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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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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.

HEY. MILEY WAS JUST DOING A FRIEND A FAVOR. YOU'RE WELCOME, KARLA.

"You have a really nice voice!" she told him. Which was... kind of true? She tended to pay more attention to herself than anyone else when she was singing, anyway.

Warren was just lucky it wasn't the duet (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x37q4r-tQiY) she was in the process of scheduling a time to record.

... Warren would have cried if it was that one. There was no way in the world he could get his voice as high and girly as Justin's.

"Thank you," Warren replied, fidgeting a bit. His voice wasn't bad, but it was certainly untrained, and that showed. The fact that he was so self-conscious about it didn't help matters any. "I mean, I don't use it for this kind of thing much."

He didn't generally use it much for talking, either.

"Well, I mean, I've had years of lessons," Miley said, shrugging. Which was only half-true -- all the lessons had come after she'd first hit it big, so. "For someone without any practice, you're pretty good. I mean, come on. have you seen America's Top Talent? There are people on there who sound like birds."

Then her eyes went wide. "No offense!"

Oh, god, Miley.

"Hey, none taken. It's not like I'm a bird," Warren replied, making a point to sound extra dismissive.

It was way more awkward when people caught things like that and then flailed about them than it was just pressing on through the conversation. It wasn't like he was a dove or something. Sometimes he felt as though maybe he should make some kind of monkey comment and then start profusely apologizing right on back.

But this was Warren.

Uh.

Miley flicked her eyes to the wings, then back to his face. Her instinct was to ask if he was absolutely sure about that, but then decided against it. Wings aside, he was pretty person-shaped.

Plus, no sense offending someone at a Rock Band party, right? That would just be silly.

"Yeah, totally," she laughed. "I mean, hello, a bird could not hit those high notes, am I right?" She stuck her hands out, gesturing like a talk show host expecting a response from the audience.

Crickets. Oh yes.

"... I'm pretty sure they probably could," Warren offered, after a moment. "Most songbirds pretty much have me beat when it comes to vocal range."

That was said with a somewhat teasing edge to it, at least!

[Bedtime for me! SP?]

Oh. Right. Was that why she was called America's songbird?

Miley waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, but I'm talking pigeons or something here," she decided. Belatedly. Because Warren was right, damnit.

[[Toootally!]]

"Hey, don't sound pigeons short," Warren replied, teasingly. "They're related to doves, you know."

And both sounded very much like pigeons.

And probably related to pterodactyls, too! It was all the same, bird-noise. Except seagulls. Seagulls she could tolerate.

"Do doves sound nice?" she asked, her raised eyebrows indicating that she doubted it.

Yes, Warren, you were a bird-ologist now.

"... If you like the sound of cooing?"

Which, granted, he didn't much care for either.

Oh. She knew that one.

"I do not," Miley said decisively. "Seagulls are okay, though. But I guess their noise is more like a -- " Here she approximated a screechy, unpleasant bird noise.

She was going to go ahead and not ask if he and seagulls were related, thank you.

Warren would have appreciated that, had he known. He could have conversations with seagulls if they came her looking for their redheaded friend, Ariel, but if it was insinuated that he was related to them somehow, he'd be pretty affronted.

"That's... quite the impression," he ventured. He also never wanted to hear that sound again.

You're welcome, Warren! Miley was happy to share her impressions at any time.
"Thanks!" she piped up brightly. "I hear them outside my window all the time at home, so I guess I picked up something. Although it totally doesn't extend to ducks. Because when I did a voice-over movie and I had to play the duck, I -- "

She froze.

"It was for a class," Miley hastened to clarify. Which wasn't even the slightest bit true, of course. "We made movies about animals. And I was supposed to be the duck!"
Oops.

Warren was kind of giving her the 'suuuuure' look, now.

"I'm sure you were a very good duck, Miley."

It was kind of cute how she thought that he believed even for a second that she wasn't in show business, somehow.

Then Warren was quite a bit smarter than just about everyone else Miley had ever met. Despite her glaring physical similarities to a major public figure and the aforementioned show business demeanor, not even the genius she knew back home had figured it out, let alone anyone else she knew.
It was amazing, the things a wig could do.

"Actually? I got fired." A beat. "From the group, I mean. They kicked me out. I had to make posters instead."

It was pretty amazing just what a jacket could do, too. People didn't see the glaringly obvious. Things like that were sometimes entirely too big to swallow all at once.

"... Posters for the school movie," Warren ventured, wondering just how far she'd take the charade. Not that he was going to try to break it. It didn't make mush difference to him one way or the other what it was she did for a living back home. "I'll keep that in mind, then, if I ever need a duck."

"Yeah." Miley nodded decisively. "Definitely look elsewhere. Though I could totally hook you up with Kyle. He's the best in the business, and he works regularly with a duck coach."

Just... try to deal with that slice of Disney wackiness, Warren.

"... There's actually such a thing as a duck coach?"

Warren was trying to deal. Honest.

It just wasn't working out so well.

"Totally (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkrQQ8dYQgw)! It surprised me too."

Which hadn't stopped her from emulating its every move for the duration of their three-hour session.

And the follow-up the next day.

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