09-20-2018, 12:46 AM
Aiden’s eyes popped out at the sight of Methos. They had never actually hung out, oh, they had been to the same parties and swam in the same circles; it didn’t hurt that both had hailed from Louisiana. His first album, the one inspired by Bowie, had enraptured Aiden at a young age. This other man had been making music well before Aiden had ever even picked up a guitar or the microphone. He would never have thought to challenge this legend… But… Then again, Aiden had weight to throw around with his own name; and it hadn’t been his suggestion.
Pulling Sage along towards the center of the room, Aiden looked both humbled and intensely excited. If music was involved, there would be no chance that Aiden’s abilities would escape his grasp. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for others to know of them yet. Nox and Cruz had both put the fear of God into him concerning that matter… Still… The rascal rockstar inside of Aiden giggled at the prospect of adding a little flair to his performance, especially after seeing Jaxen put on such an intense show…
Perhaps… Perhaps not… Aiden thought as a wide smile wound up on his face.
“A remarkable evening, Jaxen, thank you for hosting,” Aiden announced over the noise, “Methos? It would be a personal honor. What is our ‘weapon’ of choice tonight? Pianos? Guitars? Voice? All of the above?”
The old song ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ started playing in the back of Aiden’s head.
A fitting song, if only superficially.
Pulling Sage along towards the center of the room, Aiden looked both humbled and intensely excited. If music was involved, there would be no chance that Aiden’s abilities would escape his grasp. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for others to know of them yet. Nox and Cruz had both put the fear of God into him concerning that matter… Still… The rascal rockstar inside of Aiden giggled at the prospect of adding a little flair to his performance, especially after seeing Jaxen put on such an intense show…
Perhaps… Perhaps not… Aiden thought as a wide smile wound up on his face.
“A remarkable evening, Jaxen, thank you for hosting,” Aiden announced over the noise, “Methos? It would be a personal honor. What is our ‘weapon’ of choice tonight? Pianos? Guitars? Voice? All of the above?”
The old song ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ started playing in the back of Aiden’s head.
A fitting song, if only superficially.
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