who ? Jareth Dorny, Andrew Kirke, and Marlene McKinnon when ? Monday 27th February, afternoon [backdated] where ? IDK Studios what ? Jareth’s audition for Pretty Fixation status ? Completed in GDocs
Jareth was nervous as he made his way to the studio address that he had been given for the audition, both his guitar and his new keyboard over his shoulders. It wasn’t so much about the audition itself - he was confident in his own musical abilities, and this was really more for something to do with himself, but he was a little uncertain about seeing Andrew. Since his Return, the only people he had interacted with whom had known him before he died were his parents, which both hadn’t gone excessively well and was an entirely different kettle of fish than someone he had been friends (with sometimes benefits) with at Hogwarts. Not to mention, for him, Hogwarts had only been a few weeks ago, whereas for Andrew it had been nearly nine years. Jareth just wasn’t entirely sure how that interaction was going to go, though at least Andrew had seemed nice enough and not freaked out about it when Jareth had written.
At the very least, he was prepared for the musical portion of this interaction. Once he had managed to get the kittens off his keyboard, he’d practiced and played through a few different pieces before deciding on one for today. The guitar had been a little harder, if only because he had spent the last few weeks writing his own music for that instrument, but he thought it would be better to perform something that was at least somewhat well-known. But eventually he had managed to pick something, and even though it had kept him up a little later than usual, it was worth it to feel good about his songs.
Arriving at the building, he was directed through a series of hallways to the room he was supposed to be playing in. Jareth took one last deep breath before knocking and poking his head inside. “Hello?” he called out, just in case.
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Finally, finally, Andrew was starting to feel like Pretty Fixation might actually be going somewhere. He'd asked Marlene to join, sent her some of Gulliver's Dragon's music and she'd accepted. Even before the moment she showed up at the studios to help Andrew manage the auditions, his energy and mood had been up. There were still shit auditonees, of course, but Andrew and Marlene were able to laugh about them rather than Andrew feeling like he was losing hope with each and every one. He was looking forward to seeing Jareth too, of course. They'd been good friends, both musical in the same kind of way, and Andrew had been grief-stricken when he'd returned to Hogwarts after his year away to hear his friend had been killed in the battle. Naturally, he'd not expected that to suddenly change. It was weird, but Andrew thought it was good weird.
After three dreadful auditions in a row, Marlene had declared her intention to go and get coffee, and Andrew had waved her off. It was only a few minutes later that Jareth poked his head around the door and Andrew stood up. Jareth, unsurprisingly, looked pretty much unchanged from when Andrew had last seen him. So unchanged it was a little unnerving, like he was more a ghost than a real person. Andrew had to wonder how weird it was for him, too, to see Andrew very definitely looking nine years older (if still in good physical condition, thank you very much). "Jareth!" He left his seat to go to the door, tugging it open the rest of the way and then pausing. "Do we hug?" he asked, offering Jareth a somewhat sheepish smile. "Is that weird?"
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“Everything is weird these days,” Jareth said, grinning, because it was, at least for him. Maybe not everything, but a lot of things, at least, and seeing someone he’d gone to school with looking like an actual adult while Jareth was still a teenager after being magically resurrected from his death definitely counted. He had learned to just accept it and move on, because there really wasn’t anything he could do to make it any less awkward.
“Show me where to put my stuff, and I will definitely take a hug,” he answered as he stepped inside the room the rest of the way. Physical affection, even something as simple as a platonic hug, had been a little lacking in the four weeks Jareth had been back, so he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.
“I thought Marlene was going to be here,” he commented, though he supposed he could have been wrong in that assumption. But he had liked Marlene, had enjoyed the near-instantaneous connection they had had over having been dead and music, so he had been looking forward to seeing her again.
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Andrew made a sympathetic face. "It must be." He couldn't imagine coming back and seeing his friends suddenly a decade over, not to mention that if he'd missed the last nine years he'd have missed meeting Evan - which was not something Andrew wanted to think about. It had been weird enough when a gone-off headache potion had made Andrew forget five years of his life for a couple of hours. "Is there anything I can do to make it less weird?"
When Jareth asked where to put his stuff, Andrew waved a hand at the small performance area to one side of the table he'd been sat behind. "Are you auditioning for both?" he asked with a slight chuckle. He could certainly understand loving more than one instrument - though once Andrew had found drums he'd known that was it for him, at least as far as performing went. Once Jareth had put his things down, Andrew moved into his space to give him a tight hug. He really didn't know what to say about grieving Jareth's death, or being glad he was back, so he let the hug speak for him.
