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Cheyenne was preoccupied glaring at his brother for the bold statement about the albino's singing, so was unaware that Boian was moving closer to him until the other boy was nearly next to him. Even then, he didn't have the reaction capability to pull his hand away before it was taken hold of -- that is, other than the remnants of the blush that stuck around. So much attention... he saw out of the corner of his eye as Iridian grinned broadly and spun around, as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

However, his stiffened frame relaxed slightly at the suggestion, his eyes growing a mite wider. Well, that certainly would help a great deal, but he'd still have to sing out loud, within earshot to anyone that happened to pass by. Inhaling slowly, he bit at the inside of his bottom lip, white wings pressed to his back, "I... I guess I could give it a shot." If Boian was singing with him, at least the attention would be divided, and he could deal with meeting them halfway. Although he was very flattered by the compliment on his voice, the only positive response to it was that his blush grew darker. "I don't have the best voice; a lot of other people have better 'uns," he mumbled as he slid off the seat to follow Boian to the stage.

Iridian squeaked his rendition of a cheer, pretending to strike the plastic guitar in a pinwheel effect. "A'iiight!" he giggled, surprised that someone was able to get his brother to sing out loud -- or do anything in public, for that matter. A duet it was! "Firs' stop on tour, Clebelan'!" he nearly sang, redirecting the conversation partway back to traveling as he looked to the other two, "Ready fo' it?"

Cheyenne glanced quickly between the two of them, "What song?" Seems Boian had an idea, but this was merely speculation.


Otomeza snickered a little, jokingly adding, "Seems you know your way around the scene, doesn't it?" However, it was never anything that she had ever given serious thought to, so the conversation got her mind working on the future. She had only really dwelled in the here-and-now, which she realized wasn't the smartest thing to do with the boys. Though she jerked a little when Keal had mentioned that a brother had died. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said before she had time to stop herself; she didn't know how long it had been, and as an afterthought, it sounded like she was being rather shallow about it. Scuffing her shoe into the ground to redirect her thoughts, she added, "Though a studio would really liven things up a bit around the place, huh? I think I'll have to take you up on that offer, sir. They are really hitting it off." She rocked back, watching as the toddlers interacted amongst themselves, surprised at how well they were all getting along and participating in the activity.

However, at Keal's observation of the kids, she couldn't help but laugh, "Is that so? Jeez, no wonder Boian and Riddy hit it off; they're two of a kind, can't get enough attention! In that case, it could be easy for Cheyenne to come out of his shell eventually." Though it was true, it would be impossible to plot their whole lives out from this point forward, career-wise. It didn't help that younger kids tended to be so fickle, so picky. "Is Boian a good singer?" she asked curiously, though realized that it was only a matter of time before she heard his voice for herself.

"Hmm..." she mused, glancing toward the ceiling as if there would be a speaker in the first place she looked, "They'd better make it a quick one. We don't wanna be late!" Not to mention, she'd hate to leave a mess.

Cheyenne couldn't help but feel slightly foolish, for as he was led by Boian to the stage, he was unable to get rid of the plague of a blush that painted his face. He felt way too warm for comfort because of it, and it didn't help matters that he figured it would bring that much more attention to him. Taking a peek at Boian's hand over his, he figured it was probably a good thing that the other spawn had done that, for he wasn't sure if he would have bolted without him doing that or not. After all, Iridian tended to pull him along in a similar fashion to get him to play along anyway, so was used to it.

The albino nodded in agreement to Boian's statement, but refused to reply verbally about it, lest his voice squeak under the pressure. Iridian, meanwhile, had such a big grin on his face, it was a wonder it even fit. The lime-striped spawn nudged his brother, derailing the toddler's pessimistic thoughts with his own hyperactivity. "Could travel all over da world!" he giggled, situating the toy guitar around to start the song without another thought. The longer the introduction dragged on, the more Cheyenne would be tempted to forget the idea, so Iridian began swaying his tail in a minor dance to pretend he was stealing all the attention before the vocals started up.

Glancing up at the suggestion, Cheyenne frowned slightly before he caught the tune of the song from the instruments in his head. He nodded, "Sure, I know it." Good, it was a song that he could sing at the same time as Boian, as opposed to taking turns. With a sideways glance to Iridian, the guitarist took the cue to start the song up, pressing the corresponding button to start the song up. "Go go go!" he chanted in a whisper, eager.


Otomeza couldn't stop herself from laughing at Keal's statement, and attempted to signal with a wave to the man that the laugh was merely out of amusement to the comment, not anything negative. Once she could gather her thoughts, she elaborated, "You and me both. I suppose we could be considered some sort of agent, being their parents, but I have no knowledge of the music industry either. Suppose that would mean we'd all have to learn it together, if that's what happens." Not that she'd really mind. Wasn't it that most parents lost touch with their kids as they aged?

