Myron Wagtail is unrepentant. (princesswagtail) wrote in weirdsistaz, @ 2012-05-06 04:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | donaghan tremlett, myron wagtail |
Who: Myron and Donaghan
What: The Talk
Where: Founding Flat
When: Friday, May 4, 1995, around noon
Rating: PG-13 most likely
Status: In progress
Myron was humming to himself while he made a sandwich, a plethora of sandwich-making supplies spread out on the counter before him while he crafted a perfectly balanced, tasty lunch. Okay, so he didn't have much to keep him occupied right now. Kirley was still dead to the world (but still breathing, Myron may have checked) and the notes for lyrics he had been jotting down last night over at Glinda's were still being mulled over.
As he moved between the drawers, fridge, his half-made sandwich sitting on the chopping board, he was swaying to the music he heard in his head, music he hadn't fully defined yet, but was definitely interesting. It was upbeat and good to dance to, he'd decided, which was good, because likely they'd be asked for another catchy song for the next album so it certainly wouldn't hurt to have one ready. Besides, Myron was in such a good mood that writing something angsty just wasn't going to happen right now.
The telly was on in the living room where Myron planned to settle with his lunch when he was done making it. A glass of orange juice sat nearby and he took a swig out of it before turning to find where he'd put the ham. There was a lightness to him now that hadn't been there since Glinda had left, like a weight had been lifted off him.