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[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

[Voice]

Screw you guys. That is all.

Gonna go practice.


[Action]

[For the rest of the night, Johnny is in obscure corners of unusued hallways, beat-up six string in hand. Playing whatever the hell comes to mind - sometimes his own stuff, sometimes the classics, sometimes just random jams. Not looking at or thinking about anything in particular.]

Comments

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

Well aren't you an overzealous asshole...

[Have an Alexei!]

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the important opinion. I'll be sure to write it down somewhere.

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

Maybe use it in a song of yours. Put it down, may help the creative process of THINKING ON THE FLY!

[He looks livid...]

You could've gotten everyone killed if you persisted...

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Tried that, didn't work. Oh, well.

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

That's it?

[He seems even more peeved]

Let's say this. You do concerts, right?

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Don't you have anyone else to harass?

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

I'm taking it you know where I'm going with this.

The stage was never ours. It was his territory...

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Yup, you win, I'm totally wrong and you're exactly right about this point you're making. Can you go away now?

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

[He glares. It's never this easy...]

What did you want out there, Johnny?

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

I wanted to be me.

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

[Alexei sits against a wall opposite Johnny, listening to him strum whatever came to mind]

Did you think the crowd would have gotten behind you?

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Why do you care?

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

That's hurt pride.

[He looks up]

It hurt having them throw shit at you. Pride got the better... fell apart. That's why you're in this hallway.

You've got lives depending on you, Johnny... don't waste em for your pride...

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

I must have missed the part where I asked for the psychoanalysis treatment.

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

It's not hard to read...

[He reclines back. He's obviously calmed down now.]

But do you want that on your conscience? What if a mix up happened? If you missed, and you hit Fate instead? Or Forte, or Nanohana?

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Cripes, I was done talking about this five minutes ago! I've got songs to practice and here you are talking my head off.

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

[He grins and lowers his head.]

Queen...

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Fascinating. Thank you for wasting even more of my time than was already wasted today.

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

As in do you know any of their songs?

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ, leave me the fuck alone! I've told you to stop talking to me like five times!

[howling-alone.livejournal.com]

Have it your way, Rock Star. I wouldn't expect you to have the talent of Freddy anyway...

[He gets up and starts to stroll away.]

[space-mcgyver.livejournal.com]

[Hears some cool tunes late at night and decides to investigate.]

Hey, finally some music that doesn't suck!

[rock-in-space.livejournal.com]

Somebody with taste! Will the wonders never cease?

[space-mcgyver.livejournal.com]

After that DJ Ragnarok business, I won't be surprised if a lot people on board suddenly prefer a good rock to these electronic... synth rave... things.

[2hell-weride.livejournal.com]

[[All MarKus hears is the power of rock.

Of course, he thinks it's somebody entirely unrelated at first, damn his fanboyisn.]]

Yo... Dude... Freakin sweet man.