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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

At a table in the middle of the bar is a man with a guitar. Staff paper and regular paper are piled around him, as he scribbles madly at them. He's wearing a suit, somewhat badly fitting, and humming to himself.

Perhaps you should ask him what's up. Especially if you know him. Mark Cohen doesn't have his camera.

[ooc: Do I have to keep saying it? Mark has Rocks In. Let me know if you want the music bug, otherwise, tag away.]

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"" Mark hands him a summary of Twelfth Night, scribbled hastily on the back of half of a song. It's comprehensive, but a bit illegible.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco looked it over. Interesting, very interesting indeed. Actually he did know of the play. The one allowance in the Malfoy Manor was some of the better pieces of literature in the muggle world. Shakespeare of course was one of them.

"Good. I know this play, the original version of course though, but interesting set-up. Which parts are you looking for now?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Because the mun is putting this before the Carl thread....

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco nodded, "What does he look like? I'll keep an eye out for him then."

Briefly in the back of his mind, he wondered at the interest, the friendlieness with muggles. Yes, of course. That's what mattered. The music.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"He's a shortish man, kinda pudgy, a bit older than me." Mark shrugs. "I think he might even have a sign about casting for the musical."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Then, I think I'll go do that. Best of luck with your efforts regardless of whether we work together or not." Draco then got up, and swept away, the cape flaring out behind him dramatically. He walked away, softly singing to himself again.