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Post by Shadow on Jul 21, 2011 1:19:00 GMT -5
Jason glanced at Jessie.
"Oh? Anyone on your mind?" He asked, hammering a finger onto the fretboard and sliding it forward, plucking the string once to give it a nice sound. Glancing at the strings, he wondered what it would be like to be in a band. His dad was a musician, and had taught him to play lots of instruments. It was one of Jason's hobbies, but he couldn't really imagine it taking over any of the others.
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Post by ✘Vixion✘ on Jul 21, 2011 1:37:02 GMT -5
Jessica rubbed her chin and stopped humming. "Well, I honestly don't know but there has to be someone right?" she asked him, seriously pondering the idea of starting a band. She looked down at Jason and smirked. "Well band geek," she wore a smile in her voice as she spoke, "I don't think either of us are ready for band level yet," she sighed and walked back over to the couch.
She landed on it with a plop and stretched her feet into the edge of the couch. "Today just wore me out Jazz. There were at least two hundred people there," she said, pride and wonder flooding her voice. "Of course the food was free, but they came nonetheless!"
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Post by Shadow on Jul 21, 2011 11:17:01 GMT -5
Jazz looked at her with his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Well, you've got great chops. If you throw free food into the bunch, who wouldn't show up besides your video game designing friend with a deadline coming up?" He smiled at her as he strummed a few more notes on the guitar, wondering if he was really cut out to be a musician. He loved playing the guitar as much as he loved dancing, but those seemed like sort of weak professions next to his successful game designing. Even so, Jason figured he'd definitely get fulfillment out of anything he did in life, so long as he loved it.
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Post by ✘Vixion✘ on Jul 21, 2011 15:52:12 GMT -5
Jessica looked over at Jason and chuckled softly. There was one other person who hadn't bothered to be in her life or attend any of her shows, recitals, or anything. He never showed his face at Christmas, gave a ring on the telephone, nothing. Jessie's father, Charles. He was a dead-beat alcoholic, who only called when he wanted to show off his daughter when he had company. She hated everything that he was, and the thought of him made the onyx haired girl want to vomit for ever being related to him.
Being the way she was, Jessie shoved the waste of space aside and blushed slightly at Jason's kind words. "Well, people who hate music and food," she chuckled playfully, "...although I've never met a person who hated music, or food." Her voice turned into a question. Jessica now had a long term goal: At some point in her life, she had to find someone who hated food and didn't like music.
Jessie looked over at Jazz,"Next Time, I'll plan a show that you can attend," she sighed, "And you can be the guitar player, if you would like."
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Post by Shadow on Jul 21, 2011 18:38:36 GMT -5
"Well," Jazz said matter-of-factly, "In my line of business I've met plenty of guys who dislike music. But I think they fill the void with the food, personally." He winked at his friend playfully. He thought about her offer for a moment. Leaning back, Jason smiled at Jessie and tipped his head to one side slightly.
"You do realize that I can't do any of those fancy electric guitar riffs, right?" He asked, knowing that most guitar players in popular bands could do every trick in the book. But he'd never really gotten into that kind of music, so his guitar was more rhythmically based.
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Post by ✘Vixion✘ on Jul 22, 2011 13:02:29 GMT -5
Jessica gave what the college student said some thought. The type of music she sang was more or less relaxed and laid back as opposed to today's popular music. Her voice was too smooth to be wasted on fast paced beats and notes. She would often look around and notice that no one would really ever listen to the words of a song unless they were slower paced, other than that is was just a bunch of words to a beat that you could dance to. She sighed and looked down at her toes, wiggling them. "It isn't all about the fancy things Jazz," she said, still staring at her toes.
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Post by Shadow on Jul 22, 2011 18:03:23 GMT -5
Jazz smiled, strumming the guitar once and letting the notes ring.
"I guess you're right," he said. "Video gaming is all about the fancy stuff, so I suppose it's easy to get in the mindset." Staring down at the Gibson, Jason wondered what it would be like, being in a band. His father worked in the music industry, but the two of them rarely ever talked about it. It always seemed as though Jason never had the talent his parents had. His mother was a writer, and a rather successful one at that, but he could only ever write plot and dialogue scripts for his video games. His dad was an amazing guitarist and Jason felt that he'd never measure up. I came here to feel better about myself. Jazz thought with a sigh. Looks like it's not working.
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Post by ✘Vixion✘ on Jul 26, 2011 13:14:22 GMT -5
Jessie's smile was slowly wearing away as she heard her friend's sigh. She figured that his mood was being killed by the thought of deadlines, and being a fancy guitarist and life within the lights. Her eyes moved in the direction of the kitchen. "Hey, wanna help me make dinner, or should we just order out?" her voice wore a smile, and her mind was hoping that the subject change would put a smile on his face. Her stomach growled, begging for her to put something in it. The entire time that she was at the show, she hadn't eaten anything. That was at least seven hours ago.
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Post by Shadow on Jul 26, 2011 14:06:26 GMT -5
Jazz glanced over at Jessie, liking the idea of some nice food.
"Well, unless you're in the mood for some omelets, we could always order form that Chinese place nearby." He said with a slight grin. "Or pizza."{/b] Jason shrugged. He really wasn't feeling peckish, so anything offered would be happily accepted.
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