"Hmm," she thought about the spare wing that Keal had offered, "A club house, huh? I'm sure they could turn it into any number of things." She tried to imagine some of the schemes the three toddlers could come up with, and managed to amuse herself at the same time as horrify. With an entertained snort, she added, "That could be both good and bad. We'd probably want to keep an eye on the place, but really, I think it's a good idea! Even just the prospect of them being able to spend more time together, really. In all honesty... I think this is as well as they've both gotten along with anyone to date thus far." It was true, the three of them were juggling their strengths and weaknesses in a way that they could play off of each other for support, and it was the most that Meza had seen Cheyenne so wrapped up in a game. He wasn't even storming off, like he was prone to doing! She could tell, "They would be ecstatic to see Boian again. They look so happy."

Okay, so Cheyenne was still a flustered mess, but the fact that he was still trying the game out spoke volumes above appearances. This may have been attributed to the fact that Iridian wasn't the only one pestering him to join in, but it also looked as though he really appreciated Boian's help, even if the kid was nervous. "You know, I think being able to use each other as a crutch, where it doesn't matter if one messes up or not, really helps. It's like... like a support group, of sorts," she examined aloud. "I'm eager to hear how well they sing together, really. Excited, even!" she said, balling up her fists and waving them tightly together in a display of excitement. "One song shouldn't be long at all," she nodded as an afterthought, in agreement. Most songs weren't any longer than four minutes, anyway.

Cheyenne seemed to notice the lack of attention to the trio of them as well, past the curtain of white hair that he let obscure his piercing red eyes. It did allow the child to calm down a little further, and with the careful swinging of his hand that Boian was accomplishing, it also allowed the child to pull his mind off of his own uncertainty. A glance over to his brother, his striped tail still wagging around in-step with the tune and completely wrapped up in his own groove, and the tiny albino realized that there was practically nobody that would really hear him sing. He had to inwardly smile at that thought.

At first, all he did was hum the tune of the nursery rhyme. He was tempted to whistle it, as he was prone to doing at home, but once Boian started singing it, the sound kicked Cheyenne into joining in, his voice almost cracking in surprise, "The mon-key chased the wea-sel~" Instead of fighting against the swaying of his hand, he decided to go along with it, and couldn't help the smile that was spreading across his face, "The mon-key thought t'was a-ll in fun~"

Iridian couldn't help but hop when they got to the next part, in display of the pop! He actually wanted to try to kick at the air as well, but almost caught his foot on a cord running from some of the equipment. Pivoting as he landed, he turned to face the two as they continued to sing, inching backward as he pretended to jam out on the guitar. The largest, most pleased grin you could probably ever fit on the kid's face was plastered all across it as he murmured quietly, "Such purdy birds~" Two of them were singing at once!


Otomeza nodded, pausing to think on the idea again, "Well, I have heard that people learn things faster when their immersed in what they're trying to learn, so you have a point. That's how some people can learn a new language faster; when they move to an area where that's all anyone speaks." She gave a nervous smile, "Seems a rough way of learning it, but nowhere near impossible!" She played with the thought a little more, finding it amusing that she was getting so caught up in a prospect such as this. It made her feel like a child again, letting her imagination lead her around, something she sorely missed about adolescence. "Funny," she giggled, "They could even pay for their own college tuition if they really wanted! It really wouldn't be such a bad setup!"

"Oh!" she nodded, grabbing at the purse at her side to shuffle around inside for a pen and piece of paper, "That would be lovely! I can give you mine as well, if something ever came up, or... well, it'd be nice to have, yes?" She snickered through her minor frustration -- her bag was such a mess! How come she hadn't noticed this before? Finally locating a small tablet with a pen attached, she wrote down her own home phone number and address before tearing the piece off and handing it all over to Keal, so he could write his own down for her in exchange. "This really does sound like a lot of fun," she added, "Though, y'know... I'd probably only be able to bring them over when the sun isn't so bright. Hope that's not too much of a problem."

Catching wind of the start of the music, Otomeza almost forgot the tablet into dropping it. Luckily, she managed to catch it just in time with the tips of her fingers, but she couldn't help but be overcome with a wash of pride and excitement. Her voice grew silent as she watched, completely enthralled.

Although Cheyenne hadn't hopped at the end, partially because he hadn't thought to, he didn't refuse the bobbing of his hand when Boian had hopped. Well, it was better than nothing, at the very least. In all honesty, he couldn't believe that he had just sang out loud, and almost started biting at the fingernails of his free hand. However, he watched as any other potential audience members continued on their way, oblivious of the little show they were putting on, and it made him feel a little better.

Iridian cracked up in giggles with Boian's statement through the microphone. Adding to it, he blew a kiss to the imaginary crowd and exclaimed, "We love ya!" How fun was this, to be able to pretend that he was someone he was not and yet was at once? In fact, it was so much fun, he had all but forgotten the reason they had come to the museum in the first place.

Hesitation, and Cheyenne wasn't sure how to receive the wink that he got from his friend. He was able to read it as a silent "good job," and gave a shy smile that seemed to convey, "Really?" However, he stiffly jolted when he was met with a hug, mainly due to the fact that he wasn't expecting it. At all. Despite his uneasiness, he returned the hug with a pat on the back, then a momentary one-handed squeeze. Hugs weren't so bad after all, were they? "Th-Thank you. You sang really well, too!" he tried to sound enthusiastic, past the blush on his face.

