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[carter dominic andrews]

The live lounge, it had definitely been one of Carter's favorite places to hang out. He was always sipping on a hot chocolate and even was able to grace the small stage at several different occassions. He had been lucky enough to get in good with the boss so he could play the lounge, and since the bass player at the house band had moved Carter even got to squeeze in there. He had been taught both guitar and bass growing up, but when he played alone at the lounge it'd always been his faithful accoustic guitar Hans. He'd found the name fitting as he'd always been playing solo, a joke that got him many laughs as he thought of Star Wars.

Tonight he had been called in at the last minute because the guitarist had came down with the flu, or at least that is the excuse they had told the boss that morning. Carter had never been one to turn down a chance to perform though so he instantly accepted the invite and pulled Hans out for the day to work on some of his new material. He had been playing there long enough to know what the people liked and wanted to hear, so he usually stuck to covers and just tossed his own songs in here and there, but at least he'd gotten nothing but good reviews so that surely kept him going strong. Carter wasn't a genious when it came to coming up with lyrics though, so most of the time he'd just play melodies when he'd been without the right words.

Today had been no different, up on the stage he'd played the usual covers. A few songs from Green Day, a couple of Nickelback songs, and of course a Blink 182 cover of I miss you that he loved to play. At the end though he decided he'd give one of his melodies a shot, "Now this is a tune that I have had in my head for the longest time, and i'm having a hard time getting lyrics on paper but I still wanted to share this with you," He started to strum the guitar as a soft song started to float throughout the crowd. Carter closed his eyes as he got into the melody and knew that one day this would make the perfect love song. First you'd had your struggle that Carter made clear to all the people listening through the movement of his fingertips, and towards the middle of the song you could hear the slight tempo change as the tune shifted slightly into a more defined sound. He had figured the song was about love shining through after tragedy, but he just couldn't put it on paper.

He could have played forever but knew his time was ending, so he finished the melody and just grinned at the audience as they applauded, "If anyone out there's good with lyrics let me know, maybe we could work out a deal. My time here's almost done so i'm going to quit hogging the stage though, I think Monk's coming on next," He motioned towards the taller man in the back standing with a clarinet. He had to get out before that started to be played, "Thanks, you've been great." He stood and did the awkward bow he had to as he leant down to put his guitar back in the case before picking it up and jumping off the stage. He snaked his way around the crowd and out the side door breathing in the fresh air as he stretched his legs out. He was about to walk home when he heard a familiar sound and turned his attention to a man that'd been outside alone. "That sounds familiar," He pointed in the mans general direction as he stepped closer. "Is that-" it sounded almost like the tune he'd been playing inside but it couldn't be, could it? Carter had just barely played it for the first time infront of people.

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James had been wondering around for hours. It was raining outside. He really just needed time to think. He had his guitar strapped to his back as he walked through the park, his hood over his head. He walked closer into the more crowded area. Toward the coffee shop. They had hot chocolate there. James walked in and got a cup, seeing people playing on stage. Some sounds were familiar. Jacob listened to a lot of them, James could play all of them. But something was new. He didn't watch like everyone else. He listened as he walked out, and stood outside the slightly open window on the outside of the building. He sat cross legged, fixing his guitar and tuning it just as the song ended. James was blessed with memorizing songs the first time he hears them. He didn't take it as a blessing. Actually, he traded the ability to read for his music abilities. He didn't care much for it, though. He tuned his guitar a bit as he heard the stranger say his goodbyes on stage, and then someone began to play a new instrument. He lightly played the same tune that was played just a moment ago. It was right on, and just as smooth, as if he'd been watching Carter since he thought of the song.

James barely nodded as he played, staring at where his hand played the chords. He wasn't really focusing on his hands. Actually, he was focusing on the chords Carter played. The only time he stopped is when he heard someone speak. He blinked and looked up at them, completely froze. Crap. He hated getting caught. James stumbled to his feet, holding the neck of his guitar and keeping it against his leg as he stared over at the boy. James, though... He wasn't observant. He had no idea this was the boy who was just playing the tune he mimicked. James looked over his shoulder and back at the stranger. "Uh--... I-- Uh..." He took a hesitant step back and swallowed. What a difficult situation he managed to get into. James didn't think of himself as anything special. He just played guitar. It came to him. So what?



