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paradisa2013-04-01 10:14 pm
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♫ 13
[Gren is walking up to the castle for his semi-regular visit, now that he's decided avoiding the castle completely isn't entirely possible or desirable, when there were people in it he wanted to see more of, Spike not withstanding. That stuff only matters as much as he lets it matter. With the Walkman that Mark had given him on Christmas in his coat pocket and headphones on, he walks into the lobby. He doesn't immediately notice that the next song actually isn't one that was on the disc in the first place, just as he doesn't quite realize it when he starts to sing along with a slight smile.]
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
[The beat switches up into more of a rap, but he just keeps going. At least it fits the slightly raspy baritone of his voice better. There's probably a reason he used to play music than sing it]
♪Gym Class Heroes baby!
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like yea fucked up, check it Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I used to, used to, used to, used to, now I'm over that
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts♪
♪If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you♪
[He's bouncing on his feet by the time he's nearing the elevator]
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
[He hops up onto the seat of the nearest sofa as he hits the next verse, scattering cushions with a smile until he jumps back off and bounds towards the doors]
♪If I was an old-school fifty pound boombox
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops
And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know we come and go like on the interstate♪
♪I think I finally found a note to make you understand
If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you♪
[He punches the button as rides it up, dancing a little side to side as the car moves upwards]
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
[A 'ding' as the elevator doors open onto the floor]
♪Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo♪
[He's half dancing half walking down the hallway as he continues the song]
♪I only pray you'll never leave me behind
Because good music can be so hard to find
I take your head and hold it closer to mine
Thought love was dead, but now you're changing...my miiiiind...♪
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
♪Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo♪
[He knocks on Vicious' door almost in rhythm with the song]
♪Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo...♪
[And of course it stops just then, leaving him frozen with his fist in the air.]
Oh. Crap.
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
[The beat switches up into more of a rap, but he just keeps going. At least it fits the slightly raspy baritone of his voice better. There's probably a reason he used to play music than sing it]
♪Gym Class Heroes baby!
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like yea fucked up, check it Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I used to, used to, used to, used to, now I'm over that
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts♪
♪If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you♪
[He's bouncing on his feet by the time he's nearing the elevator]
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
[He hops up onto the seat of the nearest sofa as he hits the next verse, scattering cushions with a smile until he jumps back off and bounds towards the doors]
♪If I was an old-school fifty pound boombox
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops
And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know we come and go like on the interstate♪
♪I think I finally found a note to make you understand
If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you♪
[He punches the button as rides it up, dancing a little side to side as the car moves upwards]
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
[A 'ding' as the elevator doors open onto the floor]
♪Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo♪
[He's half dancing half walking down the hallway as he continues the song]
♪I only pray you'll never leave me behind
Because good music can be so hard to find
I take your head and hold it closer to mine
Thought love was dead, but now you're changing...my miiiiind...♪
♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪
♪Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo♪
[He knocks on Vicious' door almost in rhythm with the song]
♪Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo...♪
[And of course it stops just then, leaving him frozen with his fist in the air.]
Oh. Crap.

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She walks a bit closer and smiles at him.]
Hey.
[OOC: YOU HAVE THE BEST TASTES!]
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Hey Chell.
(ooc: awwww, thank you! <3 )
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How've you been?
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What about you?
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I'm not bad! It's really good to see you.
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Nice tune there, Gren.
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I'm, uh, not usually the breaking into song type. Not sure what just happened there.
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I guess I got lucky with my monkey painter thing.
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Not when it's my stuff.
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It's different when it's that way on purpose
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You should stick to the saxophone.
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Would if I could Faye.
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It's a nice tune, though.
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Nothing much you can do about it though.
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[A dramatic sigh.]
Don't you just wish the castle would make something good happen?
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[The implication is Faye, and that's true, but mostly he means Vicious]
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