"She just stepped out for coffee," he said, once he'd pulled back. "Trust me, we needed it." He waved at the chair Marlene had vacated, the one behind the table rather than the one for auditionees in front of it. "You wanna sit til she gets back?"
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“Convince someone to create the magical equivalent of the Internet?” Jareth offered teasingly. He felt pretty good about how much he had caught up on the Muggle world, mostly because of the Internet - smartphones were an amazing invention, what with the ability to look up anything at anytime - but he still felt a little behind on a lot of things magic-related. A little more seriously, he shrugged and said, “Sometimes I need explanations - things everyone else is used to but that I have no context for.” He didn’t think Andrew was the type to make fun of him for it knowing something, though the people who did were usually quick to change their attitudes when he made it clear his reason for the lack of knowledge was having been dead.
“Yup. I would have brought the violin too, but I ran out of hands to carry things with,” Jareth answered, only half joking. Though he also didn’t really think that there would have been much need for that particular instrument in a band. He hugged Andrew back just as tightly - it was good to see that he had made it out of the war unscathed, because he still had a hard time adjusting to the fact that it had ended years ago instead of the few weeks it felt like to him.
Shaking his head at the offer of a seat, Jareth responded, “No, I’m good, thanks.” He probably should have started setting up, but talking with Andrew was a little more appealing in that moment. “I would ask how you’ve been, or what’s new, but that seems silly, trying to cover that much time,” he said with a smile. “So maybe I’ll just ask what you’ve been up to recently.”
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"Well, there's the journals," Andrew offered. "It's not quite as useful as the internet, but I know Marlene was asking people to explain things to her." He nodded when Jareth's tone turned more serious. "I don't think I'm very good at explaining things," he said honestly, "but I can try." Andrew tended to have, at best, a surface-level understanding of most things that weren't music, which didn't make him the best candidate for answering any deeper questions.
Andrew laughed, shaking his head. "I do have things here," he pointed out, gesturing to his own keyboard which was set up on the 'stage' area. He fully understood wanting to have your own instruments for an audition, but hey'd figured bringing some for anyone not quite so discriminating couldn't be a bad idea.
Trying to figure out what he'd been up to 'recently', Andrew snorted. "A hell of a lot, it feels like," he said. Honestly, it had been a tumultuous six months and he wasn't sure where to begin. He didn't want to overwhelm Jareth with information. "My old band broke up before Christmas, and it's taken me this long to find one person I'm happy with." He gestured to the empty chair where Marlene would be sitting. "Though I did go on a ten day holiday, so that got in the way a bit." He scratched his jaw. "I found out I have a half-sister," he offered. It wasn't as weird as coming back from the dead, but it was still weird.
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Jareth grinned at the mention of the journals, and said, “I did discover those! They’re pretty nifty, even if half the time I have no idea who I’m talking to.” Not that something that trivial really mattered to him, because Jareth would talk to anyone about anything these days. He shrugged at Andrew’s comment, because after all, “Any explanation is better than none at all.” And once he had a basic understanding, he could always find out more later about things he wanted more information on.
Just hearing Andrew laugh made Jareth chuckle along with him, even before he saw the keyboard that was already set up. With a tiny roll of his eyes, he asked, mostly rhetorically, “Would you go to any audition without your own drum set?”
Listening carefully as his friend - he was pretty certain there wasn’t going to be a former before that word, even if things weren’t going to be exactly the same as they were before - explained about his old band and the new one, Jareth smirked as he commented, “Nice to see you’re still as musically discerning as I remember.” Not that that was to say that Jareth himself was any different, because if anything he was worse, and music had been the first thing they had bonded over. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he asked curiously, “Where’d you go on holiday?” The last holiday he had taken had been very shortly after he had started Hogwarts, and he probably hadn’t appreciated it at the time as he would now. Maybe going somewhere new was something to consider, what with his second chance at life and all that.
Jareth felt both his eyebrows shoot upwards when Andrew said he had found out about a half-sister. “That’s... interesting? Do I say congratulations? Cause that feels a little awkward,” he said. “Do you like her, at least?”