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Carter could have said hello and tried not to startle the man so much, but it was too late for that as Carter stood there watching the frozen person infront of him. He almost wanted to laugh at the expression, something like deer caught in headlights, but he kept a calm look on his face as he just watched the man while he stuttered through his words, "You alright?" He went and leant his guitar case up against the building as he ran his hands through his hair scratching the back of his neck, "That stool always leaves me with the stiffest neck and shoulders," Carter hated that damn stool but it was customary for the guitarists to sit there while playing. He noticed the mans hesitant step and was confused as he looked around trying to figure out the reason he'd been so skittish around him. "You okay?" He asked, almost same question as before but worded differently. He had never thought of himself as that frightening so couldn't understand what James was doing. His actions were absolutely confusing to Carter.

"I'm Carter, the one who made up that song you were just playing a minute ago," He pointed towards the guitar as the broadest smile came across his face. "I'm impressed, you been spying on me in the dorm?" He asked laughing to let the other know it'd been nothing more than a joke, and probably not the best after how nervous the other had seemed. "I'm just messing with you, you just did good. Damn good," He had to admit, someone that could learn his song that quick deserved all the praise in the world. "How'd you do it?" He asked curiously as he could hear that clarinet coming from the open window. "I don't see how people can listen to those, the sound makes my ears want to bleed." He had insulted an instrument without even considering the fact that it'd been one of the more popular choices around high school children. "You as good with lyrics as you are music?" He asked just keeping the conversation going as he knelt down until he'd almost been sitting on the ground as he looked at the mans guitar in his hands. He did not get any closer to him than he'd been though since it obviously wasn't something the other liked, but he could admire the instrument from afar at least. "What're you doing outside on a day like this anyhow?" He asked curiously glancing over at his guitar case which had still been propped against the building. He hated days like this where rain would threaten you around every turn.

"You must be cold out here," Carter looked back towards the door into the building before the other male, "You want me to get you a drink?" It's the least he could do for someone who could perfectly play his song after only a few minutes, or however long it'd taken him to get off stage and out the doors. "You know i've been playing that tune for ages and have yet to come up with a single line of lyrics, how fricken sad is that?" He groaned walking over and picking up the case from against the wall as he held it at his side. "One quick drink couldn't hurt, could it?" He had wanted to learn more about how the man had been such a fast learner behind the guitar most importantly.

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He nodded a little when he was asked if he was okay. the brisk air of the rain made his skin only more pale looking, but his nose was a bit red. He put his hands in his pockets, taking in a breath. When Carter asked if James had been spying on him, he shook his head quickly. Back in Detroit if he had been caught spying, or even suspected of spying, he'd get the living crap beaten out of him. "I'm... James..." He introduced himself after realizing he didn't after Carter did himself. It was a compliment when he went on about how good he was. Damn good. James half smiled, silently doubting himself. He didn't think he was that great.

When Carter asked how he did it, his half smile left and his eyes widened a bit. "Uh... I don't know." That was what James always said. I don't know. Jacob usually went off. 'you don't know? do you fucking know anything? are you that fucking stupid you stupid fuck?' James would reply 'I don't know.' Carter asked if he was good at lyrics, too. James blinked and thought a moment. "I write but... I don't sing." He admitted, looking down to avoid any awkward eye contact. James wrote, he wrote to no end. He wrote every day and, unless he was playing guitar, he was writing. He didn't like to read, but he had an OCD, and he had to write down every thought he had when he had the chance. This caused for some very nice poetry, which also led to lyrics. Though James was a hermit. He didn't share his thoughts or ideas. He never talked about it.

