Although he couldn't remember exactly how it had looked before, a strong wave of nostalgia swept over Michael as he stepped into his old room.
It was a modest room. A simple double bed bought on a discount was positioned at the very center. To the right was the guitar Michael couldn't remember the last time he played, along with some cheap workout equipment whose origin was a mystery even to him.
To his left was his out-of-date computer that he used to play video games before enlisting in the army.
"Quite a simple life I have lived." He mused, settling on the bed and getting the guitar in his arms.
"Do I still got it?"
Usually each instrument had clear rules established that needed to be followed in order to be used properly. But since Michael had forgotten most of them, all he could do was let his fingers move on instinct, hoping a part of his skill remained.
