Fourth Concept Δ Video

[backatthehotel]

There’s a sense of theft.

[He's sitting on the floor with a guitar in his lap, picking at the strings as he talks. (His right hand is a bit stiff, it seems, but he certainly knows what he's doing.) On a wall just in view behind him are tacked a series of notebook pages, thankfully too neat and sparse to be a proper wall-of-crazy.]Your life.

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[grenadeball]

roll with all chaos

become whatever you need right now

identity is not a statue, it's vomit and blood and sweat and sleep and piss and so on

it's kinetic

anyway no i have not had that problem

[backatthehotel]

Easier said than done.

Not saying... adaptation's probably the only answer, 'side just going mad. But it's more upheaval than you're usually asking a bloke to deal with.

I'm just lucky, then.

[grenadeball]

lot more

just engage your inner dumb teenager and let him out to make stupid and reckless decisions, that'll hash it out right quick

how's the guitar suiting you

[backatthehotel]

My inner dumb teenager? Way I hear, he decided mad was the way to go. [He grins. Ha.]

Not bad. [The tune changes, still similar, but brighter, more up-tempo.] Hand's still sore. But if I don't work it, won't get any better.

Private

[motherflocker]

Oh? Please, do go on.

Private forever

[backatthehotel]

Pink Floyd -- the person, not the band. And Ziggy Stardust.

[motherflocker]

Ah. The person.

How interesting. I think an audition might be in order.

[backatthehotel]

My schedule's open. And I don't speak for Mr. Stardust in an official capacity, but I'm pretty sure his is, too.

[screwedupeyes]

I'd love to. But why's that, darling? Are we recording something?

[backatthehotel]

Not that I knew.

Got in touch with a bloke, owns a real nice club. You wanna make a little something, he'll be in touch to schedule an audition.

[screwedupeyes]

...You're just taking the piss now...

You aren't, are you? Oh, Pink, you're a saint! Thank you!

[backatthehotel]

Nah. [His grin seems almost nervous. It's been a while since he's bothered doing anything... nice... for anyone. Feels weird.]

Merry Christmas.