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James strained his neck as he looked into the eyes of the three security guards that had cornered him outside of the music store he had been just been inside. Calling it a music store was a slight exaggeration, sure they sold weird trance sounds and beep-boop techno tracks that seemed to be all the rage planet side but nothing that even remotely resembled music, in fact he had been considering tackling the cashier and forcing him to tell him where they has put the good stuff, but then the cashier had turned out to an amorphous blob and he was unsure how to tackle it without ending up stuck inside the poor creature. "Hey, are you listening?" The biggest and smartest guard stepped forward, raising his hand to get James' attention, he was clearly nervous by the strange device James had on his back. "No actually, please start again from the beginning." Before the guard had even opened his mouth to respond, he was bored. "Scratch that, its about the guitar right?" He gestured behind him and pulled it around so that he could play it, the guards took a step back not quite knowing weather they should jump him now or not. "Relax." He started to strum it, he was waiting for one of them to move so he could run away. Unfortunately they seemed to be enjoying his performance too much to actually get out of his way, so he had one course of action left: sing.

He cleared his throat and started wailing out the words to End of a Century by Blur, the effect was immediate, everyone in a twenty foot perimeter stopped to cover their ears and the guards fell to their knees begging him to stop. Seizing his opportunity he stopped playing and ran off down the street only to hide behind a wall. He turned around to walk off the other way when he spotted the good Doctor, it was strange seeing her outside the clinic. He waved, it was more of a reaction than anything but now he felt he had committed to at least saying hello. "Hey, Doc. Or is it Chaiki? Since we are outside of the clinic." She might of been on business and he wouldn't want to get between a disgruntled mob boss and his 4 o'clock suppository.

He frowned "Please call me King, I'm working out the name and I want to hear it someone else's voice." He grinned, rock stars should have a fancy and what better than King. James was aware that it was a little egotistical, but wasn't it better that he made up his own nickname now rather than someone calling him turnip face or something later down the line. "As for how I'm doing? Medically, I'm fine, a little down but that just the gravity, right?" It had taken some getting used to though, he had spent the first two days doing cardio exercises in his hotel. "I'm playing a gig tonight." He added so that it didn't seem like he was depressed, he knew medical types that just wanted to heal the sick and found faults just to fix them. "How about you? What brings you down here? Surely your not moving here..." He recoiled slightly. "Noo! Don't leave us, the moon's great." He realised his outburst had caused some people to stop and stare and he couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously though, your not thinking of moving down here are you?" He had a habit of jumping to conclusions and it seemed that he wouldn't be able to shake this one easily.

He nodded when she called him King, it just felt right and he was sure it sound a million times better when it was being chanted before he performed. But he was getting ahead of himself. "Three days. That's why I think it's the gravity. Unless its a curse." He seemed to have a silent conversation with himself for a second before deciding that he had his gods favour and the possibility of being cursed was unlikely. "No, defiantly the gravity." He convinced himself it was the planet so that he didn't have to worry about needless things for the time being. He listened while she explained about her forced holiday and wondered how the criminal underworld was coping without her there, sure there were other doctors but few were as good and even fewer were nice about treating their patients. Wanting to draw the conversation away from the unemployed and over populated planet he decided to answer her earlier question about his show. "Oh, its a couple of streets that way, inside a modest club." By modest, he meant small and by club he mean room with eight tables and a bar, his choice of instrument limited the places that would hire him but at least he was being paid this time. He patted himself down and took a couple of tickets out of his pocket. "Here, come along, if the mood gets us, you can come on stage and sing with me" He grinned slightly.

He tilted his head when she spoke, kind of like a monkey who was trying to comprehend something far outside of his comprehension. "What? You mean you don't want to sing? Or you don't like going inside them? Or your not made from plasterboard... Cause neither am I." He cracked up a little at his own joke. He was an idiot and never made any claim to the contrary, but he didn't need to be smart to play guitar, he didn't need to hatch out complex plans to get shows and win over fans, all he needed was music. "Relax, everyone gets nervous before they go up on stage, even I get a bit antsy every so often." He was adamant about getting her to sing, if it went well he would hound her into making a band with him. If it turned out that she was as good at singing as him at least it was something to write to his gods about, playing a duet always seemed to impress them for some reason. "Tell you what, we have a few hours before it starts and I need to buy some lollipops, bad habit. We can practice a little and you wont be so freaked out when I invite you up. Its a win, win."

James smiled sadly, he couldn't sing, sometimes he made noises that were like audible death and other times he just mumbled the words. He had once been physically sick while trying to sing the words to Happy Birthday. He had overcome the issue by smoking while he played but lately he had given up and moved over to lollipops instead. "No actually, court order." He didn't elaborate further but it wasn't a joke, he was forbidden from singing on stage. In fact, his little outburst earlier could have resulted in jail time if it got out he was singing in public, but that was another matter entirely. "I don't understand when people say they can't sing because I literally cannot sing, in every sense of the word. Cannot." He shrugged and laughed slightly at his awful ability. "Look, I wont force you. You can sing on stage or just sit and listen. But in my opinion you should jump on stage, push me aside, grab the mike and sing until the audience give you a standing ovation. Generals should salute and kings openly weep at the sound of your awesome voice." He grinned, knowing full well that he had never heard her sing and she could be awful. "Just one night, try it. What's the worst that could happen?"

"You didn't need to sing, you just give off that aura." He lied. He felt he had lost sight of whatever his original goal was and now was more interested in getting her to perform with him. "No, but seriously, you have a nice speaking voice and I'm interested in hearing you sing." He shrugged, he didn't really have a plan or reason to ask her to sing with him, he had just thought it might be fun. When she agreed to at least practice with him his face lit up, he had almost managed to convince himself that she would just make her excuses and run as far away from him as possible. "Sweet. There's a park around the corner we can go there to practice." He gestured behind him to a small artificial park a short way off. The city had quite a few artificial parks, small areas that were designed to provide a respite from the shopping districts. "I'd invite you back to my studio but we can't go to imagination land. You got a song in mind you want to sing or something? I can download it and listen if that's easier for you." He took out a communicator and turned it on, a little screen popped up welcoming him back then waited for instructions.

He motioned and ten set off, his plan was to practice with her for a little then go buy his sweets following that he should get to the club before the first act goes up. "Well, I'm into real classical music, your late 20th century rock. I'm not talking archaic, mind, I wouldn't even know how to attempt a symphony by myself on a guitar." Maybe if he recorded the parts separately and then put different sound effects on the different parts to make them seem different, but that seemed like a project for when he truly went mad and not until then. "Of course, that's really limited to Earthen music." He shrugged. "You ever hear of Oasis or Weezer, The Killers or Paramore? We could go through my entire playlist for something you like or you could suggest something and I can learn the chords if I don know it. But nothing by Blargsnarff seven. I wouldn't play that racket if it saved the lives of everyone in the galaxy." He smiled but he was more than serious, he hated that band and their stupid guitarist. "They laughed while I played..." He seemed to be telling the end of another story and only noticed that he had gotten off topic when he bumped into some passer-by. "Yeah, no. You name it and I'll play it." He opened the gate to the park and stepped aside to let her in first, like a nice person.