Note to God [o p e n]

[courtree]

She climb out of the massive dodge truck, slamming the door hastily as she lock the doors before pocketing the keys in the loose fitting jeans pocket. She walk briskly to the bars door, pushing it open, the quiet of it reassuring her she wasn't that late. "Afternoon Josh" the familiar sound of the gruff mans voice called out. The girl spun to see the old man standing behind the bars counter, taking a wet rag to the tops, cleaning the surface. Hey Doug she spoke, her words quiet and respectful. "You know...I should charge you to use that old thing" the man spoke, the smile on his face wrinkling his eyes. Josh knew he was joking. He always was when he said it. Then I'd stop coming here, and we all know you'd miss my company the tiny girl retorted, her tone sarcastic as she moved to the far side of the bar, "Cause your such a big talker n' all" the man quietly laughed a raspy laugh, as if he had smoked his entire life, which, he probably had. Josh simply lightly smiled and shook her head as she took a seat on the pianos bench, pulling the cover back and sliding it into the piano. "Sing this time as well, will you?" the man asked. Josh didn't answer, but Doug knew she would. It was just the two of them in the saloon, the normal hectic time started in about an hour or so, which gave time for Josh to play around.

The two had first become acquainted when Josh had first come in here a while back, asking about the piano in the far corner only to have the man tell her she could stay after closing and see what she thought of it. It took a fair bit of tuning, and replaced wires, but the old piano was up and working within two nights. Doug had even offered Josh a job here bar tending and playing the piano during the busy nights, but Josh couldn't nor would accept that sort of job. One, she didn't want to work with some of the bimbos here, and two, large crowds made her uncomfortable let alone playing in front of one. He didn't mind though. Josh would come in, play for a while, help get boxes from downstairs, clean dishes, play for a little while longer and then be on her way. Josh did feel a little bad for just coming in here and using it without repaying him in some way, but Doug always said in his gruff bitter voice as he always did when she told him she felt as if she owed him, "Oh quit your bitchin' girly. I like the noise" then he'd get all soft and tell her about his wife who used to play, saying "It's like having her in here again, and for that, the debt is mine to you" and then he'd be all *cough cough* and back to his tough and rough talking ways. He reminded her of her own dad, which was probably some of the reason she got along with him.

Digits caress the keys for only a moment before she start, the delicate sound filling the quiet room. Shortly after the first few notes, Josh started to sing along. No birds came fluttering by the windows to perch and listen, and deer didn't come by either like in the cartoons, but it wasn't like birds dropped dead at the sound if it either, she was descent enough. Everyone who met her would never guess she could have a loud voice, but if you heard her sing you'd be taken aback. She was this tiny girl who kept to herself most the time, so hearing her sing was....different. With each key, she drifted farther into her own world, relaxing, the stress that was with her every day slowly being forgotten. Though it would return, as it always did.

Notes: Booooored agaaaaain :3
Words: six five four
Muse: song played
outfit: clickyy

[James Michael Colburn]

Typically... bars and saloons and the like were anything but Jamie Colburn's scene. He was much too sophisticated to be bar hopping. The only reason people usually went to bars was to get drunk, laid, or waste all their money betting on the races. Jamie was no gambler, and he sure as hell didn't need to go to some bar that was probably in violation of multiple health codes... and sleazy bar chicks were right there along side prostitutes... desperate, terrible in bed, and more likely to give you an STD just by looking at you than the satisfaction a man was looking for in a woman. So most of the time, Jamie had absolutely no reason to ever set foot in a bar.

Sure, he'd gone to plenty in his college and high school days... not that he was in college for more than six months, but all the same. He'd experienced it... and now he was on to bigger and better things. Even clubs tended to bore him anymore. He didn't dance... considering in his opinion what people called dancing these days looked like some neurotic mating ritual... and he wanted no part in it. He could get whatever alcohol he wanted delivered to him at home, and he could pick up just about any girl no matter where he went... he just didn't really have reason to go there either.

So why in God's name was he heading towards the local business known as Molly's Saloon? Who knows? The ways of Jamie were a mystery to the world, but you could rest assured he had a purpose in going there. He never did anything that didn't have his own greater good in mind, you could count on that. He never helped anyone unless he would benefit, he never spoke to someone unless he would get something out of it, and he never went anywhere just to go there. He was always "scheming" and always up to something... it was just impossible to tell exactly what that was.

