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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 6, 2012 22:43:02 GMT -5
Sometimes, when the others weren't around, Fred liked to just go to the empty club and have some time to clear his head. Lord knows he needed it with everything that was going on. Miner's Day, dancing lessons with Archie... those funny feelings...
He sat on stage, strumming a guitar he had brought from home and singing a song. "Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night..." Wrong chord. "Nah..." Fred focused on tuning his guitar. It wasn't as if anyone was showing up soon, anyway.
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Post by August Booth/Pinocchio on Jun 9, 2012 0:39:24 GMT -5
While riding through town, August was stopped at a red light and as he waited for the light to change he turned his head, thinking he could hear something in the air. Realizing that the faint music was coming from within a club by the street, August found a place to park his motorcycle and walked inside.
As August took off his helmet and looked around the club he nodded slightly, taking in his surroundings as he'd never went inside the establishment before now. Soon he located the source of the music and squinted, trying to place a name to the face who was playing the guitar. August stepped forward quietly, hoping to recognize the musician before he realized August was there.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 9, 2012 0:48:42 GMT -5
"Da na na... na na... Na na na na..." Fred was trying to pick out some sort of song as he tuned up his guitar. He was going for something from a musical, but he really couldn't put his finger on the song. "Da na na... Start swaying... to and fro... Mmmm," he hummed, trying to hit the right chord to match the melody. "I have never heard that song before... but if I don't hear it anymore... It's still familiar to me, sends a thrill right through me, 'cuz those chords remind me of the night that I first fell in love to..." Fred stood up on stage, putting his heart into the song, not realizing that he now had an audience. "Those magic chaaanges! My heart arranges a melodyyyyy, that's never the same. A melodyyyy, that's calling your name, and begs you pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase, co--"
Up until he looked out to the floor to see a man standing there. Then Fred froze, an awkward chord being strummed before things fell silent.
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