Jono looks at the stage again, then sighs and rubs his hand back through his hair. Awroight, awroight, he says finally, waving Wyn off. No need fer any of 'at. Because he kind of picked up on that, Wyn. Bad as bloody Jubes, you are. Though, really, that's affectionate. He likes Jubilee.
He turns and heads for the stage, waving off the microphone that somebody tries to hand him. Don' need it, mate. He'd feel more comfortable up here with a guitar, but when the music starts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rtNcaQvFvI), he knows he doesn't even need the words flashing up on the screen.
I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms And what do you think you'd ever say I won't listen anyway You don't know me And I'll never be who you want me to be
His 'voice' is a little gravelly, maybe even a little rusty. He's not done anything like this in years, but it's got to be a little odd on the other end of it, too, what with the telepathy.
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He turns and heads for the stage, waving off the microphone that somebody tries to hand him. Don' need it, mate. He'd feel more comfortable up here with a guitar, but when the music starts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rtNcaQvFvI), he knows he doesn't even need the words flashing up on the screen.
I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms
And what do you think you'd ever say
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be who you want me to be
His 'voice' is a little gravelly, maybe even a little rusty. He's not done anything like this in years, but it's got to be a little odd on the other end of it, too, what with the telepathy.