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[a1enzo]

Sprite kid at the Bar, playing the guitar. Currently practising a favourite User song of his. (Despite being of Earthly origin, in some ways it has a comfortably cyberspatial feel. Mostly the title.)

♫My eyes dilate, my lips go green...♫ Okay, so that line loses a little impact when it's Enzo singing it.


[[OOC: Enzo's got some plot impending, so this is last call for angst-free threading! Open until Wednesday.]]


{tinytag: Hey Arnold!, Jerry Lukacs}

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[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Arnold hops on a stool close by to listen.

He'll not interrupt until Enzo takes a break from singing.

[a1enzo]

Enzo grins at him as he plays.

♫If you start me up, give it all you got, you got to never, never, never stop...♫

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Arnold grins back.

He's never heard the song before, so it's fresh and cool.

[a1enzo]

It's also pretty easy to play, so Enzo is doing a very good job of it. He's not the world's best singer, but he's good enough, and his voice has been a bit less strident since last upgrade.

♫You make a grown man cry, you make a grown man cry, you make a grown man cry, ride like the wind at double speed, I'll take you places that you've never, never seen...♫

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

He's as good as any of the kids in the choir at school. Therefore, Arnold is appreciative of his talent.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo plops down in a seat nearby. He's never heard the song before, so it's...well, new and not the worst thing he's ever heard.

[a1enzo]

Hey, Enzo is doing quite well, thank you. It's not the hardest song he knows by any means. He shoots Bonzo a grin.

♫You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen♫

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Grin back. Bonzo will enjoy the rest of the song.

[a1enzo]

Enzo rocks on through the rest of the song (even the less kiddie-suitable lyric at the end).

"Hey, Bonzo!" he says, once concluded.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"Ho, Enzo. Nice song."

[mything_person]

The mun is cool with a little angst free.

Which is why Jerry is actually going to take the time to build a cowbell and attempt to play along.

Being a priest of Pan gave him the ability to manufacture instruments. No rhythm yet.

[a1enzo]

Enzo fumbles a few notes in surprise, then a few more as he tries to keep playing accurately in the face of Jerry's conflicting... well, let's call it a beat for the sake of argument.

It's also harder to sing when you're trying not to laugh.

[mything_person]

The last musical performance Jerry was involved in ended with thrown seashells, large ones, and Greek warriors who were willing to pay shares of their loot to get the performance to stop.

Laughter is nothing.

"Hey-"clonk"-Enzo," cl-clonk manages Jerry as he tries to avoid laughing.

[a1enzo]

♫Start it up—hi, Jerry—Love the day when we will never stop, never stop, never stop, never stop...♫

[mything_person]

Clonk. Cl-clonk-k. Clonk As snickering destroys any attempts to produce an even beat.

Well, he's enthusiastic anyway. He'll ask how Enzo's doing when he catches his breath. Some time after the end of the song.

Clonk!

[basic_powers]

...

The thing about the Bar is, you don't know who's going to be there, or what they're going to do.

In Enzo's case, it's more 'Who just splatted a handful of shaving cream onto his head' kind of deal.

[a1enzo]

♫You make a grown—HEY!"

Enzo stops playing and twists in his seat, trying to spot the miscreant.

[basic_powers]

He'll find no one there behind him, and a smear of wiped off shaving cream along the side of the bar, trailing away...

Not even a giggle to give away the culprit.

[a1enzo]

Enzo slides off his stool and follows the trail a few paces, but it obviously doesn't go all that far.

[basic_powers]

And while Enzo's investigating, he'll hear someone stepping up behind him, and find Tyler there, looking curious.

"Whhat're you looking for, and why is there shaving cream in your hair?!"

[mendanddefend_archive]

Mairi is being fussy this evening, so Bob brought her into Milliways in the hopes that the sensor void would soothe her.

Rolling Stones music can be described in many ways, but 'soothing' is not one of them.

"WaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaah!"

[a1enzo]

Eep! He knows that bawl!

He doesn't actually realize he's the cause of the crying, but he stops anyway and heads over to offer what aid he may.

Well, most of the way over. He stops a couple yards off, 'cause dang that's loud.

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Shhh, Mairi, it's okay, the noise is gone..."

[a1enzo]

Sez you.

"Wh—oh. Was that me?"

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Yes."

Fortunately, Mairi is starting to quiet down again. Starting to.