leave your reasons on the bathroom sink

[rhapsodyinsleep]

[written on an index card and jammed in the folds of journal pages]

Might as well recycle this journal since there's nothing much to write about. Save a tree, save your time.

And pianist for hire.

No, I don't do strip clubs or some kid's birthday party. Guy's gotta find some way to find funding for smokes and Chinese take-out.

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[enjoyth3silence]

Options: weddings. Private parties, particularly corporate functions. The upscale hotels hire pianists to play downtempo contemporary in their restaurants. Or you could just become a session musician, and ask your friend Temari for studio contacts.

All of this will require getting out of bed and being awake.

You have to write something so you can't throw the journal away. I already looked into that.

[rhapsodyinsleep]

Thanks, didn't knew you'd care so much. This almost calls for fluffy feelings.

Always a catch.

[enjoyth3silence]

Keep insulting me while I'm trying to be civil to you all you like. I'm still not going to bother fighting with you.

[rhapsodyinsleep]

Insults? I wouldn't dare.

I don't seem like the person who would pick a fight with you either, Uchiha.

[finger_walking]

What kind of a gig are you looking for? In terms of frequency, crowd, pay, band, etc.

[rhapsodyinsleep]

Anything I can handle, piece-wise.

[finger_walking]

I'll ask around.

[rhapsodyinsleep]

I'd appreciate it.