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"Me too," Andrew said with a laugh. "There's a spell so you can see pictures, but even then I don't always know who people are." He shrugged. Before Gulliver's Dragons had really become famous, Andrew had enjoyed talking to random people on the journals, throwing open his house for parties. Now, he had to be more careful, but he still enjoyed reading people's posts, even when he didn't know who they were. "I'm happy to explain as much as I can."
He shook his head in response to Jareth's question. "No," he said. "Of course not." Magic meant it was a lot easier to cart his drums around than it would be otherwise, and Andrew was grateful for that. "Not everyone's as prepared as we are." Not everyone had the funds, after all.
At the reminder of their first band together, Andrew chuckled. "Much more so," he said. Crown Flight had been what every other teenage band was, he now realised, even if at the time he'd thought it likely they were going to be the next big pop sensation. "Uzbekistan," he answered, with a smile, knowing it was an unusual holiday destination. "With my boyfriend. It was gorgeous."
Jareth's obvious surprise drew a sympathetic nod from Andrew. "Yeah, that's how I felt when it happened," he said. "My dad, after he left…" He shrugged. Even after nine years, he didn't talk much about his parents to anyone outside Evan and - now - Elise. "He never told them about me, either, so it was a surprise all around." And that still hurt, but Andrew wasn't dwelling on it. "I do," he said. "She's sweet. She wants us to be close, you know? She's got another brother so she's more used to it than I am." In as much as anyone could be used to a surprise sibling.
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“Thanks,” Jareth said with a smile when Andrew said he would explain what he could. “I appreciate all the help I can get these days.” He nodded at the concept that not everyone was as prepared as they were, because he knew not everyone who played an instrument had the same obsessive drive that he did.
“Well, I certainly hope I’m up to your standards,” Jareth commented with a smile, and though with his tone it might have sounded like a joke, he was completely serious. He had thrown himself into his music again once he’d woken up from being dead, and without much else to distract him, it had definitely taken up the majority of his time ever since.
Jareth’s face contorted at Andrew’s answer, confusion writ plain on his face. “Not the answer I was expecting,” he said. “I’m glad to hear you had fun, even though I’m not really certain why you would have chosen Uzbekistan in the first place.” Who knew, he’d been dead nine years, maybe Uzbekistan was a very popular tourist spot now.
Listening while Andrew explained a bit of his family situation, Jareth nodded his understanding, and said, “I’m glad she’s nice. Any more drama and you’ll have your own personal soap opera going on.”
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Andrew hoped Jareth was up to his standards too, because telling him he couldn't be in the band seemed like a truly shit way to attempt to rekindle a friendship. He would though, because Pretty Fixation was too important to him not to give it the absolute best shot. "Want to show me what you can do?" he asked, grinning. "Marlene said she's already heard you, so I'm sure she won't mind."
He laughed at Jareth's confusion. "Don't worry," he said. "This isn't a you having missed nine years thing, it's just a 'my boyfriend has unusual taste in holidays' thing. There was a factory and a train, and that's really all he needed." Elise had been just as confused about their choice, but Uzbekistan really had been far more gorgeous than Andrew had anticipated.
Andrew snorted slightly at being told he could have his own personal soap opera. "Hopefully it's time for it to calm down," he agreed.
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Jareth grinned back, more than ready - as always - to play some music. Admittedly, he didn’t usually have much, if anything, riding on a performance, but he was confident in his own abilities. And if he wasn’t was Andrew was looking for, that was fine too, it wasn’t as though he’d be heartbroken if his friend wanted something different. “Absolutely,” he said with an enthusiastic nod.
“Your boyfriend sounds like a very interesting guy,” he commented as he walked back over to where he had put his guitar down. “I’d like to meet him sometime.”
Popping open the latches on the case, Jareth threw the strap around his neck and adjusted it to the right length, though it didn’t take much. He did one quick scale, made a minor adjustment of the A string and looked back at Andrew before saying, “Just say the word.”
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'Interesting' was certainly one word with which one could describe Evan, though possibly not the first most people would pick. Nonetheless, Andrew mostly expected people who liked him to also like Evan, and never hesitated to introduce them. He did wonder whether Jareth being nineteen, as of today, would make a difference. Andrew and Evan had co-existed at Hogwarts at nineteen without having any interest in getting to know one another. Then again, if Ginny or whoever had introduced Evan as her boyfriend, Andrew would at least have tried. "Evan's great," he said, his dimples appearing as he smiled. "You should come over and meet him." Andrew had invited Evan to join them for drinks, but he'd declined on the grounds that Andrew needed to bond with his new bandmate and catch up with Jareth.