Iridian pumped both his fists into the air at the compliment, however, still blinded by the delusion that he was still an actual rock star. "Guitar's nothin' withou' da singers! I' was awesome!" he exclaimed, hopping in place again, "We make an awesome team!" Oh how he wanted to do it again, but it was at that point that he was reminded of the light show, and almost fell into a pout.


Otomeza had used her fingers to whistle as the little rhyme came to an end, though tried to not be too obnoxiously loud about it. "That was incredible, you guys!" she cheered. With a snicker as she clapped, she stated, "I feel like such a groupie, now!" Not that she had any problem with the feeling; she could see herself becoming much like one if they ever decided to pursue this track, if it wasn't for the fact that she'd be more like the agent. With amusement, she wondered if that meant that her boyish sister would be more similar to a groupie than she herself.

Grabbing at the tablet once her hands were sore, she glanced over the address that was given. "Ah, that's not too far off. I think I know where it is... or, at the very least, it shouldn't be too difficult to find," she mulled over the directions, trying to get a picture in her head of all the roads she had gone over since she moved into town. If nothing else, at least she was usually pretty good at locating things. She giggled at his reaction to her warning, relieved to hear that he hadn't a problem with it, "Good! That will make it a lot easier for Cheyenne to come along. But, really, I insist on calling first. I don't want to drop by in the middle of dinner, or when you're not there or anything. I know that things come up and all." She didn't want to be a bother! Perking, she scribbled a note onto the same page as the contact information, to remind herself of the specifics.

Glancing up at the clock, she realized that they still had a bit of time before the show. However, she also knew with how wound-up Iridian could get, that that time may swiftly be eaten up, if he insisted on staying. Motioning for them to come over, she agreed with Keal. She asserted the amendment, "If you guys can keep awake that late, I can't see why we couldn't come back for another song!"


Okay, okay, so that was enough motivation to get Iridian to leave the stage. If he had the option of coming back, of staying with Boian that much longer, then the light show was a go. Swinging the guitar over his head and setting it down, he surrendered, "A'iiiight~ You ready?" If he didn't think he'd be scolded for it, he would have probably challenged Boian and Cheyenne to another race.

When Boian had asked to verify if the twins really had considered his singing to be good, they were quick to nod. Cheyenne, finding his voice amidst the straining of tensed muscles, even pulled enough courage up to explain, "I was nervous, too, but it was a lot of fun. Maybe we can 'ventually get better at it?" He was surprised at his own declaration on the matter, and slight panic managed to register on his face through the nervous flush. Did he really think he could even go through with such a feat? Standing in front of any sort of audience? He could barely find the will to stand up in front of two people!

Iridian was intent on running with it, however, and belted out an excited cackle at the reply his brother had given. "We gonna be the best!" he stated with confidence, hopping off the small stage to follow their guardians to their seats. Cheyenne was slow to follow suit, still hesitant in his own resolve. It could be fun, but the stress it could cause had potential to be hazardous. And not only to himself, either...


The image of Keal and her asking their own sons for an autograph in the crowding of fans had Otomeza in stitches. It couldn't have been stifled any easier than it already was, either, as she found herself able to imagine it vividly. "Well, it's a good thing that they've already got themselves a decent fan base already, before even really starting out!" she snickered, more out of pleasure at the idea than finding it funny.

Once she was able to quiet her laughter down, she thought about the offer that was given. Granted, she was putting on more of a show of it than actually considering, as her mind had already been made on the matter. "Strong statements you have on the matter, mister," she stated, as if rolling the idea around. She was really only teasing, and this sentiment was quickly obvious, "But no, really, I'd love to come over. No offense taken. Besides, it can be so difficult for them to keep in contact with some of the friends they've met, considering it's been more off-handed meetings than anything. No exchanging of phone numbers or addresses and the like. I'm sure you've come across similar situations." She bit her lip, trying to speed up what she was saying so she was done with it by the time the trio of toddlers came over. "So the offer is really a very generous one. I'm sure they'll really appreciate it, being able to see a friend more than once in a blue moon and all, myself included," she stated with a grateful grin.

Upon hearing Boian's question, she nodded, feeling that everyone was currently in agreement to the option. Well, as long as Cheyenne continued to fare well enough; he was such a touchy case, and she was afraid that he may push himself too hard. She attempted to sound as pumped as the rest of them as she urged, "That's the spirit!"


Ohhh, Iridian was so tempted to ask for a race... But it should be worth it just to be able to spend the time in the theater with all of them. He could gush the excitement when they were in their seats, maybe even make another game of it. "Yeah!" he responded to Boian's statement, taking quick steps toward the entrance. He had to be warned a couple of times to slow down, Otomeza not wanting to lose sight of the toddler. Cheyenne found himself sticking closer to Boian than to anyone else, wanting to stay in the conversation but likewise to remain less visible. He was no less excited for the show to start, however, as they neared the entrance to the large auditorium-esque room.