When Musicians Meet Who: Janna and Remy Where: Beat Records When: Monday, November 29th
Being a musician, it should come as no surprise to see Remy Benoit at one of the local record stores. It was a two story building that had Records, CD's, band related paraphernalia, some instruments, and private listening booths. He was currently looking at the new Hayley James CD, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt with his blonde hair slicked back. The occasional person would come up to talk to him, or ask for an autograph, but he didn't seem to mind the attention. He smiled faintly as he looked over the woman's song-list. She certainly was interesting, wasn't she?
A young, dark haired woman stepped out of one of the private listening booths in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt with Fender in white across the front and pair of black leather boots. The vinyl recording she had been listening to had been left in the booth as the Indie artist really wasn't up to her taste. With still a few minutes left to spare before she had to leave to go meet her brother, Janna made her way toward the wide staircase that would take her upstairs to where the slim selection of instruments and accessories were located.
Which, incidentally, was where Remy headed as well, CD in hand. He'd been considering taking up another instrument recreationally, if only to pass the time when he was alone. He was actually looking at a harmonica before glancing up and spotting Janna. He couldn't help it but comment on her shirt: "I like your shirt, cher."
Janna almost gave a snort at that comment. Almost. The shirt was an old one. One of those pieces of clothing that were just too comfortable, and wearable, to give away. One that could be tossed on at a moments notice to go nowhere in particular. Janna instead replied with a proper response. "Thanks." She said even allotting the man a smile as she moved past him a few short paces to wear the guitar accessories were located.
His eyes followed her curiously. It wasn't often that a girl blew him off. In fact, he couldn't recall the last time that HAD happened. Faltering slightly, he placed the harmonica back down, thinking that he might have less difficulty with another stringed instrument. Maybe a Mandolin, or a Ukulele? He smiled faintly as he set the Hayley James CD down and picked up a blue Uke and plucked a few chords to one of his favourite NIN songs.
While she was looking over the guitar pics, Janna still managed to catch sight of the guy from her peripheral vision and couldn't help but comment, without giving him a direct look, about his choice of instrument and song. "If you would've started playing Tip Toe Through The Tulips, I would have been greatly disappointed." She remarked finding humor in the whole thing.
"Oh, I considered it. But that wouldn't have gone over well with me Rock Star image now, would it?" He replied with a smile, actually glancing left and right to gauge any witnesses before playing the start of the song she mentioned and easily going back into NIN as someone came into sight. Looks like he had a sense of humor about himself just as much as anyone else, huh?
She looked over toward him then. "And you would have chanced loosing your female fan base." Janna commented back before a half, breathy laugh slipped out when the guy actually played a little bit of the song she mentioned a brief moment before. It was a song her father always jumped into when trying to cheer her up, hence why she always seemed to find amusement with the piece.
He chuckled and glanced down then, "Which, I'll freely admit is ALL of my fan base. Apart from a few males of a … certain persuasion, of course." He made sure to set the uke back exactly where he got it before glancing back up and smiling when he realized that it was the girl he had spoken to briefly a moment ago.
"Well, those of questionable persuasion spend money just as well, maybe even better, then girls do. And forgive me if I should be recognizing you, but I'm pulling a complete blank." If he were famous or a semi famous musician, Janna was failing terribly at recognizing the man.
"That's alright, cher," he replied. It was actually nice to meet someone who DIDN'T recognize him, honestly. "My name is Remy. What's yours?" He smiled charmingly.
"Janna." She said in return and politely offering her hand out to the man. At least the man's feathers hadn't gotten ruffled by someone actually stating they didn't know him.
It might have bothered him when he was high, but then again, when he was high, most things did. The person he was now, however, didn't ruffle easy. In fact, he took most things like water to a duck's back these days. "It's lovely to meet you."
"So, what band did you say you played with again?" Janna questioned with a glance back over to the guitar pics. If the man felt he should be recognizable, then Janna wanted to know just how recognizable, and then there was the fact that she was interested in hearing just what kind of music he played. Surely they would have a CD somewhere in the store that she'd be able to listen to.
"I didn't," he replied, smiling all the same. "I'm the lead guitarist for Eternal Embrace." If she happened to find the CD, then she'd see him on the cover right next to Natalie. Funnily enough, while Natalie thought that he was the major draw-card for the band, he happened to think that SHE was. Then again, he always felt that way.
"Sounds vaguely familiar." Janna commented back as she pulled a red tortoise shell pic out from among the others available. Maybe she had heard the name mentioned by Ben or Skylar, or maybe it was one of the groups her brother seemed to have gotten into since their arrival in L.A.
"Do you play locally?" She asked with a smile shifting her full attention once more to the guy she was chatting with since she now had what she came for.
"Sometimes. Nationally, more often than not." He'd like to do a World Tour himself soon, but... Natalie had ties here and he didn't want to disrupt that, as sad as it sounds. He tilted his head to the side as she watched her pick the... well, pic. "What instrument do you like to play?"
"Bass is my main, though I'm quite competent with acoustic." She answered smiling to the guy. Here in L.A. her guitar was her main escape at the moment, back in Chicago she had a band to play with, something she lacked here in the City of Angels.
"I'd very much like to hear that," he replied with a smile. While most people would have saw that (or anything he said, really) as an attempt to get into a woman's pants, he truly meant what he said, as he always did. It saved from complications down the track.
"Maybe we could jam together sometime? You have quite the way with a Uk, so I'm thinking you might have more talent with something more manly." Of course she was teasing the man with her Uk comment as was evident in the grin that curved her lips.
He chuckled, "I'm very good with guitar. And I'd like that." He would. It would be a nice departure from spending time alone, or time in bars trying not to be alone. "When and where would you like to do that, cher?"
"Why don't I let you pick the when and where." She smiled. Unless of course his when was at night and the where was to be his apartment or house or wherever the man lived, then all bets would be off. Just because she was kind of liking the guy didn't mean Janna was looking to get down and dirty with him after one brief encounter.
"When... next Saturday afternoon, around midday? Where? Hrmh." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps somewhere along the beach? I'm told that I could use some more sun." He chuckled.
"Okay, and this is probably going to go straight to your head and feed your ego, but have to say I disagree with them, unless you're the type that prefers a deep, dark tan." Janna voicing her opinion with a smile. "But Saturday afternoon at the beach I think could be workable."
"Generally, no," he replied with a smile. "Could you imagine me being overly tanned?" He rather preferred being a little on the pale side, if he were being honest. "Wonderful. Shall we exchange numbers, just to be on the safe side?"
"Are you trying to hint that I'd pull a no show?" The dark haired were questioned with a grin as she found a pen and paper on which to write her name and number down.
"Not at all," he replied with a chuckle. "But life has a nasty habit of getting in the way sometimes, cher." He found a pen and a tattered receipt and wrote down his number as well, before handing it to her.
"It does have a tendency to do just that." She conceded tucking away the piece of receipt with his number on it. "Hopefully, though, it won't interfere on Saturday." She said hoping that would hold true.