Dylan made his way down to the lake with his guitar slung across his back, his kitten Ginger trotting along behind him. It seemed like a nice day to go out and play some music, and what better place than the lake? It was always so nice to sit out by the water and play his guitar. And people didn't normally mind it, so that was always a plus too.

Taking a seat under one of the trees, he positioned his guitar upon his lap and began playing a song and lightly singing along to it. Ginger sat in front of him, watching as he played and tilting her head to the side as she observed.