The question on what he was doing made him look up with a slight shiver. What was he doing? Seriously sometimes James thought he was the twin on drugs. He sighed and looked back at Carter, shrugging. James wasn't much for words, that much was obvious. He was a bit stunted when asked to have a drink though. "Uh..." He shrugged and nodded a little. "Sure, I guess." He agreed mostly because it was cold outside and he had lost most of the feeling in his slightly damp pants. He took a step closer, and looked at the case Carter had. James didn't have a case for his guitar. Actually, it was pretty beat up. But he'd had it since he was 17, when he could afford one. He looked back at Carter and then to the buildings doors." I probably have some lyrics that would fit the tune... But I don't know..." He walked to the door and opened it, looking back at Carter. The warmth of the building radiated outside as the cold air of Jersey rushed in. James took in a breath. It felt good.



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The first thing that Carter noticed about the other man had been his silence. Sometimes if someone was too quiet it'd freak him out, but most of the time he could talk enough for the both of them. He laughed as he watched the man for an answer about spying, "you do know I was joking right?" He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion before all expressions washed from his face as he'd heard the introduction. "James, alright, I think I could remember that one, it's simple enough." He grinned as he looked around at the still beauty of the rainy day. He was being truthful about the name though, he had a terrible memory and only the simplest of things usually would lodge themselves in there for him to remember.

"You don't know?" He had to laugh at the answer as he looked the other man over. His eyes stopped on the guitar as he looked at the usual wear and tear that came with it being played a lot. He knew this wasn't an instrument he'd just picked up yesterday and was only playing to enhance an image, and that alone gained Carter's admiration and respect. "You been able to do it for a while or is it something you just sort of picked up?" If he didn't exactly know how he could do that Carter figured he could work around the question and possibly get an answer that way. The talent that he'd possessed had been one that Carter could only dream to have. It usually took him quite some time to learn something and play it to perfection. "Well how about if you ever figure out some lyrics that'd fit i'd sing them for you up on that stage?" He was always up for making deals with people, "Or I could get my friend Tim too, gorgeous voice." He had loved his friends voice although the other talked down about it usually. "That is if you're into that sort of thing, it's cool if you're not though." He didn't know the man and didn't want to come off as a creep trying to cut a deal with him.

Carter wasn't used to being around someone so quiet so he'd almost expected him to turn the invitation down, but when he finally heard James accept he just grinned even wider and looked back towards the doors to the lounge, "We should probably head back in before we catch pneumonia," He chuckled though the thought of him getting sick frightened him. His voice would usually get affected and from there he'd have to fight to still be able to perform here. He walked behind the man and put his hand on the door as James was through as he followed behind, "see isn't this better? Well except for the music this time around of course," He nodded towards the stage where the man had been busy playing away with his clarinet. "Sorry if you're into this kind of music," he didn't want to offend but he'd had a strong opinion against this sound. They reached the counter and Carter nodded as the lady greeted from across, "Hot chocolate for me, oh and can you put some of that whipped cream topping on? What about you?" He asked glancing at James for his drink order, "Go ahead and pick whatever you want, it's on me." He had no problem spending his money on drinks for a newfound friend, or at least a musical genious it'd appear.

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Simple enough. James tightened his lips into a line and he almost boasted out his full name just to throw the boy off.James Matthew Luther Michael Watson. His own parents forgot his name multiple times. His own twin brother didn't know James' full name. He barely remembered it sometimes. Why would his parents give each twin three middle names? That's eight names they thought of in all. Crazy ass people. Instead of going through all of that explanation to Carter, James just zipped his lips.

Upon entering the building, James' cheeks flushed from being red and he was a pasty white color again. He was asked once by a girl if he was a vampire. It was a humorous time. He was with Jake and of course Jacob rolled along with it. He told her that yes, they were both vampires and they were going to get her. He got arrested. James was always there to bail out his brother, but it'd be sure nice if he never had to bail his twin brother out of jail. When Carter asked him if he had just picked it up, he shook his head. "I got my guitar a few years ago... And I could just... play. I don't know why or how. I can just play whatever I want. If I think about it, I can play it. If I like a tune I have to play it myself." His voice was probably just barely audible over the crowded buildings sounds. The air didn't still for one moment. There was movement behind him when he sat and that made him nervous. He disliked the factor his back was to the door. He never liked that. OCD, I suppose.