Considering he hadn't really been in Addison long enough for the locals to know his habits and whatnot, he didn't figure anyone would find it strange that he would be at the Saloon. He strode in casually, his look as professional as always, and paused just inside the door, his blue eyes scanning his surroundings, not with concern, but with curiosity and interest. He was well aware of the fact that he was walking into a saloon but he hardly expected to be greeted with piano music as if when stepping through those doors he was entering into a scene from the past in some old western town with cowboys and indians. Not that it sounded like the sort of music from back then... but still.

When his gaze fell on the girl, it stopped there. He had seen her a few times before, but her name didn't instantly come to mind. Being as involved in the industry he was, he knew more people than he could keep track of, and although he wasn't exactly bad with names, he had so many running through his head that it got hard to match them all to faces. After a moment he wandered down to towards. He had a feeling she didn't know he was there, and although he would like to catch her off guard, he didn't want to give her a heart attack. So he stopped a little distance from her and waited for a minute more before saying anything. Ever heard of pistol shrimp? He asked her, not really looking for an answer to the question, since it really didn't matter. It was a random question, yes, but no matter, that was Jamie for you.

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[courtree]

It was easy to get lost in the music, especially when it came to the piano, but it wasn't like Josh to forget her surroundings, and so it came to a surprise, though she showed no emotion giving it away, when a voice to her side spoke. It took her a moment to register the males question, her head instantly going into music mode, going back over previous songs heard, played, just released, and it clicked. Unsure if it was truly the band he spoke of, she played the song "Rata Tat" replacing the upbeat acoustic with the piano. It didn't sound the same, but similar nonetheless. Piano didn't do the song justice though. She only play a small piece, already getting sick of the sound of the piano replacing the acoustic, and not bothering to add lyrics. She stopped and peered sideways at the male, expression blank, hiding the slight irritation that was there for the simple fact that no one seemed to come in the bar this early. "That the jhist of it?" she spoke, her words uninterested. It took her a moment to replay his words his voice sounding slightly familiar.

She look over the boy yet again, finally recognizing him. Only a couple of times had he been in here, but it's almost like he kept coming back at the same time when she was here. No one else was here, and Doug seemed to recognize the boy, though almost in a different way then she did. She shrugged the thought away as she stood up, moving away from the stool, "You play?" she asked simply as she walked towards the bar counter, reaching behind it and pulling a bottle of water out. Doug gave her almost a warning look, though he meant no harm from it. Josh simply unscrewed the cap off and took a gulp, lightly shaking the bottle, teasing the old man, knowing he couldn't take it back. She walk back to the piano, propping an elbow on the top, small hip leaning against it.


Notes: Epic faaail xD
Words: very little
Muse: Only song I've heard from them, until now xD
outfit: clickyy

[James Michael Colburn]

Jamie's expression changed instantly from curious to... well, "wtf?" When she looked at him skeptically then turned back to the piano and started playing some song he'd never heard in his life. He had absolutely no idea why in the world she had decided to start playing a different song after he had spoken. This, of course, only made him come to the conclusion that there just had to be something wrong with her mentally... that is until she stopped and turned back to him asking if that was the jhist of it. No, that actually had absolutely nothing to do with his question. there must've been some band or song or something that had something to do with what he'd said... which of course Jamie had never heard of. Jamie really wasn't into music all that much. The only music he tended to listen to was the music he could use in his films.

No. he said bluntly, I was actually talking about the tiny little sea creatures which are capable of making impossibly loud noise. He was actually completely serious, and had been comparing her to pistol shrimp... not the band named after them. It was often difficult to tell when Jamie was being serious and when he was being sarcastic, because his tone and expression rarely changed between the two. He was a hard one to read, and not intentionally, he was just that way naturally, and he was proud of it. He was extremely manipulative, and being able to keep people from reading into his true intentions made it even easier for him to get what he wanted from whomever he wanted it from. He was definitely an extortionist, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

I don't play. he added, he was much too busy with other things to be bothered with learning to play an instrument... plus, as before mentioned, he really wasn't into music all that much. He would be much too bored by playing an instrument. People were his thing... and though he was often annoyed by people, he enjoyed watching them and studying them. It was a bit strange, yes, but that was what had made him so successful in hollywood. Not only could he get into character extremely well, he could also write realistic and interesting plots that did extremely well in theaters and the like. He spent a good majority of his time watching people to learn their interests and how they interacted with each other. If a firm was able to hire him as an advertising consultant, no doubt they would increase their sales substantially just because Jamie knew people so well. He was a valuable asset, and he knew it... that was why he was so cocky. One of these days it was going to come back to haunt him... but until then, he wasn't going to change one little bit.

