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Post by Maxine Harwood on Oct 28, 2008 23:29:31 GMT -4
Somedays, Jude Wainwright liked to just...sit in the Seneca Falls Cafe and write. Sometimes he wrote songs, sometimes he worked on poetry; sometimes he wrote fanfiction, which he posted under the username 'Waining Light' on several fanfiction websites. Today he was actually writing music; working on a new song that he'd planned to sing to Adrian later. He'd set himself up with his macchiato and several cookies, at his table at the back, looking over the lyrics Samson had written.
"Well I really don't know if it matters at all, but we try to keep the prices low for our records and our shows. But is that, is that enough
or is it that we're not pop rock enough? Or is it that you think we just suck? But Brody Rogers, she thinks we're what?" He grinned a little; Samson really did have a strong dislike for Brody. Normally he wouldn't partake in a silly song like this; but Brody's taunts about his mother had made him angry.
"Brody Rogers thinks we're sellin' out, we're sellin' out, yeah. Brody Rogers thinks we're sellouts, sellouts. Brody, yeah.
Well I really don't know if it matters at all, but we try to keep the prices low for our records and our shows. Does it matter that you see our shirts besides going to school and going to work, or that you think that we just suck? Brody Rogers, she thinks we're what?"
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 0:37:28 GMT -4
For the last few days, the song had been stumping her. Nothing seemed to fit quite right, and all of the chords seemed off, and it was more or less driving Brody to drink. But even her significantly young age, need to work, and lack of liquor, coffee had been the only thing within reach. Packing up her notes, Hal, and a bit of homework, she had decided to head off to Seneca Falls and find some peace and quiet for one.
She loved her family, truly, but finding quiet time to write round them.. well, it was a bit like blood from a stone. This was her one day off of the week, as well, and wasting it was not an option. She'd finish writing this song, even if it killed her. It needed to be finished in time for her next gig, not to mention it needed to run by Lucy, and receive the much needed managerial approval.
Ordering her usual coffee and a pastry from the current barista at the counter [she'd been hoping for Jackson; just for her own amusement], she moved over to a table close to the stage, which was regrettably empty at the moment. If she had been feeling so stumped, she probably would have been in the mood to play a few tunes, just out of the goodness of her heart. But frankly, this needed to be done. At least being close to her favorite spot, that might inspire her.
Settling her notes onto the table in front of her, pencil in hand, and her guitar leaned against her table, waiting to pick out the tune, once the words were done.
She started on her last spot, scribbling in the next bit, as it came vaguely into her mind.
"I kissed a girl, and it was pretty average."
In her frustration, she scarcely even noted Jude, her blood sworn enemy [self proclaimed and all], who was looking quite amused as he worked away on his own task.
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 0:44:00 GMT -4
Jude only just noticed Brody as one of the baristas came by, grinning and clapping at the new song. "It's true!" the boy said, as Jude coughed, trying not to look at the girl seated near the stage. "Brody Rogers DOES think your sellouts! But you're music rocks, dude, totally." Jude smiled sheepishly, not being one for public recognition, and stuttered out a 'thanks man' before moving to work on the song again, hoping his voice wouldn't carry. He'd promised to get this done for Samson...
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 0:55:25 GMT -4
Brody had actually managed to get down another line, something about good girls and what they ought not to do, when she had heard the clapping and snips of the conversation. Which had included her name. Eyes narrowing slightly, the light-haired girl looked up from her loose leaf paper, and squinted in the direction.
Upon seeing Jude there, with the barista, it had been a struggle not to literally hiss aloud in distaste. What was he doing here? On her day off?
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 0:57:53 GMT -4
Jude hummed along as he wrote down the cords, strumming the chorus again. "Brody Rogers thinks we're...no, G? Brody Rogers thinks we're sell outs..."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 1:05:14 GMT -4
She almost spilled her coffee into her lap, managing just to slop it onto her pastry's plate instead, as she pushed her chair back quickly from the table, and stood up with a flourish. "Excuse me!?" she managed, speaking loudly, making sure Jude heard her, even with the few tables distance between them.
She had been sure she heard it that time. The first time, she had chalked it up to her paranoia, her anger, but this time, she had definirely heard him say her name. Sing her name.
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 1:14:48 GMT -4
Jude glanced up, rolling his eyes. 'Oh, here we go' he thought. "You're excused."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 1:20:22 GMT -4
"Fuck off, asshole. What are you saying my name for?" she snapped, in no mood for this situation, and finding herself in it just the same. There were a few people looking their way, and she shot them glances nothing short on venomous.
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 13:58:59 GMT -4
"It's a song Samson wrote, and I don't recall asking you to come over here to harrass me, to be frank." He could be home. He could be watching t.v or changing the strings on his eletric right now.
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Post by Alex Harwood on Oct 29, 2008 22:34:03 GMT -4
"Oh, oh," Brody growled, lifting her hand into the air, and snapping her fingers. "Honey, if I was harassing you, you would know it. I want to know why your douchebag friend was writing a song about me, and I want to know now."
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 30, 2008 11:15:42 GMT -4
Jude's eyebrow rose, and he let out a little snort at the finger snap. "Well, honey, I suppose you'd have to ask Samson that, now, wouldn't you? I don't know what goes on in that pretty little head of his."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 13:38:50 GMT -4
"Well, I don't see him here, so I'm asking you, aren't I? I demand that you cease and desist this stupid song immediately. You're copyright infringing on my name, and I will make sure that Lucy will sue you. Managers do that shit."
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 30, 2008 23:15:52 GMT -4
Jude rolled his eyes. "You can't copy right your name. There have probably been other people in the world named Brody Rogers. Besides, this is sort of a karmatic payback for the auditions."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Oct 30, 2008 23:33:35 GMT -4
Brody smirked just a little at the mention of that. "Look, it's not my fault. He didn't stand a chance, you saw who he was up against. He sucked, I told him he sucked. I was just as equal of a judge as you, Johnny, and Lucy. I only said what I felt."
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Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 31, 2008 9:32:53 GMT -4
Jude gave her a look. "You called him a talentless white boy. And he was good, Lucy and Johnny liked him well enough. He's a better actor then you want to let on, and just because you hate him is o reason to try to keep him from being in the musical. Besides, the end desicion isn't ours, now, is it. It's Johnny and Lucy's."
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