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savetheearth2014-06-04 04:32 pm
goldenguitar) wrote in savetheearth2014-06-04 04:32 pm
rock and roll ain't noise pollution
Who: Pierce and OPEN (with a starter for Karl)
When: June 4th, evening
Where: Some club that would allow teenagers to play. Yes.
What: Pierce and his band perform! ...The rest of his band kind of sucks.
When you're a club getting bands on a Wednesday night, you're not pulling in the A-listers. You are especially not doing that for the opening act. Which Pierce's band quite well, seeing as... well, B-listers doesn't even always quite work for them. Their lead singer has gotten better about stage presence, at least, and has a decent singing voice. The bassist can keep up with a bass line, which is important but not terribly impressive. And the drummer... there are reasons he doesn't get to solo ever. Aside the obvious, anyway.
The only thing that makes this band worth much of anything is the fact that Pierce is on guitar, and Pierce loves guitar. Whenever there's a section for the guitar to solo, you can bet he'll be playing something damn impressive, usually improvised because why the hell not? The band can rely on this a little too much, as indicated by the fact that anytime anyone gets lost they all look at him and he just goes.
Luckily, that only happened a few times tonight, and after the opening is over Pierce will still be around, listening to the following band and chatting with anyone who looks interesting. Which is a lot of people, in a place like this.
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Post gig, what do not always the brightest teenagers in a band do? They go into the back alley to smoke a joint.
Pierce and his gang are no exception, the four of them happy the gig didn't have too many obvious failures, though the drummer is getting yet another lecture about how they kind of need a beat to play even remotely together. Pierce is mostly staying out of it, laid back as he is, but even he has to put up a bit of a protest when the rest of his band decides to go inside and promise to be right back.
"Oh come on, guys," he says, taking a puff off his joint, "If you leave me alone, rule of comedy says a cop's gonna show up. Don't set up the scenario for the universe."
Unfortunately, his friends are completely used to this kind of nonsense off of him and totally ignore it, leaving Pierce alone with his guitar case and weed, supposedly for only about ten minute, but a lot can happen in that time.
When: June 4th, evening
Where: Some club that would allow teenagers to play. Yes.
What: Pierce and his band perform! ...The rest of his band kind of sucks.
When you're a club getting bands on a Wednesday night, you're not pulling in the A-listers. You are especially not doing that for the opening act. Which Pierce's band quite well, seeing as... well, B-listers doesn't even always quite work for them. Their lead singer has gotten better about stage presence, at least, and has a decent singing voice. The bassist can keep up with a bass line, which is important but not terribly impressive. And the drummer... there are reasons he doesn't get to solo ever. Aside the obvious, anyway.
The only thing that makes this band worth much of anything is the fact that Pierce is on guitar, and Pierce loves guitar. Whenever there's a section for the guitar to solo, you can bet he'll be playing something damn impressive, usually improvised because why the hell not? The band can rely on this a little too much, as indicated by the fact that anytime anyone gets lost they all look at him and he just goes.
Luckily, that only happened a few times tonight, and after the opening is over Pierce will still be around, listening to the following band and chatting with anyone who looks interesting. Which is a lot of people, in a place like this.
[Closed to Karl]
Post gig, what do not always the brightest teenagers in a band do? They go into the back alley to smoke a joint.
Pierce and his gang are no exception, the four of them happy the gig didn't have too many obvious failures, though the drummer is getting yet another lecture about how they kind of need a beat to play even remotely together. Pierce is mostly staying out of it, laid back as he is, but even he has to put up a bit of a protest when the rest of his band decides to go inside and promise to be right back.
"Oh come on, guys," he says, taking a puff off his joint, "If you leave me alone, rule of comedy says a cop's gonna show up. Don't set up the scenario for the universe."
Unfortunately, his friends are completely used to this kind of nonsense off of him and totally ignore it, leaving Pierce alone with his guitar case and weed, supposedly for only about ten minute, but a lot can happen in that time.