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[courtree]

It took a fair deal to get an out burst from the small red head, for her to even show an emotion of any kind for that matter. Hiding them was as easy as breathing to her and caring wasn't exactly in her vocabulary. She'd been labeled a great deal of what some would find hurtful names, but most peoples words went in one ear and out the other. Their pathetic lives were meaningless to her, and if it didn't benefit her, she had no use for them. Bitch was the most common, though being called a female dog didn't exactly "hit home." Ooolala, the great feeling of knowing others hated yet respected you. She hadn't gotten that reputation here yet. Though it would come, and with the typical male interaction, thinking she was some harder prize to win, their chances quickly shot down, leaving with a smaller ego, though she had no doubt some random shag would bring it back up, and eventually word would get around that she had no interest in making friends. Scandalous. It amused her that people drowned their sorrows in booze, sex, whatever the addiction. It was equally amusing when they realized sorrows could swim. This boy that stood near the piano with her looked like the regular "junkie". She could recognize sorrow, no matter how much arrogance and attitude covered it. Some like to think their bad ass's and higher then everyone, which to the small extent might be true, thinking they can hide their emotions better then anyone else around, but sooner or later, someone better at doing the same thing always came along. Poor kid was in for a surprise, she had no interest in being the one to show him though.

She shrug nonchalantly, moving past him and back to the bar counter, the old man leaving the typical empty crates on top, awaiting for the girl to take them down and bring the other full ones up. She drop the one into the other, carrying them in one hand and she grab the third in the other around the edge as she make her way around the side of the counter, the door leading down to the brightly lit cellar already opened, the crates filled with liquor for her to bring up on the right at the bottom of the stairs. She set the empty ones where the others were, they would be taken and filled yet again, and grabbed bent down to grab one of three full crates, bottle lightly clinking together as she straighten back up, the crate heavier then usual. Her gaze shift to the bottles, realizing they were forties instead of his normal two sixes. She carry the crate up, going behind the bar counter as she place them on the counter, heading back down to grab the others.

"Oh for shit sakes Josh, stop with the same piece please" voice sarcastically pleading to her, looking as if he might pass out, putting the back of his hand to his forehead, "I swear I'm going faint If I hear anymore Yann Tiersen" he lightly laugh putting an accent to his voice as he spoke the name, hands going to her shoulders, lightly shaking her. "Daaaadd" lightly laughing as she drag the word out in a faint whiny tone. "Not until I have it perrrfected" digits going back to the grand starting over. He sat on the bench beside her, eyes watching her hands move delicately over the keys with such passion. It sounded damn near perfect to him, but of course it wasn't for Josh, but he didn't dare say anything of the sort. He sat quietly, admiring her determination, her strength. It was rare for Josh to play in front of him, she always told him she didn't want to waste his time. There were horses to feed, exercise, work to be done, but she had no idea how much he loved listening to her play.

"You know on late nights when you were restless or frustrated, when you would go out to the barn and play on that old piano, he used to sneak out of the house and sit on the porch and listen to you play all night" her mom told her as she sat on the dusty bench in the barn, expressionless and quiet. "'course he never knew I knew"

It was irritating when memories just decided to re-surface, reminding you of what you've lost. She bring the last crate up, setting it near the others and began putting the bottles away under the counter, switching a few of the caps with shot tops. It was a small job to do, and one she was willing to do as well so long as he let her keep coming back to play. That's all she really cared about.


Notes: nope.
Words: doon't care xD
Muse: angry music mostly I just finished watching a movie and it made me feel really bold and arrogant. I loved it. Angry piano piece.
outfit: clickyy