http://billy-blin.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] billy-blin.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-02-08 04:14 am (UTC)

Will saw her walking through a hall as he was on his way back from W&P with new guitar strings. She walked right past him. Unusual in itself, but more troublesome was her emotional state. Anxiety, depression... none of the hope and happiness he'd spent so much time cultivating. So, he did what he does best, and began to play a song. That'd grab her attention. Something silly, really jar her out of it.

"When I was a young boy I'd follow the path
Down past the dunes to the sea
And there on the warm sandy beaches we'd lie
The furry old lobsters and me
They'd whistle and squeal as they ran through the waves
So sleek, so furry and fair
But now when I go down to see my old friends
The beaches are empty and bare

Sing hey hidey ho, where'd the old lobster go?
And his body so furry and brown?
Sing ho hidey hey, have they all gone away?
For we haven't seen many around...
"

That ought to do it.

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