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[jemaine]

It had been fifteen days, which was over two weeks (that's true even in New Zealand) since Bret had vanished into thin air, and Jemaine decided that he wasn't coming back. That was... upsetting. Especially since Jemaine hadn't had the foresight to make tape recordings of Bret singing backup to their songs. Stupid, stupid, stupid!With all the

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[doesntdosocks]

Rosemary Palm was more than familiar with sewing metaphors. In fact, she may not have invented the Sewing Metaphor but she certainly played a very nice part in making it particularly well known and definitely throat clearing worthy.

This said, she could especially relate to the lyrics being sung as she walked into the rec room, dressed more like a resident of this Roundworld, but still a good deal like a decent Seamstress. Well, she was relating to the lyrics in the way she thought they should be. "Hem your dress? Now that's a sign of a man who understands how to communicate," she said, nodding as she leaned over the back over the couch. "Can't say I've heard that particular one before, though."

[jemaine]

"Well of course you haven't heard it before," Jemaine said, blinking at her. "I just wrote it."

He reached over and scrawled the lyrics down on his notebook and then looked back up at her. "If you were writing a love song," he said, "what would it be about?"

[doesntdosocks]

Rosie had no idea what she would write a love song about. This mostly had to do with the fact that she would not write about something like that to start with, and well, she didn't do a lot of writing at all.

"I don't do love." She didn't, it was messy, and it made people stupid, but saying that made her feel guilty, so she cleared her throat and smiled. "But if I did, it'd be like a revolution."

[jemaine]

Jemaine looked thoughtful for a moment, then scrawled a new title onto his list: It'd Be a Revolution.

"Thanks," he said.

[king_ofthemods]

"That's pretty good," Vince said as he wandered over to the stranger. "Bit cheesy, but cheesy can be good, yeah? Plus, imagine the remixes you could do. You could lay the sounds of actual sewing machines over it and then drop a few beats. How wicked would that be?"

[jemaine]

Jemaine looked up at the guy like he'd just suggested Jemaine eat his own foot. "I don't do remixes," he said. "I'm an acoustic band."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then scrawled another song title: You Can't Remix Love.

[king_ofthemods]

"You mean you're in an acoustic band," Vince replied. "One person can't be an acoustic band, they'd be an acoustic performer or something. Like, a lamb can't be a curry, but it can be in a curry."

Inviting himself to sit down, Vince admired his own shoes for a moment, and then started chatting again. "I was in a band, back home. We were pretty cool. We were an electro-punk-slap-funk-jazz fusion group."

[jemaine]

"There's such a thing as a one man band," Jemaine said defensively. "And I'm from New Zealand, where a lamb can grow up to be whatever it wants to be."

Then he added grudgingly, "I was half of a duo, until recently."

[red_ponytail]

Bill could hear the sound of the guitar before he walked into the rec room, bass slung over his shoulder and amp in one hand, intending to park himself there for his usual daily practise session. He thought he recognised the bloke playing as the one who ran the so-called New Zealand Consulate out of the games closet, and strolled over, listening to the lyrics.

"You just write that, mate?" he asked. "Not a bad start." Especially not when you considered the musicians where he came from had hit songs like 'A Cauldron Full Of Hot, Strong Love'.

[jemaine]

Jemaine glanced up at him. "If you were writing a love song, what would it be about?"

He eyed the bass with some interest.

[red_ponytail]

"A love song?" Bill echoed. He thought about it a moment.

"I'm not much of a songwriter - I usually just play, and leave that to people who can do it better," he said, with a crooked grin. "I think I'd write a song about how I want a bird with more than just good looks, you know, someone who's got something going on upstairs." He tapped a forefinger to the side of his head.

"Either that, or something about how I love blondes." His grin widened.

[jemaine]

"Yeah, I like girls with good looking hair too," said Jemaine.