12.) [multi-media post.]

[ijustlivehere]

[Text - Filtered to Campbell.]
Hey man. You said you'd help me out with songwriting sometime, right? I think I'm gonna take you up on that.

[Text - Filtered to Demyx.]
Is it cool if I stop by the store soon? Also, do you guys do layaway plans?

[Video - Open.]

[Neil is tapping a pen against a leaf of stationery on which he has jotted a few messy lines of what might be poetry. He's wearing a pair of bulky black headphones, and he slides them to rest behind his ears, nudges a carton of cigarettes out of the way with his elbow, and clears his throat.]

So uh, I dunno if this is the right way to go about this, but if I sit around trying to figure out what the best way is, I'd probably just never do it. So I'm... just gonna go for it. I guess.

I'm starting a music project, basically. I don't... actually play any instruments. Yet. But I actually have it on pretty good authority that I can sing. And I... [He glances down at the paper.] ...might be able to write lyrics. I'll get back to you on that.

I'm pretty sure it'd be good if I could find someone who can play acoustic guitar. And maybe keyboard. But I'm not really picky.

Dunno if the City really needs a new band, but it probably won't hurt.

Let me know if you're interested, basically. [A pause.] That's it.

Comments

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

She told me she thinks you're pretty sweet. She deserves a sweet guy. You think she's cute, don't you? Everyone thinks she's cute.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

S-- erm, I mean... yeah? [He clears his throat.] She said that?

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Yeah she did. And I'm her best friend. She tells me everything.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

E-everything. [More throat-clearing. He has to think about the possible implications of this, since he and his own best friend do relatively little talking, at least about certain matters. They've definitely never talked about girls, at least.] What... else did she tell you?

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Everything. [Said quite decisively because yes, Lucy tells her all the tiny details.] I'll help you if you ever need any help but just ask her out. She'll say yes.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [He decides this is ultimately good news.] Hey uhmm, does she... I mean, I kind of got the impression she wasn't-- [He tries to think of a word.] --y'know, relationship-y.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

She isn't usually. You just have to be... persistent. She's been with some not so sweet guys. Which is why I want her to be with someone who treats her right. She told me you do. I mean she might get scared and try to push you away eventually, just... persistent.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Persistent. Gotcha. [He can do that-- he once chased the same girl for several months, knowing that she wasn't actually interested in him. There's no telling what he'd be capable of if he knew he actually had a chance.] Are you sure about this?

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

I am sure about this. And if you really like her and you think about chickening out, come talk to me. I'm... Jill, in case you forgot. [Cause people do have a tendency to forget her a lot of the time since she's so good at hanging back and blending in with the scenery.]

Anyway, you're a song writer?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

'Course. I remember you.

Uhmm, I'm trying to be.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Oh. Good. That's good.

Have you ever written poetry or a love note to a pretty girl?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

On the record? Let's go with no.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Off the record?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Second year of high school. This girl Vanessa.