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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[takeittothebridge]

He nodded. "Yeah. Just trying to clear my head."

[gobetween]

"Must be why that particular song I was singing drew you over, too." He looked back the way they'd come for a moment.

"You gonna be okay, today?..."

[takeittothebridge]

"Yeah, that'd probably be it."

Silent for a moment, eventually he nodded.

"Yeah, I should be okay. I just...gotta get through today."

[gobetween]

"You can do it." He lightly placed a hand on Bridge's arm. "I know you'll get through, and then you'll have tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that."

[takeittothebridge]

Glancing down at Gobo, he managed a small smile.

"Yeah...thanks."

[gobetween]

He smiled a bit himself on seeing that.

"You're welcome. I know it's not easy, losing someone you love, especially if it's a family member. But I know you'll be alright."

[takeittothebridge]

He chuckled a bit. "That's what Uncle Scrooge says too."

[gobetween]

He laughed softly. "Guess we've got a lot in common, then."

[takeittothebridge]

"Kinda yeah."

It was strangely comforting.

[gobetween]

"I might have to talk to him more, then. I really only spoke to him about the garden the first time, and he was there when Louie first caught me, but that's about it."

[takeittothebridge]

"It might be fun. I'm sure he'd be interested learning about you guys."

[gobetween]

He snickered some. "Well, I wouldn't mind showing him we're more than garden pests, that's for sure."

[takeittothebridge]

"Yeah, I heard about that. Is that really what people think about Fraggles?"

[gobetween]

"It is, and it's unfair too! We only take what we need, and what no one else will miss." Indignant huff. "According to what Scrooge told Louie, people will also pay money for Fraggles, but I've never heard of that happening."

[takeittothebridge]

"Pay money for Fraggles? For what?"

[gobetween]

"I don't know for sure, but I've heard someone else talk about it too so I doubt he's lying. He definitely said it wasn't anything he liked, though."

[takeittothebridge]

He frowned; if it was something that Scrooge didn't like, it could have been something shady.

"I'll try asking him about it later."

[gobetween]

"Yeah, I think that's the best course of action. I wish I could tell you more, but I know less than the weight of a Doozer stick about the whole thing."

[takeittothebridge]

"Yeah, I'll ask Uncle Scrooge and we can see what's going on. It all sounds pretty sketchy to me."

[gobetween]

"That's definitely the idea I got from the whole thing."

And honestly, he's done talking about that subject, if Bridge so minded. Still having his guitar with him, Gobo plucked an idle, solemn chord as they went, vocally lapsing into silence for now.

[takeittothebridge]

Bridge was entirely fine with that, walking silently with Gobo and listening to him play. Eventually he reached into his pocket and pulled out his harmonica to play along.

[gobetween]

He half-glanced up at that, then smiled a bit and focused back on his playing. After a short while his fingers found a particular melody, singing right along with Bridge's harmonica.

[takeittothebridge]

Glancing at Gobo, he managed a brief smile in between the song, before continuing to play along with his harmonica with his foot tapping along to the beat.

[gobetween]

He smiled as he continued to play along, their instruments meeting together in perfect harmony. And, after a little while, he started to sing.

♫ Sometimes I lose the spark
Living in the dark
How I wish my song could be a sign
Sing it like a bird
Sunlight in my words
Learn to sing the golden sun to shine

Shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me ♪

At a momentary break in the lyrics, he smiled up at Bridge. "Sing along, if you'd like! This is a pretty special song." And as Gobo returned to the singing, Bridge just might find it flooding through him, music, words, and all.

♫ Times I'm in the night
Can't locate the light
How I wish I knew the right design
Music in the air
Making brightness there
Learn to sing the golden sun to shine

I'd sing shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me
Shine down so we can see
Shine on, shine on me
Shine on, shine on me
Till the glory comes to be
Shine on, shine on me... ♪

[takeittothebridge]

Bridge was a bit surprised to find that he did know the song somehow, despite not having heard it before. But with a slight laugh, he sang along with it anyway.

It felt just like being in a musical.