Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact
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She paused in her drumming -- plastic cutlery on the table wasn't exactly great music, but the acoustics in here weren't bad and it was better than actually having to sing her feelings, so she wasn't complaining -- and slid her "drumsticks" over to him, one eyebrow raised.
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And then he nodded a little in thanks and made a reach for the cutlery.
He had been a guitarist, once upon a time. But he was no slouch when it came to keeping a beat, and he spared no time tapping out a rhythm on the tabletop.
//Don't suppose you've got any requests?//
For the quality percussion that he'd be providing, here.
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And so she leaned across the table to watch.
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Because if the only drum set you could really throw together consisted of the place where people ate their gruel, you were going to throw some We Will Rock You out there for the world to hear.
//Not many options without a proper kit,// he mused, with a tap-tap-stomp.
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Still, an endless loop of detentioning processing-and-discharge didn't sound all that fun.
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It would be tempting, too, if only he knew anyone that could play cavalry in the first place.
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Tap-tap-stomp. Tap-tap-stomp. Jonothon needed to come up with a different song.
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Or was that Kansas?
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Give him a minute, he'd probably come up with something.
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