"Uh... I- I don't... I don't know." He looked around nervously when the subject of his lyrics went to being sung. That drove him over the edge of anxiety. He felt a cold sweat hit him and he shook his head. "You can see them but... I... Don't like them to be heard, really..." He leaned his elbows on the table and lowered his head for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. When Carter began to order, James looked up and then to Carter. "Uh, yeah... I--..." He looked at the person taking orders. "I'll have the same. But... No whipped cream." He looked over at Carter. James always looked like a frightened animal. Even if he was content, his eyes were wide with constant fear and anxiety. He sighed and shook his head, looking up at the stage. "I don't... care for this music. I don't listen to music, really. I just play."




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Carter felt so much warmer once indoors, even after only being out there for a few minutes he had practically frozen himself, so as he looked the other over he could not understand how he'd managed to stay outside for so long. Carter was somewhat of a pansy when it came to the weather though. You'd think that someone who has lived in NYC his entire life before coming here would be able to handle the colder climate, and yet he was the first to put seventeen layers on practically during the winter. People would always laugh at how foolish he looked but there was nothing he could do about that, it's as though his internet heater had been busted and he just couldn't fix it.

"You're luckier than most, even it took me a few years to learn the proper chords and shit." Carter had spent a good amount of his childhood with only his guitar. It had been the distraction while he was around his parents. "I wish it was that easy for everyone," he laughed some looking over at the newfound companion as they found a place to sit. "You nervous?" Carter asked as he took notice of the behavior James had been expressing. Maybe large crowds weren't this kids thing, but he had accepted the invitation inside so Carter couldn't understand. "So that means you liked my music?" Carter tried pushing the conversation further as he wore a thankful smile. He had hoped people would like it as it'd been new. He wished he could have gotten some lyrics to put with it but that would come soon, he couldn't rush it or it'd just sound like shit.

Carter shrugged some with that ever present grin still pressed against his lips, "Look, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything," he could tell that his suggestion was having that effect on him. He could hear the nerves pouring through in each of the words, or syllables for that matter, that the other way saying. "Completely understandable, i'd love to see them." He felt bad that he'd made the person so nervous as he sat there waiting to order his drink. "That sound better? Maybe your lyrics could give me some inspiration to write my own, crazier things have happened right?" He said that because it'd take a miracle for him to come up with the best lyrics. He'd been all about the music but he was not lyrical inclined at all. He wished he had though but that's where he failed. He listened as James ordered and when the woman went off he just leaned back in his chair getting comfortable, "Well you have to listen to something to like it enough to play it right?" He had hoped he wasn't scaring the boy too much, and he'd sure as hell hoped he wasn't being too forward.

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It didn't take a genius to figure out Carter, James thought. He watched as the boy spoke and asked questions. The boy was social. He needed social interaction with other people to get by and live. It was his life source. James wasn't like that. In fact, interacting with people was what he was taught to avoid. His father seemed embarrassed, and ashamed of him. He hid his son up in the attic where there was no heat and no electricity. A simple mattress and a small television that didn't really work was all James had. A mattress, a television, and his guitar. Actually, his brother gave him the guitar. At only fourteen years old, the guitar was out of their income range. But Jake had saved up a lot of money. James never knew how his brother made money before he even had a job, but somehow he had collected enough to buy his brother a guitar. A pity gift, some would say. Since Jake was the only one that stopped their father from going all out and hurting James beyond repair. Unfortunately it was too late for that. James' hand automatically rested on his right shoulder, where his worst, ugliest scar was from his dad letting a dog loose on him.

