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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:33 pm
"Yep....we did." He said closing his eyes again.
"..... your getting better though, you didn't even start squeaking your shoe."
"But... remember, if you piss off Mr. Tenebrous he eats glow-sticks." He said with a very small smirk and adjusted the panda in the curve of his arm, ignoring the glow stick.
"He forgives you this time because we're plotting."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:38 pm
Aha! Praise! Demy couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face.
"Thanks man, I try!"
And then the grin was quickly -gone- at the mention of eating glow-sticks. Not cool man, not cool at all.
But...hrm.
"Plotting? Whatcha plooootin? Hrmmmm?"
Demy leaned in, all up in Z's personal space but making sure NOT to touch the panda.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:43 pm
The eye opened again to peer at the invasion again. "Dude... really its a good thing I locked the door.... if anyone walked in on this."
He was turning red again damn it.
"I'm trying to think of how to narrow the margin of error on assigned tasks... I was thinking if we raise your... amazing, in the eyes of the general public somehow you can just be a -distraction- while I execute the actual plans but I'm not sure -how- to ... Raise public awareness of your awesomeness. "
he trailed off thoughtful...
"hm... shame your not in a -band- or something." He opened both eyes contemplative.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:48 pm
"Oh puuuuhlease, worried about nothing again hrm? Cmooon man I'm not doing nothing."
Besides invading personal space that is.
Demy seemed lost. Again. Margin of error? Executing plans? Public awareness? ---BAND?!
"A band dude? I've always wanted one! ...but I dunno how to play the real guitar yet..."
He pouted, for a brief moment.
"I want to learn though!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:01 pm
"People are going to think we're... we're -making out- or something! Appearance is all some people need! they don't care if you... "
He paused with a growing grin... "I should have known you'd like that."
truth be told he did too, fame... respect... glory... respect. Hell, just -respect-. People respected you when you were famous regardless of hight. You didn't get shoved into lockers when you were FAMOUS.
"...if you can -learn- it... I'll see about getting you your own guitar." He said arching an eyebrow.
"and I mean learn a REAL guitar not just guitar hero, you'd be the one they were plugging into the game some day. And people could... play Demy Hero..."
He dangled the proverbial carrot. God if only it worked, Hell just if they could get a -band- and...
well first things first.
Electric fiddle just wasn't want people came to see, they -needed- a guitarist.
At least until people realized that electric violin COULD add something to rock and roll.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:41 pm
For once, the blonde practiced the -slightest- bit of self restraint and managed NOT to make some remark about how making out wouldn't be so bad. Z should be thankful.
"A reaaaal guitar? Really?"
Demy's eyes were pretty darn wide at this point. A REAL guitar, the instrument he was dying to actually learn! He'd only messed with one a few times while he was still at home, but to actually learn to -play- it would be amazing. And then a band? Holy CRAP that was some exciting s**t right there.
Oh this worked. Demy was totally hooked on the idea.
"I'd learn! Promise!!!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:00 am
"Really... a real guitar, but its gona take a LOT of hard work and CONCENTRATION" he said emphasizing the last word.
"You'll have to prove you can play it before we get you one, ok? Those things are expensive!"
he started pondering how to get his hands on one already, well, with a few photos, he might be able to pull it off by christmas. Hmmm....
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:42 am
"Hey hey, I can work hard, AND concentrate!"
....When he wanted to. But if this was something he -really- wanted to do then he could totally put in the effort.
"Cmoooon Z I promise I can learn! I reaaaaaally want to!"
With the amount of dragging out put on that word, one could see he meant it. He was practically begging at this point.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:48 am
"Ok! Ok... you start learning, I'll work on getting you your own..." he chuckled.
"When you learn it... and we have your guitar we can start putting together a band...ok?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:52 am
Acid green eyes went wide at that. Z...was serious. He was going to learn guitar and Z wanted to put together a band. This..this was HUGE! This was a plan of Z's that Demy could actually love and appreciate! This...
Well this was just -awesome-.
"Yeah!"
Nodding furiously, the blonde was quite eager to go along with this plan. It was a dream of his, afterall! Add to that the fact his best friend wanted in on the plan and he was one happy little future guitarist.
And as quick as the whirlwind as Demy had come to Z's side of the room, it was gone. Back to it's own side to plot out band thoughts.
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