11... so yeah anyways

[singsingbluesilver]

Anyone have a request? I'm dying of boredom here and no one has blown up a building or tried kidnapping Shuichi and myself and there's no American manager waving guns around or any keyboardist being his fluffy evil self to keep me occupied.

How many people are doing a band thing here? I haven't heard or seen one around, though I have heard a couple people over these fake phones doing stuff like that. Wasn't this place suppose to have one? I was just wondering...

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[forthetwinkies.livejournal.com]

So you got a need for a little crazy here and there too, huh?

[singsingbluesilver]

Pretty much. Everyone I know is crazy back home and there's always something blowing up or being fluffy evil or marching through the streets trying to make me record something new or trying to get Shuichi to record and this is just... plain. Like vanilla ice cream.

Not that there's anything wrong with vanilla ice cream but too much just gives me a belly ache.

[forthetwinkies.livejournal.com]

Yep, I'm with you there, except for the fluffy part - that ain't my type.

'Course, that just means you gotta go out and make your own excitement sometimes, like maybe shoot something up nice. Good stress relief, see, and better than vanilla ice cream, in my discerning and humble opinion.

/switches icon

[singsingbluesilver]

He just really really good at looking like a thirteen year old choir boy but he is still evil. And my best friend.

K never let me play with his guns.

those strikeouts are so not there

[forthetwinkies.livejournal.com]

What the fuck How old is this friend of yours, anyway?

You don't play with guns, kid; it's like playing with matches. You gotta be serious about them, like an artist. You know, like Monet and those flower things he always painted...whatchamacallits. Water lilies. Respect the water lilies. I mean guns when I say that.

[singsingbluesilver]

Thirty-two. Or was it thirty-three? He's a year older than me.

It's a little hard being serious about them when people act like I can't even shave myself. I'd like to learn, but I get funny looks, like they all think I'm going gansta on them.

[forthetwinkies.livejournal.com]

And he likes looking like a choir boy? Jesus.

Hate to preach, but that's when you resort to aggressive negotiations. Standing for that kind of shit's just not good for your health.

But anyway, if you really want to, maybe I can introduce you sometime.

[singsingbluesilver]

He always played the innocent guy in our set.

I probablly should.

I'd like that. I need more than a stuffed rabbit to fend off some of those monsters when I go for a walk.

[forthetwinkies.livejournal.com]

Make it a date, then - at your convenience, we'll say.

And I ain't gonna lie, a stuffed rabbit could be potentially lethal if you use it right. Just takes a little splash of creativity.

[singsingbluesilver]

I'm gonna try this working thing and see if it will help with the boredom so once I get an idea of the time for it, I'll give you a buzz on this thing. Okay?

Probably. I just don't want the task of trying to clean it after.

[forthetwinkies.livejournal.com]

Crystal.

Oh huh. Forgot about that. Usually I just use 'em and toss 'em.

[singsingbluesilver]

It belongs to someone else and I don't think I could replace it if I did toss it.

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

It is mind-numbingly dull, isn't it?

[singsingbluesilver]

Pretty much. There's not even a pink panda mecha in sight for days and that is just not like her.

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

... A pink panda mecha, huh?

[singsingbluesilver]

What can I say? They're all a bit mad in the music biz.

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

Well, there's ≈0 music industry here, so chances are, you're not going to find your panda on this plane.

[singsingbluesilver]

I've noticed.

It's not my panda, just the girl being my manager's panda.

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

Only "industry" we've got is the bar.

... Okay.

[singsingbluesilver]

Bars are useful places but that really doesn't give this place any real thrills, you know?

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

Trust me, I'm well aware.

[singsingbluesilver]

It would be nice even if there was an arcade around here. Just something.

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

... Now that I think about it, I really need a guitar.

[singsingbluesilver]

Do you think we could find one? There's got to be more than just a couple of them here.

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I don't think it'd be in good condition.

[singsingbluesilver]

That sucks. [Cirno, meet Ryu's serious side.] So what are you going to do?

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

-Look at her not really noticing yet.-

I can still cheer you on. I'm good at that too!

[singsingbluesilver]

That sounds okay, but wouldn't you want to make music with me more?

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah! But I don't know anything about fixing guitars.

[singsingbluesilver]

How's your voice?

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

My... voice?

[singsingbluesilver]

Yup. Can you sing?

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

N-no! I can't sing! Th-that's Mystia's thing!

[singsingbluesilver]

Oh, okay. So we just need a guitar for you but until then I can have a cheerleader.

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

R-right! I'm good at those!

[singsingbluesilver]

Great.

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

So long as I get to be helpful to you somehow.

[singsingbluesilver]

I'm sure you will be.

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Then that's okay with me!

[to-blossom.livejournal.com]

"American manager"... "waving guns around"?!

[singsingbluesilver]

Yeah. My Japanese manager used to freak out and try killing himself if I didn't follow the schedule. My American ones tend to use high explosives and shoot at me.

[to-blossom.livejournal.com]

That sounds really... dysfunctional, and possibly illegal...

[singsingbluesilver]

Yeah, well, that's rock and roll for you.