"you're luckier than most"
The sentence made James mind swirl. He had heard that before. The hospital would tell him he was lucky he had survived his last "car accident" or "fall down the stairs". Though, rarely he did end up in the hospital. His father refused to take him, and sometimes his mother would sneak him. They would lie to the hospital. Though they would take James in another room and ask him if he was being abused, he'd be too afraid to tell the truth. He shook his head 'no' when Carter asked if he was nervous. His big, always frightened eyes looked over into Carters when he asked if he liked his music. James nodded a little. 'It's smooth and original. I don't like when you can hear who they got their inspiration from." His lips firmed a bit and he looked down at his drink.

When he got his hot chocolate, he didn't bother to drink from it. Not yet, at least. It would be scalding hot. He watched it and stirred it with a spoon. "Actually... I don't really care what you do with my lyrics. It's not like I'd ever use them. You can sing them if you want. I don't care. But if you do..." He looked up from his hot chocolate, straight ahead of him, before looking back down. "Don't credit me. "




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Carter could tell that there was something slightly off with this boy, but he could not quite explain or understand it as he watched him. It seemed like the man was always deep in thought and nervous, those big bold eyes of his were distant and empty which lead Carter to believe that he'd had something else going on in his mind. He would not ask questions though, he couldn't because it'd be too invading and that just wasn't the person he was, but of course he could sit back and make random observations. He just didn't like not knowing what was going on because it made it harder to avoid whatever topics would set the other off, so he just tried to stick to music to keep things easy. Everyone had topics that it hurt to discuss, for Carter it had been his father and mothers disapproval, so maybe it had been something family related for James as well? He could make all sorts of random guesses but he'd never be certain.

He grinned as he looked up at the woman giving them their drinks as he thanked her, but soon his attention was focused back on the man sitting across from him with a cup infront of him as well. "Thanks, compliments like that mean a lot." He loved hearing that he'd had an original sound, it's something he had tried for so many times but he was always afraid that he'd sound too much like one band or another. "I play down here a lot, if you wanted to come check out some more shows that'd be awesome. I have a friend who comes to most all of them, his names Tim, i'm sure he wouldn't mind some company." He figured inviting him out again wouldn't be too bad, especially if he'd been such a fan of music, or at least that is the vibe that Carter had gotten since he'd heard him playing his song perfectly. "That is if you're ever bored and being around campus gets boring," he made the assumption that James had been a student just because he was young and looked to be around his age.

When he brought up the lyrics again Carter just laughed picking his cup up to bring it near his lips to blow on the top of it. "It's entirely up to you," he could understand someone not wanting to get their lyrics out there for the world, but at the last bit Carter was almost confused. If the man had written great lyrics he still wouldn't want the credit? That was something that Carter just couldn't understand, but instead of saying anything about it he kept his response to a single "deal," as he put the drink against his lips and took a quiet sip. It was still hotter than hell but Carter loved it, and after being outside for those few minutes he was already frozen to the bone. He was a pansy when it came to temperatures and body heat though, his friends mom would usually joke about how he must be cold blooded. "We're getting ahead of ourselves though, how about we just relax and enjoy the-" he would have said music but remembered the person who had been up on the stage. "Guitar the only thing you can play?" He asked, shifting the conversation as he looked towards the back where the lounge kept all their spare instruments for the house. He was contemplating bringing James back there to get away from this disastrous noise, but he wasn't sure if that'd freak the man out or make him nervous so he just stayed still for a bit longer.

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He knew the boy was watching him. As if trying to figure him out. Everyone did. Everyone stared at James as if he would just pop out of his shell if they kept watching. He sometimes felt like some sort of rare exhibit at the zoo and everyone wanted to know everything about it once they saw it. He looked down at his hot chocolate and drew in a deep breath. But when Carter began talking about a friend of his, James looked over at him. He didn't want company. That's why he was playing outside, and not up on stage. He didn't like the attention. But James didn't have a voice. He never spoke up. Nobody knew if what they were doing was enjoyable or not to James.

Carter seemed quite the opposite of James. This boy probably had a nice family, a nice home and money. He probably didn't have to worry if he'd be around the next week or if one of his family members would find him and murder him. James tucked down a little and watched the steam from his hot chocolate, still listening to Carter. He slowly nodded a little when Carter made the deal with James that he wouldn't credit the writer. James would do anything to get away from attention. Even if it meant someone else could take credit for the lyrics of their song.