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Until Karl walks past a particular club. That's when he smells it. That foulest of foul odors. Cigarettes he can tolerate to a degree, but not this vile crap. His bassist back in the band days enjoyed smoking the stuff and quickly learned to never do it around the redhead singer. Would Karl march up to him and pull it out and stomp on it? Yes. Would he throw a bucket of water on him to put it out? YUP. The legal aspect matters little; it just smells SO GODDAMN AWFUL.
Instead of continuing on with the peaceful, though somewhat ruined walk, the plan changes to approaching this dastardly villain. So Karl, unhappy as can be, approaches the youthful smoker while still clad in police uniform and the obligatory sunglasses at night. The angle prevents seeing the kid clearly, but anyone can tell this is a teenager. Maybe scaring them shitless will get them to stop smoking this shit. Karl can't help wrinkling his nose as the potency of the scent increases. "You realize what you're doing is illegal in this state."
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Pierce turns and freezes, staring at the in uniform cop, which gives Karl a good amount of time to get a good look at the kid. With the exception of the dyed purple hair (with brown roots showing), he looks startlingly familiar, kind of exactly like the bassist Karl used to know. The guitar case off to the side and the joint still in his hand probably don't help the resemblance at all.
"Uh..." Fuck, ok. He can totally get out of this! ...Somehow! "...No?" Yup. That totally worked.
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Stopping a teenager from smoking illegal substances has officially evolved into questioning sanity. Has the smoke somehow resulted in Karl getting high and seeing things? Okay, probably not, but how else do you explain this? The impossibility of seeing their good old bassist in his youth, though very obvious, doesn't stop the name from accidentally escaping his lips. "...Jay?"
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The name actually surprises him, and... sort of explains things. Sort of. This guy looks too young to know his dad, but that's kind of a moot point since he did kind of just flat out say his name. "Uh, well, that's my dad," he says, kind of hoping this new distraction will get him off the hook, "I look kind of freakishly like him, yeah. I guess you know him...?"
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To say he resembles his father would be an understatement. Odd hair color aside, their appearance is near identical. It's odd, though. Last time he saw the boy he was still a little infant. To see him all grown up and engaging in his father's favorite past time is a little disconcerting. It may also make the officer feel even older than usual.
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Still, even with that limited amount of information under Pierce's belt, he's squinting at Karl now, trying to figure this out. "Old acquaintance?" he asks. This guy looks older than him, sure, but not near as old has his dad. Not to mention there's something kind of familiar about the guy. Can't place why, quite yet.
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Ah, of course Pierce would question it. Couldn't the pot have made him oblivious to that? Karl, thankfully, doesn't waste a beat in giving a very quick, vague reply. "I'm older than I appear." True reply is true, if overly vague. Explaining the whole truth to an old friend's kid is NOT happening right now.
Time for a very quick topic change. The wind suddenly blowing the stench of weed Karl's direction makes that overly simple. "And I'm also disappointed you picked up some of your father's bad habits." A very pointed, disapproving look gets sent down toward the joint. Couldn't he have gotten into alcohol instead? Or had an intense sex drive? Or anything BUT weed. Such a disgusting habit, ugh.
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"Hey, there are worse ones." Not necessarily from his dad, but worse ones. Like cocaine, that's worse. Or heroine. Or... other stuff. Yeah. "At least I came by it honestly, or whatever that saying is?" Technically he knows his mom smoked some in college too, but he has a feeling this guy won't appreciate it.
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Right before turning to walk off, he pauses and turns back to Pierce. Before the kid could really even react, his joint gets plucked from his hand and gets painfully crushed by a shoe. If his father couldn't get away with it around Karl, Pierce definitely isn't. Now satisfied after the destruction of that vile filth, he finally starts walking away.
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He won't lie- there's a tiny bit of a freakout when the cop turns back at him. Did he change his mind? Seriously, what the hell? ...And then the guy just crushes his joint and walks away. Fine. Whatever. He was totally done with that anyway.