Mick watched the young man in front of him and could pick up small changes in the strings that he played as he got his thoughts together, at least he knew that he could help someone even when he was a criminal. Besides, he kinda liked the kid when he took him and his brother hostage to learn the identity of the Flash, he was cocky and tried to hide his fear with sarcasm which was better than most people did.
“How long you been playing?” he asks after a while of silence besides the raw tune coming from the guitar.
“I haven’t taken it seriously until I was a senior in high school. That’s when I realized I could go to school for something I really loved.” Cisco said, his fingers still not faltering from the melody. “After I graduated college, I took a step back from my music and just focused on making money to pay rent. Then, my brother died and I started playing more in my free time. Helps keep the depression from settling in too deeply.”
Cisco felt like he was rambling, and he didn’t want to tell this guy his whole story – that he was in therapy and that his shrink told him to invest in bereavement music therapy, but he didn’t have the money so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Cisco backup 