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Juno always felt like she'd won some sort of prize when she walked into the upstairs rec room and the jukebox wasn't playing anything hideous. Now, for example, it was blessedly quiet. She didn't really have much of a plan in being there, she was just bored and could only spend so much time in the kitchen... until, that is, she saw the guitar case leaning against the side of the couch.
Without a moment's thought for the fact that it probably belonged to someone else, she sank down onto the couch and opened the case. "Holy jumping beans, is that a strat? Oh, sweet."
She pulled it out and toed the case closed with her foot before slipping the strap around her neck. Her protruding belly set the guitar at a bit of a strange angle, forcing her to play it more to the side than she usually did, but she was happy enough to see one that she didn't even care. She glanced around and didn't see an amp. Also couldn't complain. Not even if she'd prefer a Gibson - which made her think briefly about Mark and his Les Paul, but she pushed it aside and strummed an A minor. Perfectly in tune, someone must have been playing it recently.
She started to play the song she'd written just before her last real show - "THE JUNO MACGUFF AWESOME SOLO SHOW" at the Cafe Triste, just after finding out she was pregnant.
"I made zub zub with my best guy friend / And now I'm knocked up to no end / He filled me with baby batter / And we ate some orange tic-tacs after / I don't know what to do or what to say / I'm going to miss the winter dance but that's okay / He obviously wouldn't want to go with my anyway / As he's obviously a little ang-ray...."
Suddenly she missed Bleeker like mad.
Without a moment's thought for the fact that it probably belonged to someone else, she sank down onto the couch and opened the case. "Holy jumping beans, is that a strat? Oh, sweet."
She pulled it out and toed the case closed with her foot before slipping the strap around her neck. Her protruding belly set the guitar at a bit of a strange angle, forcing her to play it more to the side than she usually did, but she was happy enough to see one that she didn't even care. She glanced around and didn't see an amp. Also couldn't complain. Not even if she'd prefer a Gibson - which made her think briefly about Mark and his Les Paul, but she pushed it aside and strummed an A minor. Perfectly in tune, someone must have been playing it recently.
She started to play the song she'd written just before her last real show - "THE JUNO MACGUFF AWESOME SOLO SHOW" at the Cafe Triste, just after finding out she was pregnant.
"I made zub zub with my best guy friend / And now I'm knocked up to no end / He filled me with baby batter / And we ate some orange tic-tacs after / I don't know what to do or what to say / I'm going to miss the winter dance but that's okay / He obviously wouldn't want to go with my anyway / As he's obviously a little ang-ray...."
Suddenly she missed Bleeker like mad.