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There was a fine line between punk rock and poser, and Juno was pretty sure that 75% of the club kids in the eighties had crossed it. But once it went out of style... most of the people she'd seen with mohawks on this side of the century were actually hardcore (unlike the emo crowd who wore black eyeliner and tried to pretend they were all deep but really just listened to My Chemical Romance on pink iPods).
When she was at home, she'd wanted to eventually get a mohawk because she thought it fit her stage presence. And when she was here... well, okay, it was mostly because her parents wouldn't let her get one back home.
Leah would have flipped pancakes if she could have seen Juno's new do. Which actually made Juno like it all the more. Joe had done a bitchin' job, that was for sure, especially given the somewhat makeshift resources. She wasn't sure what exactly he'd mixed up and given her to make the thing stand up, but she thought it might have jello in it. And glue. In any case, he'd assured her that it did wash out, and when it wasn't sticking up her long hair that was left fell down over the shaved-close part and actually looked pretty normal.
When she'd looked in the mirror after, she'd felt like she kind of wanted to get a pair of combat boots and a tutu. But for right now it was just a faded Ramones tshirt and a pair of jeans that were too long, which meant the hem was covered in mud from stepping on them. She was sitting against the wall just by the entrance of the Compound with her guitar, picking out the chords for the first song that came into her head.
"Long ago, and oh so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear
But you're not really there
It's just the radio..."
When she was at home, she'd wanted to eventually get a mohawk because she thought it fit her stage presence. And when she was here... well, okay, it was mostly because her parents wouldn't let her get one back home.
Leah would have flipped pancakes if she could have seen Juno's new do. Which actually made Juno like it all the more. Joe had done a bitchin' job, that was for sure, especially given the somewhat makeshift resources. She wasn't sure what exactly he'd mixed up and given her to make the thing stand up, but she thought it might have jello in it. And glue. In any case, he'd assured her that it did wash out, and when it wasn't sticking up her long hair that was left fell down over the shaved-close part and actually looked pretty normal.
When she'd looked in the mirror after, she'd felt like she kind of wanted to get a pair of combat boots and a tutu. But for right now it was just a faded Ramones tshirt and a pair of jeans that were too long, which meant the hem was covered in mud from stepping on them. She was sitting against the wall just by the entrance of the Compound with her guitar, picking out the chords for the first song that came into her head.
"Long ago, and oh so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear
But you're not really there
It's just the radio..."