Carter had begun to say something, but stopped himself. It almost made James wish he was listening. But now he was. Now his attention was full on Carter. He was looking at the boy. That was when Carter asked if he played anything else. James half-shrugged. "um.. I can play piano as good as guitar, but I don't have one." He looked down and took a cautious sip of his hot chocolate. It tasted like warm water to James. He made a somewhat disappointed face and looked back at Carter. "I have a twelve string guitar I can play, too. But that draws a lot of attention." His voice just barely raised over the sound level of the noisy room.




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Carter could tell that the man wasn't that into conversation, but that didn't stop him from talking at all. If anything he figured he'd need to talk more to make up for the lack of replies on James side. He could do it though, hell if needed Carter could probably carry on an entire conversation with just himself, but thankfully it hadn't come to that yet. There was something about James though, an almost childlike innocence as he did hear him say a few things, so of course Carter had became curious and wanted to know more about him. He knew the words would come on his own terms and he could not force him, so if anything he just had to sit around and buy his time until James became less nervous.

"Yeah, even if you did I don't think you'd be able to lug it around quite like that guitar," he joked some about the piano as he looked at the guitar his newfound companion had with him. "Looks like she's seen a few power ballads in her time," he mentioned just so the conversation wouldn't stall as he could see the normal wear and tear on the instrument. "She your first? There's nothing like that first guitar, the sound will never be able to be matched, the quality never as good and-" he stopped talking and shrugged, "well i'm sure you get where i'm going with all this right?" Nothing could beat that first guitar, not in his opinion anyway.

He noticed the face and sighed, "not their best cup?" He asked casually as he took a sip of his own and it didn't taste half bad, "Do you want me to get another one so it at least tastes better?" He let his head fall back as he laughed when the 12 string had been mentioned, "I could see where that'd turn some heads, I don't think i've ever even tried playing one of those things. It hard?" Carter did not have the patience to learn more strings, he'd focused all of his time and attention on learning the bass and guitar. Those were the only two that people really cared to listen to so he figured it'd be the best option. "You know there's a piano in the back, it's been here since the stone age I bet but it still plays beautifully. I could take you back there if you wanted to give it a shot?" Carter did not know what he should do with James but he hoped he'd figure out something so he could at least hear him a little better.

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James let out a huff of air when Carter joked about lugging around a piano. It was a little huff out his nose, James' way of laughing humorlessly. His hands stayed around the cup of cocoa, keeping them warm. He nodded a little when Carter asked if it was his first guitar. He was raising money for a new one, actually. Though it was hard to raise money when you can't take the likes of the public. He didn't even really notice he made a face when he drank the cocoa. James never noticed his expressions. It sometimes got him in trouble. He looked over at Carter when he offered to get a new cup and shook his head quickly. "No, no. I'ts... It's okay. " He took a drink, almost like an action to be reassuring.

Though to James' relief, Carter began to speak about the 12 string guitar. The boy asked if it was hard. James looked at him and shook his head a little. "I don't know... I don't think it is. Others do, though." He explained, shrugging a little. When Carter brought up the piano, James' interest strung onto the boy, and he looked at him. It wasn't hard to tell he wanted to play the piano. Oh god he wanted to play it. James had heard so many songs since he last touched a piano and he hadn't been able to play them. It was killing him. He had his journal in his guitar case, too. That meant he had his song sheets written. He leaned a bit toward Carter with big, innocent, hopeful eyes."Really? Do you think... I mean... Would it be okay? Right now?"




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Although the other had been quiet at least he was getting a response out of him, so it just meant that Carter's full attention had to be on James so he could follow along in the conversation, or lack thereof because James was ultimately too nervous. He grinned when he answered his question about if it'd been his first, he usually was really good at telling these things and the way the boy clung to the guitar he could tell right off. It wasn't a bad thing though, Carter still played his first guitar all of the time, but throughout the years he has picked up a few new ones here and there.

