Gallactica Point, Monday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

It is absolutely a gazillion times too nice a day out to spend it cooped up in doors like her mun has to, so Nadia is out at Gallactica point with her guitar and practice amp from Pip, as well as her new CD player from Walter, the tuner/metronome that spits skittles from Bridge, and the crazy little light up thingies from Mac.

She's determined to figure out the guitar to "Plea from a Cat Named Virtue" before the day is out.

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[nadiathesaint]

Why don't you ever wanna play,
I'm tired of this piece of string,
You sleep as much as I do now,
And you don't eat much of anything

[nadiathesaint]

I don't know who you're talking to,
I made a search through every room,
But all I found was dust that moved
In the shadows of the afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing,
They're not helping anything,
They won't make you strong.

[nadiathesaint]

So we should open up the house,
Invite the tabby two doors down,
You could ask your sister if
she doesn't bring her basset hound.

[nadiathesaint]

Ask the things you shouldn't miss:
Tape hiss and the modern man,
Cold wars and card catalogues,
To come and joine us if they can

[nadiathesaint]

For girly drinks and parlor games.
We'll pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
And maybe later you could try

[nadiathesaint]

to let your losses dangle off
the sharp edge of the century;
Talk about the weather or
how the weather used to be!

[nadiathesaint]

And I'll cater
with all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers spill
disappointment

[nadiathesaint]

Lie down,
Lick the soil from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
to believe you're strong.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia concentrates as she works out the guitar for the bridge, biting her lower lip slightly.

It's all rhythm guitar and chords. Her fingers are starting to hurt.

[nadiathesaint]

All you ever wanna do is drink and watch TV.
Frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.
I swear I'm gonna bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
If you don't stop these self defeating lies you've been repeating
Since the day you brought me home,

[nadiathesaint]

I know you're strong.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was getting the hang of the guitar on the song, and though her finger tips were yelling at her through the still developing calluses, grinned as she played out the end of it.

Then she propped her guitar on a near by rock, leaned back, and closed her eyes to soak up the day.