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smackenzieIt didn't take much - he practiced every chance he got - and three minutes later he'd put on his jacket, clipped the neck strap to his saxophone and slung it around his neck, and headed out to take his place on the Bluebird's little blue-lit stage.
The Bluebird was not a big place, so it didn't have a big stage. It was also dim, and the blue lights Joaquin had trained on the stage made the boys look a little washed out and dead, according to Teddy.
"We look like we're underwater or something," he said. "We oughta wear merman costumes some night, put seaweed in our hair or something."
Scott said no. Sam said no. Teddy pouted. Scott and Sam won that round.
Tonight they were all wearing charcoal-colored suits and white shirts and variously patterned ties (Sam's had fish on it, for Teddy), and the blue lights gave their shirts a faint blue cast. At least they were used to it.
Sam paused in the hallway to fish his dad's ring out from under his shirt and kiss it, then stuffed it back under and went out to the stage. Scott was standing with his bass, plucking strings again, and Teddy was coming back from the front door.
"I know why no one's here," he said. "It's pouring rain."
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total words: 9,141
(i just wanted to hit 9,000 before i went to bed.)
The Bluebird was not a big place, so it didn't have a big stage. It was also dim, and the blue lights Joaquin had trained on the stage made the boys look a little washed out and dead, according to Teddy.
"We look like we're underwater or something," he said. "We oughta wear merman costumes some night, put seaweed in our hair or something."
Scott said no. Sam said no. Teddy pouted. Scott and Sam won that round.
Tonight they were all wearing charcoal-colored suits and white shirts and variously patterned ties (Sam's had fish on it, for Teddy), and the blue lights gave their shirts a faint blue cast. At least they were used to it.
Sam paused in the hallway to fish his dad's ring out from under his shirt and kiss it, then stuffed it back under and went out to the stage. Scott was standing with his bass, plucking strings again, and Teddy was coming back from the front door.
"I know why no one's here," he said. "It's pouring rain."
words: 175
total words: 9,141
(i just wanted to hit 9,000 before i went to bed.)
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Date: 2002-11-03 08:41 pm (UTC):-)
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Date: 2002-11-03 08:47 pm (UTC)