[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * ( Read more... )
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * ( Read more... )
"I mean, your... little group is badly produced electronic music. Why don't you write songs with real instruments and meaningful lyrics?"
"Mark, stop," Eduardo hissed, looking apologetically at Gabe. "I'm really sorry about him, he can be a bit pretentious when it-"
"I'm not pretentious, I'm honest-"
Gabe saw the power struggle between the two and the personal challenge Mark brought forth in front of him. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, even from a younger college student that was probably ten times smarter than he was.
Gabe sat up a little straighter. "Dustin said he danced. That's what I want to do for a living; make people dance. Dancing is movement that can free emotions, relieve stress, create art, among other things. To me, the music is secondary. What's primary is that I make you want to get on your feet and sway your hips a little.
"I'm not a professional musician, Mark. I'm a dance enforcer."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "No offense but that's the biggest crock of shit I've ever-"
Chris stood up. "Enough." He looked at Gabe, who seemed relaxed and not at all affected by Mark, which was a good thing. "I'm sorry about him. We should be getting back anyway. Thank you very much for inviting us back here."
Gabe held a hand out, which Chris shook. "My pleasure."
Chris grabbed Dustin's shoulder. "Come on."
Dustin whined, "But I wanna-"
"Now."
Hearing the strict tone of Chris' voice, Dustin stood up without another word and walked toward the door, Chris following behind him. Mark stayed in place, though, waiting for Eduardo to follow, but when Gabe patted the empty cushion between them and Eduardo scooted over, he was uncertain what was going on.
"Wardo," Mark called.
Chris shook his head, grabbed Mark's elbow. "He's staying. We aren't."
"What, we're just going to ditch him?"
"It's not ditching, Mark."
Eduardo and Gabe didn't seem to mind that they weren't yet entirely alone, speaking quietly to one another about their experiences in South America and how their countries cultures differed. Besides Cobra Starship, it was the only common ground they knew they had and they decided to build from there.
Whispering in Mark's ear, Chris said, "He wants to be here. With Gabe. Alone. If he didn't, he'd be in the hall with Dustin right now."
When Mark saw Gabe casually, briefly touch Eduardo's cheek, he finally understood. For once, Eduardo chose someone over Mark. Someone Mark really, really was starting to resent. That resentment, though, may just have been from the fact Gabe took Eduardo from him, regardless of the fact he tried to put the blame on the bad music.
Really, though, Mark thought they sounded like shit and he actually could not get over it.
Eduardo giggled when Gabe spoke to him in Spanish and Chris pushed Mark out the door forcibly. "Let's go."
Mark looked back, searching for any sign Eduardo didn't want to be there, but when Eduardo didn't bother to tear his eyes away or tell him bye, he had to accept that Chris was right and that pissed him off even more.
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Sorry to ask, but what did you mean by Que son muy bonitas, mis companeros del sur ?
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but, google translating it from this to english...it makes no sense. i just wanted gabe speaking spanish in there XD
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