fandomhighdorms | Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

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Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

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"Whacking things with sticks is something I'm pretty sure I can handle," Warren noted, with a small quirk of a smile. "Unless I get carried away. Then I'll be buying a new drum set."

Upper body strength enough to get actual lift when flapping meant that getting Warren to beat on things that you didn't actually want to see broken was kind of a silly idea, generally.

Miley whistled. "Good to know," she said, giving him a curious little look. "See, what you do is you tune out the actual lyrics and just pay attention the beat. Whenever it gets emphasized, that's when you... whack."

Or so she'd heard. Whatever, being a pop star didn't mean she had to know how instruments worked.

"Just... whack."

That sounded easy enough.

And mildly dirty. Warren wrinkled his nose a little as he contemplated the drum kit, in light of that.

"That doesn't sound too difficult, I guess..."

HEY. Nothing was mildly dirty coming from the mouth of a Disney girl. Not even whacking things. Or banging things. Or... oh, forget it.

"Yeah, it's not! I mean, hey, if my drum-- I mean, if my friend Ashley can do it, so can you!"

...Nice save, Miley.

Yep. Still subtle like a sack of concrete, that Miley.

"Your drum-friend Ashley is a bit of a Rock Band pro, is she?"

Silly Warren! There was no such thing as drum-friends!

"Actually, she's a professional drummer," Miley explained loudly. Because she was so subtle. "But she's, like, not even smart at all. So it has to be easy."

This was true. On one phenomenal occasion, Ashley the drummer had gotten lost on a tour bus.

Now that took talent.

"You figure being smart and being able to keep a beat are closely related?"

Warren sounded skeptical. A little.

Oh, sure, ask a tough question, Warren. Mean.

"Well, maybe not," she conceded. "Maybe just... being attentive. Are you attentive?"

That part she asked a little hopefully.

"Attentive as compared to what, exactly?"

So, yes. Yes he was.

"...I dunno. Stuff."

And she was a conversationalist, too.

"Like, can you pay attention to stuff?"

"... Occasionally?"

Fairly constantly, actually. But he was kind of boggling at the little dips and wriggles that this conversation was making at the moment.

"I get decent marks in class, at least."

Conversations with Miley were never linear. It was a thing.

"Okay, see? So if you can pay attention in class, you can totally pay attention to a beat!" There. That was the connection. Sometimes it was hard to spot. "Try it! It's easy!"

"You have way too much faith in me."

That said, there was a certain sort of rhythm to flying, so maybe there would be some sort of carryover?

"Any requests?"

It was nothing personal. She was just an eternal optimist!

"You good with country-pop?"

Be grateful she was even asking, Warren.

"I'm not sure I even know country-pop," Warren pointed out. "I don't really have much experience with music in the first place."

At all. Seriously.

Then why did Karla want him to sing? GOD. What a disaster waiting to happen that was.

And this wasn't like bad cupcakes, where a little Pepto could solve the problem. No, no. A bad song could stick with you for life.

"Oh, here, I can play you some!" she offered. "Get the drums ready, okay?"

A little Pepto? No, no, Warren had been drinking it like soda pop while he worked through the cupcakes that night, after Karla had gone to sleep.

There had been orders for delivery on the stuff.

"Right. Drums." Well, whatever was going to happen, at least all Warren had to worry about was hitting things with sticks.

Beaming, Miley put on one of her favorites (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szxdGgFQ_ds). With the mic in one hand and her other hand tapping out the beat on her hip, she launched into the song.

Perfectly, of course, though that was wasted on Warren.

"Life is just a party so come as you are! Dress it up or dress it down, don't forget your guitar..."

It was certainly perky. Warren managed to relax and find the rhythm with the drums after a few missed beats. It wasn't so bad if he just thought of it like... flapping, maybe.

... Okay, maybe not flapping. But he was actually kind of enjoying this, even if he was sticking out his tongue slightly in concentration. Drum beat, drum beat, like that. Easy. Ish.

Perky was totally a step up from spunky, that was for sure. Warren had awesome taste.

"See? You're getting it!" Miley cheered him on in between verses. "Told you it wasn't that hard!"

Actually, she had said that stupid people could do it, and then that it took concentration. But sure.

Close enough!

"It's really not too bad at all," Warren allowed, mostly because all he had to do was tap sticks to a toy drum. "I mean, at least I'm not singing."

The world should always be so lucky.

Miley's eyes glinted. Well, Karla had said that she wanted Warren to try singing...

"Singing's kind of fun, though!" she tried to encourage him. Subtly. As she did. "I know a duet that's, like, way easy if you wanna give it a shot."

"... How easy?"

Really, really easy? Like maybe all Warren had to do was hum a few bars? He could handle that!

"Really easy! I promise." Miley flashed one of her biggest smiles at him, then batted her eyelashes for good measure. "Pretty please?"

Poor Warren (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXleINOD2S4).

... OH GOD WHY.

For what it was worth, at least Warren still got points if he was tripping over the lyrics, more or less to the beat.

But this one, at least, was a little more in his voice range than, say, Elvis or something.

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