The Roof; Rather Late, Friday Night.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was having difficulty sleeping. Not only did his body still seem to think it was on Japan-time, but he could swear his bed was creaking dangerously when he laid down on it as if groaning with complaint. That, and he was thinking about that audition. When he first saw the flyer, he thought he'd check it out just on a whim, see what other students were into music, that sort of thing. But the more he thought about it, the more he started to realize that, perhaps, he was really wanting to get in. Were there many other students who played bass? He imagined most of them who played probably played acoustic or electric, probably not bass. Or was that just his imagination transformed from hope? He wasn't very good, true, but he wasn't bad, either. If he was the only one, it was a sure thing he'd get it...if not...

...well, he'd better practise. So, finally having found his way to the roof, he sat with his guitar and headphones, practising to Primus blaring in his ears. If he could manage to do a decent job of keeping up to Les Claypool, this audition should be a breeze.

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[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma appeared out on the roof. He had boredly scaled it from his window, just to see if he could. He peeked over the ledge before pulling himself up. "Oh hi. Chad right?//

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Between his head phones, the cranked up volume, and a wicked bass line, Chad was concentrating far too hard on getting the tricky licks to notice the boy climbing up onto the roof.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma is actually glad for this. Since his methood of getting up there might have seemed like he was a pervert or something. He walks over to Chad and waves a hand about 3 feet from his face.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The bass line dwindled as Chad noticed the waving hand. "Oh, hey," he pushed stop on his CD player and pulled his headphones down around his neck. "Ranma, right?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And you're Chad. That's pretty cool that you can play that." It's his version of a compliment.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad shrugged, strumming a few idle notes. "I just pluck at it a bit."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Cool." He looks up and makes a face. "Ugh... it sorta looks like it's going to rain."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Hm?" Chad turned his eyes upward to the sky, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Yeah. Don't like rain?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma shruged. "It's a big hassle."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. Ranma was the one with the water-gender-changing thing, wasn't he? To match his realization, Chad strummed another string, almost wishing it would rain so he could witness the thing and it would be a natural phenomina and therefor, somehow, a little less weird. "I'll bet."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"You're new. So how are things going for you so far?" He's trying to be social. It sure comes out awkwardly but he's trying. Maybe he can actually make a new friend..

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Good," Chad nodded, hitting a few more notes. He liked how a little music emphasised his words, and he played for each thing that came to his mind. Found a bar. Got a job. Met a few cute girls. "I like it here."

Too bad for Ranma's efforts that Chad tended to socialize more in grunts and monosyllabols than anything else.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"I.." He pauses for a minute. ".. do too." He does.. right..?

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

That? Would be the sound of Pip playing guitar as he walked up the stairs. "I hear the sound of virtuoso," he said.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad quickly halted his strumming. That had to be a joke, unless Pip was refering to himself. While rather arrogant, it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. "Where?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Well, unless someone shoved that guitar to you quickly and then jumped over the edge of the roof, I think you."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

There was a strange, unfamiliar heat in Chad's rocky cheeks all of a sudden; he think it might have been a blush. Having never recalled a moment where he'd ever really blushed, he couldn't quite be sure. "Might want to check the ground for splattered bodies, then," he rumbled, but he started the strumming up again.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip peered over the edge. "Nope. Must've been you. Wanna jam?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad had never jammed before except for with recorded sounds. But there was a first time for everything.

"Uh, sure."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

El nodded and thought about it for a moment before starting with the opening chords of Spanish Castle Magic.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad wasn't sure if he recognized the melody that Pip started up on, but it wasn't too difficult to feel a bass line for it. After a moment of getting the rhythm, the feel, the groove, if you will, he started hammering something out.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip grinned. "Yeah, that's it, we should get all the guitar players up here sometime."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Are there many others who play?"

Chad added after a thoughtful pause. "Any other bassists?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Pip said. "I know for a fact that Nadia plays. I know this because I taught her. Demyx plays some sort of odd instrument that sounds like an electric guitar. Blair just started learning. I hear that Zero has a band and plays guitar and I think Pippi plays drums." He shrugged and went into a particularly complex bit. "I think you'd be the only bassist, thougg."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

No. That wasn't a sigh of relief. Not at all. His thick fingers struggled to match the complexity. "Quite a collection," he commented. He could definately dig a massive roof orgy jam session.