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draco_thegreat (draco_thegreat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-16 00:59:00

Who: Mitchell and Draco
When: Thursday 7th March
Where: Mitchell’s place
What: Catching up
Rating: Low
Status: Complete



Draco was heading home after his lecture when he decided to drop in on Mitchell and see how the other man was getting on with his musical return. He hoped at least one of the contacts had been useful, though Draco was certain he could help even if they hadn’t been of any use so far.

Zuko wasn’t coming over until later so hoping the other man wouldn’t mind Draco made his way up the path and knocked at Mitchell’s door. He didn’t have his guitar on him today as he’d had non-practical lessons though he did have sheet music in his bag which was his own stuff he was currently working on.

Mitchell had just made himself a cup of tea when he heard the knock at the door and frowned slightly. He wasn’t expecting anyone, but then again, that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t drop in unannounced. Darcy was most likely to do that and considering he hadn’t seen her in a few weeks, he certainly wouldn’t mind the visit. Leaving his mug in the kitchen, Mitchell moved through the house, barefoot, and without asking who it was, opened the door. In hindsight, that probably hadn’t been the right thing to do, considering the fact that it could have been some crazy fan, but luckily it wasn’t. “Draco! Come in.” He hadn’t expected it to be the blond, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn him away.

"Sorry if I'm disturbing you" Draco said as he entered Mitchell's house, "I finished my class early so thought I'd drop by and see how those contacts worked out for you" he explained.

Mitchell shook his head and ran a hand through his dark curls, “Not bothering me at all. I was just making myself a cup of tea. Would you like one?” He closed the door behind Draco and gestured for him to follow him into the kitchen, “The contacts have actually been working out. I was supposed to have a meeting with one of them last weekend, but then most of the buildings turned into giant bloody mushrooms so it’s this Thursday instead.”

“Sure, that’d be good, thanks” Draco nodded as he followed Mitchell into the kitchen, “Ah of course, caused a bit of chaos everywhere by the sound of it. I didn’t venture out much” in fact he and Zuko had quite happily ignored everything as much as possible and enjoyed each other instead. “But I’m glad that you’ve managed to set up a meeting”

Back in the kitchen, Mitchell got another mug and began preparing Draco’s tea, asking him how he took it as he poured the water, “I think staying in was the best course of action most people could have taken. Of course, unless their house turned into something mad.” Mitchell set the kettle back down, “My guitar decided to come to life and play continuously. I think I wore ear plugs for three days straight. It wasn’t very good.” Mitchell had come close to almost breaking the damn thing at least once, but had managed to hold himself back by reminding himself that it was his favorite guitar and would be back to normal in no time.

Draco responded with an answer of ‘milk and 1 sugar please’ before he nodded in agreement. “I heard people’s cars turned into snails and there were marching playing cards all over the place” he’d been very grateful nothing had happened in his own place, hiding away had definitely been preferable, “Oh man, three days straight is a long time especially if it wasn’t very good. You have my sympathies” he replied, “Still at least the madness seems to have moved on now, though really around here who knows what will happen next”

Finishing the tea, Mitchell passed it over to Draco and leaned back against the kitchen counter as he picked up his own, “I’m glad my car stayed a car. I don’t know what I would have done if it had become a snail.” So far being a bit of a hermit had worked out well for Mitchell; he’d been spared by the flu epidemic and with the exception of his guitar coming to life, he hadn’t seen too much crazy stuff when the OC had suddenly taken an acid trip.

He nodded in thanks as Mitchell passed the tea, “Stayed in and avoided it all?” he suggested, “I think that’s how I’m going to handle the next crazy event. I figure as long as I have food, water and my boyfriend I’ll be pretty happy to steer clear of flu, talking furniture and ghosts” he shook his head, “How one county can be plagued by so much madness is beyond me”

“It definitely doesn’t make any bloody sense. That’s for sure.” Mitchell had been to California before his stint in rehab when he was recording his second album and touring and nothing like what had been happening over the last three months had ever occurred. It was definitely bizarre. “Luckily I haven’t seen any ghosts. Although, in some of my dreams, I live with one.” And now she was in Orange County, but she didn’t know him and she certainly wasn’t a ghost. That was also bizarre.

“Seriously?” Draco asked, “I think that’s a new one on me. I’m a wizard in mine, magic school, wands, owls delivering letters, the whole thing” he chuckled, “But living with a ghost that’s pretty cool, so are you a ghost too or just your average bloke?” he asked curiously.

