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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

[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.]