You can still rock in America

[kiltedwarbler]

Who: kiltedwarbler, but bother him if you want. He won't hit you with his pipes ;)
What: Chill time
Where: Common Room, Dalton Academy
When: Tuesday night
Episode: 2x02 "Brittany/Britney"
Rating: G

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[dylan_mack]

Dylan was slowly but surely beginning to fit in a little more, making some friends at Dalton. But tonight, he wanted some downtime, and figured he'd find it in the common room. He was wearing the pants of his uniform, but only his white undershirt by means of a top. He wasn't sure if he'd get into trouble for it, but he figured it was worth a shot to try being comfortable for a bit.

He noticed the other boy across the room with his guitar and smiled faintly. He didn't recognize the song he was playing, as most of his exposure to American music thus far had been the classic rock his father had played for him, and the random pop and very mainstream rock (such as Nickelback) that they played on radio stations in Kyrgyzstan. But he could appreciate the boy's talent either way.

Quietly, he made his way over and stood by the guitarist, who he knew to be Callum, Blaine's roommate. He didn't say anything, just listened quietly with his eyes closed.

[kiltedwarbler]

Callum reached the end of the song and his hand came to rest splayed on the smooth lacquered finish of his guitar as his blue eyes crept up to the lad standing by him. "You okay there, laddie, aye?" he asked him, wondering for a moment if he had been trying to get his attention. It wasn't like Callum was putting on a prized performance. He didn't mind being interrupted.

His fingers strummed lightly over the strings as his forehead creased curiously. "I dinnae bite if you need something," he added with a smile.

[dylan_mack]

"Yeah," Dylan responded a little too quickly. "I'm fine... I was just listening. You're really good." Callum's accent was far different than any Dylan had ever heard before, but the boy caught on to it pretty quickly.

He smiled a little at Callum's statement. "No... I don't need anything," he said, grabbing a chair and sitting down near him, only then noticing the bagpipes in the floor. "Do you play those, too?" he asked, eyebrows raised in question.

"Blaine told me you're kinda new to this whole USA thing, too, so..." he shrugged, looking at the other boy with a look that was somewhere between mildly depressed and very grateful. "He said we should talk sometime, cuz I'm not exactly from around here either." Dylan spoke American English, but with a hint of a Russian accent.

[kiltedwarbler]

Callum laughed and set his guitar down beside him to rest against the sofa. "Hey, if you need anything, just ask. I mean, cannae promise I'll know exactly how to help, but I'll try. You enjoying the Warblers? They're pretty tight-laced some of the time, but they're a good bunch. They'll make you feel welcome, nay matter who you are."

He glanced at his pipes with nod. "Aye, I've played since I was wee. Five years old, though my Da' started teaching me when I was three. I grew up with music. It's in my blood. The Warblers arenae really my style, but it's a social things. I like all of the lads and we get along well. Acapella is okay, but I like to sink my teeth into an instrument. So, you're new in town, aye? This is my third year at Dalton, so nay completely new. It's a new country, though. Still manages to be quite the shock to the system a lot of the time. I miss home every single day."