Mitchell had seen some people talking about magic on Valarnet a few times, so he wasn’t exactly surprised, “Live with a bloke who’s a Werewolf too.” Now that Annie was in town, Mitchell had been hoping more that George would show up as well. “No, but I don’t think I’m average either. Definitely not a ghost though.” He still couldn’t figure it out and part of him hoped that Darcy’s suggestion that he was a vampire wasn’t right, but how else could he explain the dream he’d had about the First World War? There was no other way he could be alive back then and in the present.

Draco couldn’t help but laugh then, “Now those are some interesting housemates” he grinned, “Sounds fun though. I’m a complete douche in mine so while the magic is fun the rest not so much” He really was a total tosser in his dreams, which only hardened his resolve to not become one here.

“It’s certainly interesting. George and I work as hospital porters. Far less glamorous than a rock star, that’s for sure.” Mitchell took a sip of his tea before speaking again, “Somehow when I met George, I knew exactly what he was. Not sure how, but I knew right away that he was a Werewolf. Sounds mad, doesn’t it?” He really hoped that dream Mitchell wasn’t a vampire, because from what he’d seen on the net, some things had a tendency to bleed.over after a time.

“Definitely less glamourous” he agreed, “Do you play music at all? I don’t you see, but I can’t imagine my life without it so I just wondered” He considered this, “Maybe you have some kind of magic or something? I mean if there are werewolves and ghosts...”

Mitchell shook his head in response to the question, “Not that I’ve seen. I do dress more or less the same though,” Just like in the waking world, dream Mitchell wore skinny jeans, t-shirts with long sleeved shirts underneath or short-sleeved plaid shirts and of course the green, fingerless gloves that he wore almost all the time, even in the house, which he was wearing at the moment. “Maybe I’m one of those demon hunters on the tv shows and they’re my sidekicks.” He grinned at the thought, but somehow didn’t think that was true.

Draco nodded, it was interesting this split of people who were very similar to their dreams and those who weren’t. He was glad he wasn’t like his dream self but he couldn’t help but wonder why. “Now that would be quite cool” Draco replied with a grin of his own, “Having your own little demon hunting gang”

“It would be, wouldn’t it?” Mitchell laughed and took another sip of his tea as a thought occurred to him, “I wonder if anyone has ever thought to try and profit off their dreams.” He knew that some were more normal than others, but he knew that some people on Valarnet had rather interesting memories, such as him, Darcy and now Draco. What was stopping any of them from writing a book or trying to make their memories into a movie or something?

“Somebody must have” Draco replied, “I mean some of the people on the net have dreams that rival ours in their creativeness” he joked. In this day and age surely someone would be out to make a quick buck from whatever they can.

“Some of the people on the net sound like they belong in the nut house.” Himself included, “So, it’s a good thing even the doctors are having strange dreams. Can’t commit anyone else without committing themselves as well.” Now that was an amusing image; a doctor locking himself in a rubber room. “What’s stopping you from using your dreams for money?” Mitchell was curious.

“I think some of them belonged in the nut house long before they started dreaming” Draco replied, “I guess thats one way of looking at it”

Draco laughed, “I have no desire to re-live that life here, even in book or movie form. Besides my talent lies in music not screenplays or novels. What about you? You gonna try your hand at a new career path?”

Mitchell nodded, completely understanding Draco’s reasonings, “Don’t know. Have to wait and see what the dreams show me.” He flashed a grin at Draco. It definitely was an idea that Mitchell was going to keep in the back of his mind, “But for now, I’m gonna focus on my music.” Over the last few weeks, Mitchell had actually started writing more and had at least two finished songs. It was definitely a change from a few months earlier.

“Good plan” Draco nodded, “How’s the writing going? You getting any inspiration?”

“A little bit. I’ve got at least two songs finished. A couple other half songs.” For a while there Mitchell had begun to wonder if he should even bother trying to revive his career, but then one day he’d sat down and started writing and actually wound up getting a song down on paper. From then on it had gotten easier like it once had been, “How’s your stuff going?” He was glad to have someone to talk music with.

“That’s great” Draco replied, “Sounds like things are picking up” he was glad to hear it, the videos he had seen on youtube showed talent and it would have been such a waste had Mitchell not tried again.

“Pretty good actually. Got a couple of new things tested out at a couple of little coffee shops gigs” Draco replied, his own inspiration for writing being Zuko, “They went down okay. Didn’t get anything thrown at me anyway” he joked.

“No rotten tomatoes or cabbage?” Mitchell laughed as he set his now empty mug down on the counter behind him, “You should let me know when your next gig is. I’d love to see you perform somewhere besides my living room.” Not that Mitchell hadn’t enjoyed hearing the blond play someplace that wasn’t surrounded by a loud crowd.

