134.01 - a boombox is not a toy

[hard_talker]

[ten o'clock on Monday morning finds Mark leafing through the journal, trying to find fodder from the past two weeks for his broadcast. he'd felt absolutely drained after a week locked in the movie theatre, and sort of hermited away from the rest of the castle, with the exception of Felix's visit and Nora's company. in a lot of ways, he was still just as much of an introvert as he'd been two years ago when he arrived. but now, the more he reads, the more ready he feels to get back to business.

he reaches idly for the basket at his side and munches on one of the eggs that Bunnymund left him, and not for the first time, he wonders at all the things that happen on a regular basis. the weird, the beautiful, the scary, the commonplace ... and he can't help but think of all the people - new and old - who hardly say a word about any of it. he grabs a notepad and a pen to start scribbling down things for his broadcast, and turns his stereo on to have something to work to.

it's not entirely his intention to start singing along as he works. but it happens anyway]

♫ You've got the words to change a nation
But you're biting your tongue
You've spent a life time stuck in silence
Afraid you'll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it, how we gonna learn your song?
So come on, come on - come on, come on
You've got a heart as loud as lions
So why let your voice be tamed?
Baby we're a little different
There's no need to be ashamed
You've got the light to fight the shadows
So stop hiding it away
Come on, come o-o-on ... ♪

♩ I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I'm not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, oh ... ♩


♪ At night we're waking up the neighbours
While we sing away the blues
Making sure that we remember, yeah
Cause we all matter too
If the truth has been forbidden
Then we're breaking all the rules
So come on, come on - come on, come on! ♪

[he gathers up a handful of albums from where he left them stacked on a bookcase and brings them over to his DJ station, checking the settings on his equipment, lining everything up and putting it all in order]

♪ Let's get the TV and the radio
To play our tune again
It's 'bout time we got some airplay of our version of events
There's no need to be afraid
I will sing with you my friend
Come on, come o-o-on... ♪

♩ I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I'm not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, oh ... ♩

[he gets up out of his chair and starts to wander around his room, his eyes moving over the things he's collected over his time in Paradisa: all the gifts from friends, the portraits Nora's drawn of faces new and old, some of friends who they haven't seen in months, their edges curling away from the tacks holding them to the walls]

♪ Yeah, we're all wonderful, wonderful people
So when did we all get so fearful?
Now we're finally finding our voices
So take a chance, come help me sing this
Yeah, we're all wonderful, wonderful people
So when did we all get so fearful?
And now we're finally finding our voices
Just take a chance, come help me sing this ♪

♩ I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I'm not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, oh ... ♩

♩ I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I'm not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, oh ... ♩

[once the music stops, he stares at his radio, realizes what just happened, and just laughs] Oh, shit. Here we go again.

Comments

[hard_talker]

No, it's... D'you know anything about April Fool's day?

[ensorceler]

I do not think what I know is the same thing at all. Explain it to me?