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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 1:09:40 GMT -5
Brendan was wondering much of the same thing. As he arrived in the transfer room, he immediately pushed out into the open area and found his parents, waving to random fans who noticed him. "What am I doing here?" he said no sooner than he reached his bearer.
"Just shut up and enjoy yourself," Tripp said, kissing his son's cheek.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 4:30:16 GMT -5
Niko went to the bar to greet his father before going off in search of his mother, sighing. They were SO up to something, and Niko didn't like it.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 9:42:30 GMT -5
Brendan just sighed and ordered a beer. He felt like shit and did not want to be here. But he didn't want to hurt his parent's feelings so he would suffer through it.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 12:53:33 GMT -5
Nico went locate his mother and found him talking to Tripp. "Hello Mama, hey uncle Tripp...sorry for the trouble yesterday." he said, looking a little--okay a lot depressed.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 14:21:55 GMT -5
Tripp just smiled and hugged the boy close. "This will all be a thing of the past as soon as you two get over yourselves."
Gri shoved Tripp quite forcefully before turning to his son. "What trouble?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 15:45:03 GMT -5
Niko blushed, rubbing the back of his head. "I...uh...got a little drunk last night and slept over at uncle Tripp's." he said.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 23:14:39 GMT -5
Gri turned and eyed his best friend. "Why was this never mentioned to me? Was-"
Tripp elbowed him. "Will you shut up? What difference does it make if he stayed over or not? he's fine..."
Gri glared but didn't say anything else.
Dare showed up out of the blue with a Sensaforian Jager bomb, screaming, "Karaoke!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As if on cue, the rest of the bar started chanting, "Karaoke! Karaoke!"
An idea sprung into Gri's head as he headed for the stage. Once up on it, every one quieted. "You want music?"
"Yeah!"
"You love Niko?"
"Yeah!" The crowd roared,
Brendan's head popped up at that before turning to glare in the general direction of his parents. He should have known better....
"You love Brendan Jukar?"
Screams went up around the room.
"We have them both here tonight and both here to sing to one another!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 23:17:05 GMT -5
"FUCK!" came the call from Niko as he glared at his uncle. He was so out of here.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 23:26:19 GMT -5
Tripp gripped his nephew by the collar and help him fast until the spotlight shined on him and then on Brendan.
Brendan just took a deep breath and walked towards the stage as a guitar melody began to play. Reaching it, he glared slightly at his mate's bearer before a mic was pressed into his hands and he found himself singing unfamiliar words.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 23:30:05 GMT -5
Niko knew the song, he had performed it many times.
"The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away..."
Niko sang, his voice floating out clear and washing over the crowd.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 23:32:26 GMT -5
Brendan kept up tempo and stared at his mate the whole time, willing the man to join him on stage at least.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 23:36:24 GMT -5
Niko sighed as hands pushed him towards the large stage and Niko got up on the stage, just as Brendan joined him for the chorus. He tried not to shiver.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 23:39:52 GMT -5
"You've gone away... You don't feel me near you... anymore..." Brendan finished, staring intensely at his mate.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 21, 2010 23:43:05 GMT -5
Niko bit his lip as the crowd went absolutely mad. "More more more!" they called.
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Post by ode on Jul 21, 2010 23:51:35 GMT -5
Brendan didn't hesitate but quickly ordered his A.I. to transfer the music from his newly written song to the bars player before singing the song he had written this morning when he had woken up and watched his mate leave.
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