WHO: Pink Musician and Blue Fanboy WHERE: Music shop, somewhere WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WARNINGS: I don't see why SUMMARY: Rock star, meet rock enthusiast FORMAT: Words
Megamind had a boss sound system that his previous self had built.
He'd tested it, to be sure that it worked and of course it had, considering it was him -- sort of -- that had built it. Everything Megamind made worked -- though sometimes...not in the way he predicted. It didn't matter how meticulously he laid his plans out, there was always something that went wrong, though that contributing factor replete with gold and white costume didn't happen to be present in the city right now.
Thank Zeus. He wasn't sure if he could handle the man coming back from the dead right now, regardless of what Roxanne had told him.
But -- he digresses. A sound system needs music and while there was quite the library already built up, you can never have enough.
Music stores around here had all the fixings, so he strolls in like he owns the place and contemplates simply dehydrating the employees and just taking what he wants, but Roxanne would be pissed and having your ladyfriend angry isn't something he wants to deal with
( ... )
Pink does appreciate the 'not being dehydrated' thing. Or, would, if he knew Megamind had considered it. And knew what 'being dehydrated' meant. So, not really that appreciative.
He looks up from the bass, and gives a tired, but very confident grin. Good God, it's a young Bob Geldof! Wait, that doesn't make any sense, does it? "I'd bloody well hope so. Only been playing for half my life."
He starts to pick out a few notes, just playing around. Then trying out, why not, the bass line from 'Money.' Doesn't sound quite right, though. He hmns, and fiddles with the instrument a bit more.
That has him stopping. Anyone worth a damn had musical talent, if he did say so himself. Granted, he didn't have much time to indulge but he'd certainly taught himself to read it.
It just hadn't been a profitable endeavor for someone like him.
"Really." That had him pausing, peering down his nose. "Bit off, aren't you?"
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He'd tested it, to be sure that it worked and of course it had, considering it was him -- sort of -- that had built it. Everything Megamind made worked -- though sometimes...not in the way he predicted. It didn't matter how meticulously he laid his plans out, there was always something that went wrong, though that contributing factor replete with gold and white costume didn't happen to be present in the city right now.
Thank Zeus. He wasn't sure if he could handle the man coming back from the dead right now, regardless of what Roxanne had told him.
But -- he digresses. A sound system needs music and while there was quite the library already built up, you can never have enough.
Music stores around here had all the fixings, so he strolls in like he owns the place and contemplates simply dehydrating the employees and just taking what he wants, but Roxanne would be pissed and having your ladyfriend angry isn't something he wants to deal with ( ... )
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He looks up from the bass, and gives a tired, but very confident grin. Good God, it's a young Bob Geldof! Wait, that doesn't make any sense, does it? "I'd bloody well hope so. Only been playing for half my life."
He starts to pick out a few notes, just playing around. Then trying out, why not, the bass line from 'Money.' Doesn't sound quite right, though. He hmns, and fiddles with the instrument a bit more.
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It just hadn't been a profitable endeavor for someone like him.
"Really." That had him pausing, peering down his nose. "Bit off, aren't you?"
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Better. But still not good enough for him. "No... bloody thing..."
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