Scene {Indie & Emo} | Ian & Evan Rose (pseudoelitism) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-23 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | emo, johnny rebel |
Who: Johnny Reb and Emo (and Mark, within earshot)
What: Phone call.
When: Sunday evening.
Where: Outside a restaurant in Little Rock/Emo and Johnny's house in Memphis.
Warning: Swearing, sexuality.
Phone call from Johnny to Emo - Sun, Nov 22, around 8:30 PM.
*Emo's phone rings, it's a surprisingly-not-annoying ringtone of Welcome to the Black Parade*
Emo:
*answering* You better not be calling from the road, darling...
Johnny:
Well hello to you too, boy. Of course I ain't callin' from the road. You think I got a death wish or something? I'm outside the restaurant.
Emo:
Good, if you wrecked my car I'd have to do unpleasant things to you. Finished dinner, then? How'd everything go?
Johnny:
It was... good. We got on better than we have in years. And he told some reporter I'm his son. Then he told me the media were gonna be all up in my business. Thought you oughta know.
Emo:
That's gre-- wait, what? *groans* Fuck. I mean... fuck about the media, not about your dad...
Johnny:
*still pleased* Also, I'm changin' my last name back to Harden. And gettin' a new license to match. Can I use the house as my legal residence?
Emo:
Are you, really? *a little happier* That's really great! And yeah, you can use the house. Your name is on all the paperwork anyhow. *pauses* Shit... I'm gonna... call the bank and have my name taken off the paperwork. And then I'm going to have Indie pull some strings and make it look like it was never there in the first place.
Johnny:
But... it's your house. You bought it. Why would you do that?
Emo:
Because I know how the public thinks. We can be roommates without shacking up together but if they find out that we own a house together, there's not a snowball's chance in Hell that we'll be able to keep saying we're not together, you know.
Johnny:
Then take my name off the papers for the apartment. You own one and I'll own the other. It's fair.
Emo:
That was kind of what I was thinking about doing anyhow. Even though all the paperwork is actually the other way around right now. It makes more sense for you to have, legally, the big house in the South than it does for me to have it. *pause* Shit. I really need to make about a half dozen phone calls right now. This is kinda... bittersweet in that it's great for you that your dad is publicly acknowledging you and a bit fuck you to Malcolm at the same time, but... not so great in that I now need to make sure that neither one of us gets outed in the process.
Johnny:
*less pleased* Course you do. Makes sense. Guess we won't be more... public, here anymore.
Emo:
I wouldn't have thought that you would be unhappy with that fact.
Johnny:
I was trying. You said you wanted it and I was trying.
Emo:
And I do still want it! But I mean... I know the cost isn't worth it to you. *short pause* Guess this means you're spending a lot more time with Emma, huh?
Johnny:
It means nothin', dumbass. You think I'm gonna let a couple of nosy media-types dictate my life? Fuck it, I need more whiskey. We're not goin' anywhere until Thanksgiving.
Emo:
*murmurs* Just trying to make things easier on you, is all.
Johnny:
Ain't nothin' ever been easy in my life. If it's what I gotta deal with so's my dad admits to being my dad, I can manage. It's them messin' around in your life is what bothers me.
Emo:
I can handle all that. I just need to call my manager and let him know what's going on - make sure I have complete control of approving every media anything that me, my immediate family or the band does until the immediate interest blows over. And a halfway decent cover for why you're even with us in the first place might be good too.
Johnny:
Sounds like a hell of a lot of extra work to me. Which is all my fault.
Emo:
No, not really. I already approve all of the interviews for myself and the band and I can trust Indie to use good judgment on this matter. I'm just going to need to change my default media contract to include a clause that requires them to let me view the finished product of all print and media publications before they go to print or to air. And don't you dare say anything is your fault! This is really great for you, we just need to... to get some paperwork squared away if you don't want everyone to know you have a boyfriend.
Johnny:
*pauses* It ain't such a big deal if everyone knows about me bein' like that. I'm just some television guy's kid; they'll find somethin' more interestin' to talk about real soon. But you said you ain't ready for everyone to know about you. So all that paperwork... it's all up to you.
Emo:
Oh. ...Really? *suppressed glee* I uhm. Well no, you know. Think about your surrogate family - about Jesse, you know. I can't see that going over well. Though I assume Malcolm will find out eventually and I'll have to punch him in the face, as a girl. But no, just enough paperwork so legally the house here is yours and there's nothing really glaringly obvious that those vultures will latch on to. And from there we'll just do what we've been doing - keeping everything relatively low-key. I'll just have to pull you into a few more dark corners to kiss you, that's all. And that's kind of exciting.
Johnny:
I am not lettin' you punch Malcolm in the face when you're a girl! *sighs* Reckon you're right, though. There's some folks I count real close who wouldn't take it real well. Do whatever needs doin'... and we'll just see who's pullin' who into dark corners, yeah? I believe somethin' was said about how much control I get.
Emo:
*chuckles* If you say I can't punch Malcolm, I won't. Even though it would be entirely too amusing. I'm gonna go at least send an email to my manager and let him know what's up. I promise I won't go overboard or anything like that, just... want to make sure no bridges get burned now that things are starting to go well for you - and for us. And we'll further examine this control thing when you get home, hm? Someone's sister decided that she'd rather be at bars all night tonight...
Johnny:
Like I said, do what needs doin'. I just don't want you to get dragged into this mess. *pauses, followed by the sounds of a car door opening and the key being put in the ignition* Did she, now? Mighty convenient timing, that is. I oughta buy that girl somethin' pretty to encourage her to get out more. For her own benefit, 'course. I should be home soon.
Emo:
It's a mess I've very nearly been dragged through before, don't worry about it. I can handle this without even losing track of what's happening on TV right now. And my advice for Izzy is costume jewelry - shiny and cheap, just like her. *pauses* Oh, and Johnny... drive safe, but fast. Don't make me get started without you. Though hell, for all I know you might like walking in on that.
Johnny:
If you're sure then. And you ain't allowed to start without me, boy, you hear? If you do, you'll be endin' it by yourself too, and then everyone'd be irritable. I'll be there by ten. *he hangs up*