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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

One minute Carl was tapping his foot and re-reading over Mark's music.


And the next-

The next he was sitting in his seat staring stupidly at the music.

"....What the HELL is this?" He picked at the papers, rifling through them. It was good, very very good-but at the same time it was...

A musical

And he hated musicals.

Grimacing, he goes to the bar-and orders a straight bottle of Jack Daniels. Now looking for someone in particular.

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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's expression never changes, but he nods, "I know."

Suddenly eager to change the subject, he turns to something else, "Still think you're trapped here fella?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Kind of."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Kind of?" Carl raises a brow and winces, setting the alcohol down, "...I have-god's own headache my friend..."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"You don't remember, but last week you let Satine and me out to visit New York."