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[10 Apr 2009|07:33pm] |
At about 1 AM, Savannah returned the borrowed T-shirt to Pyrrhus. When Pyrrhus opens his door, he will find the T-shirt nicely folded around a note.
The paper is a piece of plain pink stationary and the handwriting is a bold, girlish hand written in a sparkling purple gel pen. The handwriting is large and centered on the paper. It reads simply:
Thanks!
Savannah
There is a slightly perfumed odor to the paper. The faint smell is not immediately apparent; one might catch the sweet scent for only a moment before it fades away.
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| I'm writing one great song before I... |
[10 Apr 2009|10:37pm] |
Who: Kaz and Nik
Where: Sun Deck, just laying out
When: Morning, after breakfast
Kaz hadn't slept well when he finally got to sleep the night before. He kept flashing back to the Cult of Dionysus, everything going wrong and falling all over the place. He made it through the night however, and after forcing himself to eat something, he'd decided to retreat for a bit and work. He'd found his other guitar backstage, just like he'd hoped. His main one, the one he'd had for years and always used in his concerts had been smashed beyond repair, and he'd taken the remnants back to his room to give them a proper burial back home. But his backup guitar had been wedged in between a couple of cabinets and barely had any damage at all.
He sat on one of the deck chairs, his guitar in his arms and a pad of paper and pen beside him, playing the same riff over and over as he thought. The music always came easiest to him, but the lyrics were always difficult. He hummed every now and then, writing down words and then scratching them out just as quick. He was sure he looked like a madman when he wrote, which is why he tended to seek out a little privacy when he did it.
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