Andrew watched with a strange sense of nostalgia as Jareth tuned up. For him, it had been a long, long time since he'd seen Jareth play, and he'd spent it believing he never would again. For Jareth it was, what, a year ago? Before that year at Hogwarts that Andrew hadn't been able to attend. "Go on then," he said, sensing Jareth's eagerness and giving in to it.
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“That’d be great,” Jareth said to the invitation, because anybody who could make Andrew smile like that just from saying their name couldn’t be bad. “I have no social life, what with having been dead, so just let me know when.” The only people he saw on a even semi-consistent basis were his parents, and he was trying to limit that, if only because his dad still seemed freaked out every time Jareth spoke.
He laughed a little, looking down at his left hand briefly to make sure he was in the right spots on the fret of the guitar, and then started to play. His eyes closed unconsciously, getting lost in the music and the notes and the rhythm. It was perhaps a little funny that he’d chosen to audition guitar with a song originally written for piano, but he liked it, and he thought it worked well enough to show off his skills.
When he finished, Jareth grinned again, blinking his eyes open and chuckling a little at himself. He felt a little ridiculous, but whatever, he was having fun, and if Andrew thought he was good enough, he might get to do music things everyday for a reason, which was more than he had ever thought might have been possible. But then again, in the position he was in now, Jareth wasn’t sure he’d ever believe anything was truly impossible ever again. “Tada,” he said, still grinning and bowing in an over-the-top manner - why not, when he was having so much fun.
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"We'll fix that," Andrew promised. He didn't have as many parties now that he lived with Evan as he once had, but he was still confident in his abilities to help Jareth meet people - though, granted, most of Andrew's social circle weren't 19. Maybe he could introduce Jareth and Elise, they were closer in age, which was a really weird thought, so Andrew was more than happy to focus on Jareth's playing instead.
He smiled as Jareth started to play, appreciating the lilt of the familiar melody, as well as the near-flawless fingering. He glanced up as Marlene entered the room quietly, unnoticed by Jareth who still had his eyes close. He waved at her, then returned his attention to his friend. He applauded as Jareth finished. "That was great," he said, both enthusiastic and honest. "Is guitar what you'd want to play, given the choice?" Jareth had, after all, brought two instruments, and Andrew needed both, so knowing which one was Jareth's preference was probably going to be helpful.
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Jareth grinned when Andrew said they could fix his non-existent social life - not that it really bothered him at the moment, but he figured eventually he’d like to have friends again. Aside from Marlene and apparently Andrew again, both of whom were awesome, so at least he felt like he was off to a good start.
“Thanks,” Jareth said when Andrew complimented his playing - he knew he was pretty good at guitar, and was confident in his ability to play competently. He chuckled a little at the question though, because there was really only one answer he could give to that. “If I have a choice between piano and guitar, the piano always wins,” Jareth responded honestly - piano had been his first love for as long as he could remember. “And even though keyboard is a little different, it’s essentially the same, so I prefer that. But I can do either, depending on what you need.”
Bending down to put the guitar back in its case, he spotted Marlene, and gave her an enthusiastic grin as he said, “Hey there!”
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Marlene thought it was both lovely and exciting that Andrew had asked her to be part of the auditions. Of course, she did recognise that it made sense now that she, too, was part of the band, but it was just all very new and Marlene was still getting used to the idea of even being in a band. Andrew, though, had done nothing if not make Marlene feel welcome. Even after listening to quite a lot of terrible auditions, Andrew had seemed optimistic, which Marlene had to admit she admired since he had seen a lot more of these than she had, seeing how it only was her first day. So to keep the morale up, and stay awake, Marlene had insisted on going to get them both coffees.
She hadn’t quite expected to take as long as she had, but there had been queues, since, and Marlene was rather convinced this was the reason, coffee names had become so long and coffees had become so customised that people had to take approximately five minutes each just to ask for whatever they wanted. When she did finally return, Marlene was half-way through offering an apology to Andrew as she tried to balance the coffee cups before she spotted Jareth.
