"Well, yes," Parker says, rolling her eyes. "But you never mentioned... oh, wait." She smiles. "You wrote a song for your boyfriend once, didn't you?" She leans forward. "So I ask: what brought this sudden songwriting urge on?"
*rolls eyes* It's grindin' stupid. Band drama. Apparently my e-mail to the others tellin' 'em I was goin' to Europe for Thanksgiving finally went through. They had a gig lined up Saturday night, so now they're mad. So I was writing peace offering songs.
I think they'll especially like "Blondes Are Dumb (so I dye my hair)". Not sure how they'll feel about the six songs about how evil boys are...
"Ouch. Got it. Extra work so they don't kill you." Parker grins at the song titles. "I have to hear these sometime soon. When are you out of here for Thanksgiving? And where is your band playing?"
I'm leavin' Wednesday morning for Austria. Then I fly back on Saturday--dependin' on Arsenal's driving, I might actually make the gig. It's at The Crash, in Flange City. D'you know it?
"Never been there. Although it sounds much more fun than the corporate shindig my dad is going to drag me to over the weekend." Parker sighs. "I'm not looking forward to Thanksgiving as much as I was a few weeks ago...."
Well, look, I'll call you if the gig is on, an' you can tell your da one of your friends called with an emergency or whatever. I'm sure with the weird dimensional portals here you can get to Flange in no time. Swerval?
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Hey, guys. Wyndham-Pryce's library card's ready for pickup.
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I think they'll especially like "Blondes Are Dumb (so I dye my hair)". Not sure how they'll feel about the six songs about how evil boys are...
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1. Drive off causeway onto Highway 1337.
2. Arrive at destination.*
Um. I don't think you'll have any problem findin' the place.
(ooc: The causeway needs a name.)
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