He laughed as he watched the man take a drink and he just shrugged before nodding, "If you say so," He wasn't going to force him to get another one if he didn't want it, but he just wanted to put that out on the table that it's something he would do if he needed. He was all about helping others, even if it were something as minor as getting another cup of hot chocolate that at least had tasted sweeter and more chocolatey. "I don't have the patience to learn those extra strings, i'd end up just playing some mashed up noise and saying it was music." Granted he was sure he could find someone who had liked it, and if not at least his friend Tim probably would have lied and said he did.

Carter, after mentioning the piano, could already see a change in the male across from him and that had him grinning. He knew all it took would be to find some common ground or something that had interested him, and apparantly that had been it as he asked about playing. Carter looked around and motioned that he'd be right back as he got up from the table and side-stepped around a few people so he could get to a man standing in the corner. He talked and motioned over towards the table before coming back and nodding, "I just had to get the okay but he said it's all yours back there," Luckily even if James played nobody would be able to hear at him so he wouldn't have to feel nervous or anything. He picked his drink up from the table and took another sip, "Ready for the tour?" He joked as he walked around a few people and started towards the back.

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When Carter left, James took a sip, watching where Carter went. His body language was much different now. Music was the only thing that kept him off his mind of his past, and it made him truly happy(of course this is still before him and Dorian began to date). When Carter returned, his eyes, instead of fearful and confused, were like a child's. Big and innocent, but hopeful. When Carter nodded, his lips, now pink from the heat of his beverage, turned up at the corners in a little smile.

"Ready for the tour?" James watched Carter a second, taking a final drink of his hot chocolate and nodded, standing. He looked at Carter again, almost forgetting how tall he was compared to his new companion. He kept on his little smile and stepped closer to him. "I haven't played for a while, though. I might not be as good as I usually am." He rubbed his nose once and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'll have to do a warm up song." Instantly he began to flip through all of the songs he's been hearing. Most of the were through movies, others were just really popular songs that he'd heard during school.




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He was glad the boy had seemed happier as he stood up after drinking his last sip, and he watched as he grabbed his guitar while Carter took his drink with him sipping it as they moved through the crowd. He probably would have freaked out if someone would have bumped him and caused the hot liquid to strike his body, but luckily he had been carefully and had made it through the maze of seats and people without so much as spilling a drop. "Well that wasn't so hard," he chuckled making a joke as he made sure James was right behind him still.

He glanced at the man that he'd spoken too and grinned giving him a nod as the two passed and Carter opened up a door into the back that'd read [STAFF ONLY] on it, but since he'd played there a lot they did consider him staff, especially since his skills had been used in the house band on quite a few occassions. He wasn't bragging or anything but it was nice to get that opportunity while still in high school, though the band was nowhere as impressive as some of the big acts today, but they still did pack the house and put on a good show on the weekends usually when other entertainment hadn't been booked.

"Got any in mind?" He asked completely ignoring that the man had said he might not be as good. Lucky for Carter he'd never heard him before so he wouldn't be able to make that comparison, and plus if he was anything like the guitar he didn't think the other would have too much of a problem playing. "Louie, well his names Louis but Louie just sounds cooler, is usually the one that's back here banging away at the keys. For an old gal she still plays like a beauty, she actually one of the original instruments still around from when the place opened a while ago." Of course she had gone through some repairs and had been rather beat up, but you couldn't find a sound better than hers in Carter's opinion.

"That's just the um, well I guess you'd call them dressing rooms. The local talent comes in here and just tosses their shit for a while while they're up on stage, it's not anything fancy at all though." He shrugged as they passed and entered a large room where the piano sat in the back corner. "Do you have a case for her?" He asked referring to the guitar that James had been with. He hated seeing guitars without cases, it was almost like they were naked when not being played, so if he hadn't Carter could find him one around here. A case was a guitarists best friend, it ensured that nothing would happen to the guitar itself while being moved around and such.

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