“Oh, hi!” Marlene greeted happily, handing Andrew his cup and putting her own down. “Happy birthday!” She offered. “Oh! Hang on,” Marlene added opening her bag and pulling out leather bound notebooks. “For you,” she told Jareth. “They’re magic,” Marlene explained. “So you can change from unmarked sheets to music sheets by just tapping your wand against them,” she added giving Jareth a happy smile. “I hope you like them.”
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Jareth was glad to see Marlene - he knew Andrew had said she’d be there, but he was still excited to actually have her in the room, even if she was going to be judging his next performance along with Andrew. He was getting less and less worried about that the longer he spent in the room, because even if they didn’t want him for their band, at least he was going to have friends who understood music, which was more than could be said of his situation a few weeks ago when he had had no friends at all.
Taking the offered notebooks, Jareth beamed as Marlene explained how they worked. “That is awesome, thank you!” he exclaimed, thumbing along the pages. He hadn’t really been expecting gifts, even if it was his birthday, and he appreciated that Marlene had gotten him something at all, let alone something as thoughtful as this. “I love them,” he assured her, still smiling widely. “Thanks,” he said again.
Placing the books carefully in his backpack, along with the one Marlene had given him earlier - which already had a few pages of random scraps of lines of music written in it - he asked them both, “Did you want to hear me play the keyboard?”
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Andrew nodded at Jareth's answer. He could certainly understand having a preferred instrument, and he too preferred piano/keyboard to guitar - though he'd never been remotely as good as Jareth at guitar, so that wasn't very surprising. Pulling a sheet of spare paper towards him, he titled it Jareth and then wrote 'piano?' It wouldn't, as far as he knew, be feasible to take a piano to gigs, even with magic, but there was a possibility they could get one for recording, or at least for some of their recording. He watched Marlene offer Jareth her gifts with a sheepish smile. Not only did he not have presents for Jareth, he hadn't even said happy birthday. "I'll buy the first round tonight," he promised. "We can celebrate properly." He turned to Marlene. "You're coming out with us, right?"
He smiled when Jareth asked if they wanted to hear him play the keyboard. "Of course we do," he said. If keyboard was what Jareth preferred, and assuming he was at least as good on the keyboard as he was on the guitar, Andrew was definitely feeling good about the chances of having a third band member. Of course, Marlene would have to agree.
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Marlene smiled happily when Jareth assured her that he loved the notebooks. Good! Marlene was pleased she'd chosen well, since her current knowledge of what Jareth liked was mostly limited to music and cats. Oh, perhaps she should've gotten him a notebook with cats. Next time, Marlene decided, before nodding. "I'd love to hear you play the keyboard," she commented and then gave another nod to Andrew's question.
"Yes," she confirmed happily. "I'm coming out with you," she elaborated. "Thank you for inviting me," Marlene added, though she didn't really imagine they would've done if they hadn't wanted her to come. Still, Andrew and Jareth were friends. Or had been friends. A thought which made her frown slightly. "Are you sure you want me to come? I imagine you might want to catch up?" Or perhaps they had already, since Jareth had clearly been there at least a bit before Marlene had made her return from picking up coffee.
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“You should absolutely come with us,” Jareth told Marlene with an emphatic nod of his head. “It’s my birthday, and I want you there, so you have to come,” he teased though the sentiment was real, because he did want to spend time with her.
It took him only a few minutes to get the keyboard setup grinning like a maniac the entire time, and Jareth didn’t bother to run through scales or anything before starting his song. He couldn’t quite help mouthing a few of the lyrics as he played, if only because it was one of his favorites, though he had considered the title and his current situation to be ironically funny. Not that that was going to stop him.
Finishing the song, he smiled a little sheepishly at both Andrew and Marlene. His fingers itched to keep playing, but Jareth curled his hands into light fists to stop himself from doing just that, since he didn’t know if that would go over well. “And that’s that,” he stated, still feeling the music humming in his blood.
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"Absolutely," Andrew agreed with Jareth. There was still plenty of catching up left to do, what with nine years of Andrew's life having passed, but there was no urgent need to do it all immediately. Besides, anything Andrew had to say about those years might be things Marlene ought to know too, if she was going to be working with him. "I know just the place for drinks and an open mic night. Or we could find some karaoke?"