“Not this time” Draco told him, “I’m sure there was just a shortage at the market or something” he smirked. “Sure, I’ll drop you a text. It’s nothing big or impressive, just good to test it out on a live audience, you know?” He always had a pretty good crowd and honest critique too, even if it was just a coffee shop.

“Either way, I’d like to go to the next if I can. And I’ll even bring a couple of tomatoes along,” He smirked, “Ever had other things thrown at you?” Of course he was referring to things like underwear or bras, which Mitchell had gotten thrown at him quite often during his World Tour. He was a Rock Star after all.

Draco shook his head, “Pretty sure it’s against some sort of rule to throw things in the places I perform” he grinned, “I’ve had girls try to give me their number a few times” he rolled his eyes at that, “But so far nothing has been thrown, thankfully. I take it you’ve had a different experience?”

Mitchell nodded, “Bras. Knickers. Other rather interesting things.” He had been a little shocked at some of the things that had been thrown on stage during his first few shows, but by the time he’d ended his last tour, he’d become quite used to it.

“God that’s enough to put me off for life” Draco laughed, “Maybe I’ll stick to the coffee shops”

Mitchell laughed and clapped Draco on the shoulder, lightly, “I suppose that sort of thing isn’t for everyone.” Draco had mentioned having a boyfriend so he could see why bras and panties might not appeal to him, “Might be a good idea. Just so long as they don’t decide to start throwing scones at you.”

“I think I’d be able to sue for concussion” he replied grinning, “Those things are like mini rocks. You’ll be back to warding off the underwear throwers sooner than you know it, if you keep kicking out those songs” he added.

“I myself have never really liked scones. Most are too hard and too dry.” Mitchell shrugged and leaned against the counter once more, “Here’s hoping. I’m nervous about the meeting, but I think that’s because I’ve never directly represented myself before. I always left that sort of thing up to Herrick.” And now he had to wonder exactly what his ex-manager had told certain people.

“You’ll be fine” Draco assured him, “I’m not gonna lie, they’re going to know your background because they wouldn’t be good at what they do if they didn’t check you out. But don’t forget you can call the shots, you don’t agree with something don’t be afraid to tell them” he advised.

“Trust me, I’m not going to let anyone make any decisions for me.” A lot of the decisions that had been made pertaining to his career had been decided by Herrick while supplying Mitchell with alcohol and drugs to keep him from questioning anything and he wasn’t going to let that happen again. “This comeback is happening on my terms.”

“Then you will definitely be fine” Draco replied, “You have the talent and at the end of the day they’ll agree to your terms because of that” Mitchell had been burned before and Draco knew that would make him more cautious in the future, it wasn’t a bad thing since in the business there weren’t many people looking out for your interests. If he’d learnt anything from his mom it was to always look after number one, career wise anyway.

“Hope you’re right. I’ve been out of it for so long that I even had fun doing karaoke a few months back with a friend of mine.” Almost no one Mitchell knew actually enjoyed karaoke, so the fact that he had enjoyed it the night he’d gone with Alyssa probably said for about the company he’d had than the act itself. “I just miss that rush of being on stage.”

"I think karaoke is a guilty pleasure of a lot of singers" Draco chuckled, "It’s not a stage but some of the gigs I do at coffee shops and clubs get a fair attendance, I can get you a couple of slots if you wanted to give it a go. Might feed the craving until something kicks off" he offered.

At Draco’s offer, a grin spread across Mitchell’s lips, “That’d be fantastic. I’ve missed performing in front of an audience.” Mitchell could hardly remember the last time he’d performed for a crowd, but he was certain that it hadn’t ended well and it probably wouldn’t take too long to google. it. His last live performance had been shortly before his family had begun to take action against Herrick. That much Mitchell remembered.

“Cool. I’ll get some dates and let you know then you can tell me which ones you want to do” Draco told him. They were pretty easy gigs but probably good to ease Mitchell back into the live performances especially if his last ones hadn’t been particularly great.

“I honestly can’t thank you enough, Draco.” Mitchell had expected that doing this alone would be a lot more difficult, but he was glad that he’d decided to ask for help on Valarnet and he was sure that, that was one of the reasons his Writer’s Block had lifted.

“No worries” Draco replied, “Just glad I can help” Doing this alone would have been harder and Draco was happy to help a fellow musician, particularly since Mitchell actually had talent.

“Well you can be sure that when I finally cut another album, your name will be in the thank yous.” Mitchell’s mouth turned up into a grin. Mitchell had always heard that everything happened for a reason and as far as he was concerned, it was true. Sure, he’d had success before, but now he would get the chance to do things on his terms and do what really made him happy.