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(JP) No Doubt.
Sep. 22nd, 2009 12:21 amDoubt whom you will, but never yourself. -Christine Bovee
"Oh my god," Sascha groaned as Breaker Street trailed backstage after their first concert. "That was awful."
Rory blinked in mild surprise. Apparently their young keyboardist had expected a better reception. "The crowd wasn't all that bad, lass."
Her eyebrows arched in incredulity. "Are you kidding me? They were so god-awfully bored! And the hecklers--"
Kreske hooted with laughter, still spinning his drumsticks through his fingers. "That? That wasn't heckling, Sascha sweet. That was just a few catcalls."
( Sascha did not look appeased. )
Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 973
"Oh my god," Sascha groaned as Breaker Street trailed backstage after their first concert. "That was awful."
Rory blinked in mild surprise. Apparently their young keyboardist had expected a better reception. "The crowd wasn't all that bad, lass."
Her eyebrows arched in incredulity. "Are you kidding me? They were so god-awfully bored! And the hecklers--"
Kreske hooted with laughter, still spinning his drumsticks through his fingers. "That? That wasn't heckling, Sascha sweet. That was just a few catcalls."
( Sascha did not look appeased. )Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 973
