put a finger on it. "Well, I hope it's been a nice walk, at least."

[takeittothebridge]

He chuckled a bit. "It's been all right, I guess."

[gobetween]

"That's something, at least." He glanced past him, then back at Bridge with a curious smile. "Mind a walking partner for a bit?"

[takeittothebridge]

He shook his head. "Nah, I wouldn't mind the company."

[gobetween]

He smiled a little brighter at that, then moved to the mouth of the tunnel. Here he paused, looking around some before he stepped out entirely to join Bridge.

[takeittothebridge]

Also glancing around to make sure there weren't any other people, he then waited for Gobo to step out before starting to head off again.

"So, what was that song you were singing?"

[gobetween]

He rested his guitar comfortably on his back, jogging a bit to catch up before falling in pace beside Bridge.

"The Friendship Song. A little thing with us Fraggles, whenever someone needs a boost, though I also just like singing it myself, sometimes."

[takeittothebridge]

He smiled faintly. "A boost, huh?"

[gobetween]

"Yeah." He laughed softly. "Us being us there's a few songs that'll do that, but that one's one of the best."

[takeittothebridge]

"Yeah, I can see why. I like the lyrics."

[gobetween]

He nodded, in full agreement. "Simple but effective. You don't have to say a lot, to say a lot in music."

[takeittothebridge]

He nodded. "I can definitely get that. Sometimes the music just speaks for itself."

[gobetween]

"That's generally one of the best ways to go about it." He chuckled some, lightly nudging Bridge. "See? I knew you'd get it too."

[takeittothebridge]

He chuckled. "Of course. We're musicians, after all."

[gobetween]

"We are indeed!" He gave him a bright smile, tail waving some. "You should come down to Fraggle Rock sometime, I bet you'd have a ball there."

[takeittothebridge]

"I probably would. I'll have to see."

It wouldn't be too difficult, since Scrooge had a number of ways of shrinking down.

[gobetween]

"If nothing else, you'd come away with more songs than you could count. More friends too, probably. I know mine at least want to meet you."