6th Song; Dictated [Accidental]

[losttrack]

[She hates all this snow and ice; it brings up thoughts of the magic that Simon was lost to. So Marceline sulks in her room for the morning, and is singing by the afternoon, unaware of the fact that he journal has fallen open to record every line.]

Marceline, is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?
That must be so confusing for a little girl.
And I know you're going to need me here with you.
But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too.

This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy,
And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?
Please forgive me for whatever I do,
When I don't remember you.

Marceline, I can feel myself slipping away.
I can't remember what it made me say.
But I remember that I saw you frown.
I swear it wasn't me, it was the crown.

This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy.
And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?
Please forgive me for whatever I do,
When I don't remember you.
Please forgive me for whatever I do,
When I don't remember you.

La ah da da da da da da,
Da da da da da da,
Da da da da da da

(ooc| Song can be heard here!)

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[whichwayyoulean]

[He's not sure if he should say anything at all, at first. This sounds pretty personal, and hey, he knows some songs ARE personal. So after a careful moment, he clears his throat]

Uh...journal's open, Marcy.

[losttrack]

[There's a sharp intake of breath, and then scrambling, and a thud and an 'ow', before Marceline speaks.]

How long was it open for?

[There's none of the usual snark; she just sounds humiliated and nervous.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Oh, so it WAS important. Well, darn]

Right up to the da-da-da's.

1/2

[losttrack]

Oh no. No, no, no... I can't... I didn't want anyone to hear that!

[losttrack]

[But this is Marceline. And Marceline learned a long time ago that she deals with anger way more easily than sadness.]

What is wrong with this stupid journal?! Piece of junk!

[whichwayyoulean]

[Ah, there's the rage. That's easier to handle]

It does things like that. Usually when you least want it to broadcast what's going on.

I'm a great believer in the humble brick. Just put it on top and bam, problem solved.

[losttrack]

Of course. Man, this is just... Great!

Yeah. Yeah, I'll remember that now...

[She's starting to sound shaken.]

A brick. That's a good idea.

[whichwayyoulean]

Sorry about...that, by the way.

It could have been worse?

[losttrack]

Not too much.

[whichwayyoulean]

Whoever wrote that song could have been here to hear it? [See, trust the Once-ler to find ways to make things WORSE]

[brohoof]

Not bad, I guess.
But a bit too emo for my taste.
You ever thought about trying something a bit more upbeat?
Maybe put in a bit with rapping.
I could dig it if it had some rap.

[losttrack]

I don't want a review; I didn't mean for anyone to hear it.

[brohoof]

You may not have wanted anyone to hear it, but the fact is that people did.
People like me, who's in the position to be able to offer you advice.
And if I were you, I would take it.
Because taking my advice tends to be a pretty damn good idea.
And since I'm myself, I know this to be true.
But if I were you, I wouldn't know this.
So all in all it's a damn good thing we're both ourselves so that you can benefit from my advice.
I need to get a fuckin' patent on it one of these days.

[losttrack]

Okay, first off, I don't think you can patent advice. Pretty sure it doesn't work like that.

Now, if this was something I wanted to play for people, then sure, hearing your opinion would be okay, even if your opinion might be wrong. But this isn't like that, got it?

[brohoof]

Sure you can.
You can patent pretty much anything.
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about; I'm from the future.
Going back through the timeline, you see a lot of crazy shit patented.

The only thing I gathered from that is you seem to think my advice is wrong.
I'm giving you one chance to take that back.
It was really rude.
And also very ignorant.
Do you want to be known as that ignorant girl who writes angsty songs?
I don't think you do.

[losttrack]

Sure. You know what? Whatever. Patent your advice. If it works out for you, that's honestly great.

But I didn't mean your advice was wrong. I just meant it could have been. The way things are, I don't think your advice mattered. I didn't even write this, okay?

[brohoof]

Maybe I will.

It's literally possible for my advice to be wrong.
But what the hell are you doing singing a song you didn't even write?
And besides, it doesn't mean you can't tweak it a little.
What if I took it and wrote in a rap solo?
I think I'll do this.

[losttrack]

Don't you dare do anything with it!

[brohoof]

Why the hell not?
Also you forgot the magic word.

Marceline

[hard_talker]

Uh, just so you know, your journal's open.

[he'll be tactful and not ask]

Mark

[losttrack]

I've been told. These journals are such stupid pieces of junk, jeez!

Marceline, to end

[hard_talker]

If you tear the page out or spill a bunch of ink on it, sometimes it covers it up so people won't be able to see it later. I know, I know, closing the barn door after the livestock of your choice is out, but -- it's better'n nothin'.

Mark, to end!

[losttrack]

Thanks, dude. That's not a bad idea. I might give it a try.

[hard_talker]

Hey, good luck. You find your bass yet?

[losttrack]

Nah, no such luck yet. But thanks for asking.