Andrew grinned when he recognised the song. It was one of his favourites, as was almost everything by Billy Joel. Jareth was good, too, which eased a slight nervousness in Andrew's stomach. He would have done it, but he hadn't wanted to tell Jareth he wasn't good enough, or wasn't quite the right style. "Brilliant," he said, beaming at Jareth. He glanced at Marlene, torn between wanting to get her opinion now and knowing he should probably be more patient. He'd taken time to think about everyone else, rather than just offering decisions on the spot. "We'll talk tomorrow and get back to you," he said, but he certainly felt hopeful that Marlene would agree with him that Jareth should join them.
Stretching out in his chair, Andrew rolled his shoulders. "You're our last audition for the day," he told Jareth. "So now we're free. You want us to help take your instruments home before we go out? Or you can leave them here, they'll be safe."
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Having heard Jareth play the guitar and tell her that he preferred the piano, Marlene was not surprised to find his skill with the instrument fantastic, even if it was a keyboard rather than an actual piano. She smiled happily throughout Jareth’s performance and then gave an energetic nod when Andrew told him that it had been brilliant. “Truly,” she agreed. “You’re very good,” she told Jareth truthfully. Marlene supposed she probably would’ve lied even if he wasn’t, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but Jareth was good. On the presumption that Andrew didn’t think they’d find someone better, Marlene would be very happy to have Jareth join them in the band, which she’d assure Andrew of later.
Standing up, Marlene have an excited ‘ooh’ at the mention of karaoke. “That sounds great,” she decided because it did. “I’m excited, I haven’t been out in years. Like alive years, not just dead years,” which did become a bit of a minefield when trying to do maths. But as it was, Marlene really hadn’t gone out in absolute ages. Being in a war did that.
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“I feel that I should warn you that I've been told I am unfairly judgemental of people who are terrible singers but are just trying to have fun when it comes to karaoke,” Jareth said with a laugh - not everyone was musically inclined, he knew, but he had a hard time dealing with bad music. Or intentionally terrible singing. He smiled at both of them for the compliments as he said, “Thanks.” Piano - or keyboard - was the one thing he had always been pretty confident about, and he thought that overall his audition had gone well, and he just nodded his understanding when Andrew said they would get back to him tomorrow.
With a shrug of his shoulders, Jareth thought about leaving his instruments and decided against it.“I can just pop home and drop them off really quick,” he said. Magic was awesome in that way, even if there wasn’t some sort of Internet to help him figure out everything he had missed in the intervening years while he’d been dead the way there was for everything Muggle-related.
He chuckled a little, because Marlene’s enthusiasm was catching, and after a moment of consideration, he commented, “I don’t know if I’ve ever been out, drinking or not.” Dying at eighteen had meant there were a lot of life experiences he hadn’t had yet, and while that might have been a depressing thought, Jareth just figured that he had a second chance to take advantage of, to do all the things he hadn’t before.
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Though he did understand why neither Marlene nor Jareth had been out recently, Andrew chose not to dwell on it. "Right, out it is then," he decreed. Clearly, as the only one with any knowledge of places they might go, he was going to be in charge. "Let's go to Glasgow," he said. "There's a bar there I'm pretty sure does karaoke every night." It was the only place Andrew could think of that wasn't a karaoke-at-weekends kind of place. "Between the three of us, I'm sure we can make sure your ears aren't subjects to too much terrible singing, Jareth."
Andrew nodded when Jareth said he could just pop home. "Great. I'll tidy up here and make sure everything's secure." Andrew, since the instruments he'd brought for the auditionees weren't his was happy to leave them overnight. They'd been fine every other night, so he didn't expect anything to happen to them. Glancing at his watch, he frowned. "It's a bit early. The place'll be dead." And Andrew wanted to eat, and get changed, and if he left now he might be able to have dinner with Evan. "Meet you both back here at seven?" He wasn't going to assume both Marlene and Jareth knew Glasgow well enough to apparate straight there.
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Marlene laughed at Andrew’s assurance that they could probably sing better than terrible. “I promise to try very hard,” Marlene assured with a grin before giving a nod when Jareth said he’d go home first and then Andrew said that they should all go home and come back and that seemed like a good plan. Marlene could probably have dinner or something and then meet them back here. “That sounds like a good plan,” she decided picking up her bag.
“Meet you back here at seven, for fun exciting going out,” she summarised before giving them both another smile and then apparating home almost instantly regretting not having asked Andrew what might be appropriate to wear to a pub in 2017.