http://notadamnangel.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2009-11-13 04:32 am (UTC)

Dean didn't know anything about this. Least he was pretty sure he hadn't. Still he wasn't really expecting to sing, but his steps lead him toward the microphone. Oh why not?

The music briefly started to play Master of Puppets, until Dean just glared at the sound system behind.

"Dude, really?"

The music abruptly changed to a piano solo and opening guitar riffs.

"
...Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
"

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