All in the name of rock n' roll baby~<3
[ So Sasuke rocks up to school today with this little baby tucked securely under one arm, safely in its case. And just to complete his rockstar look today, he's wearing this. He's headed straight for the officially dubbed 'Music Room', which is really just a spare unused classroom. Its pretty bare, actually, but whatever.
Time to rock out, yo'.]
Time to rock out, yo'.]
Footsteps approached and her grip on the scizzors fumbled. She had to cut it or she would look like an idiot. She shut her eyes and clamped the handle. -SNAP- The wire curled on themselves like dying shrivelled leaves. She too dying a little on the inside. Feel disheartened Tayuya turned around to see what dickhead put her on the spotlight.]
Oh hey....
[Her usual insults missing. Remorse for her poor guitar evident.]
ooc: Here's your chance gemma, dont fuck up.
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..Nice bass.
[He mutters, and then goes back to his guitar - it does't have a name, because Sasuke is unimaginative. But he likes the feel of the strings - rough and cold against his now calloused fingers. The heaviness of the strap as it sits across his shoulders. Instruments are nice because you don't have to say much - you can just stand there, and strum.]
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[Tayuya grunted in response, before steeling her self and clipping another string which twanged in protest. TORTURE. THAT'S WHAT THIS WAS. Her face was downcast and she felt rather silly being in another's presence like this. Her hands felt clammy and sweaty around the scizzor handle. She felt her eyes watering...
Tayuya threw down the scizzors in resignation. Pacing around the room agitated, picking up the scizzors with renewed determination and then throwing them down again. She then chose to sulk in the corner. The scizzors a metre away from her.]
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They'll never get anything done at this rate.
He sighs, plucks the scissors from the floor where they were flung. He doesn't bother talking, and he looks over the strings thoughtfully - he doesn't touch them, though. Musicians get very touchy with their instruments, after all.
He could hear from before, it needs restringing. Badly. His fingers glance across the tortoiseshell plating, and the dark hue of the paint. Hm.]
..You scared you'll mess it up? [He asks, in reference to the tuning. Because. It already is messed up. :| No matter how much she tightens them strings, nothings gonna change.]
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NO. Just cut the strings. I dont care. Do it.
[Asshole. Duh. Tightening them wont change anything if you are replacing the strings first. She bit her tongue.]
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Within a few short snips, the strings are cute. They twang, a little mournfully, but Sasuke is quick, and it is over swiftly.
And yes he knows tightening won't change anything unless they are replaced. That was what he was insinuating. Idiot. :|]
Done.
[He places the scissors down, and doesn't look back - he just fiddles a little with his own, and checks the tuning. He doesn't bother plugging it into an amp.]
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THANK YOU. Erm. I mean... Thanks faggot.
[She coughed and tried to scrounge together what remained of her dignity. Resisting the urge to positively hug her guitar and apologize to it. Tayuya smiled weakly at Sasuke.]
So how about we get this show on the road and practice, what's a song you like?
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Tch. Next time you want you're string changed, don't be such a pussy about it. [But he smirks a little, so it was intended in a nice way. He supposes.]
Smoke on the water? Thats easy.
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