Post by Knight on Aug 1, 2015 7:53:09 GMT -5
"Something in me that's smarter than I am, it must be. Otherwise I'm a little screwed." It was a strange thought that he might actually be needed for anything more than music and a little companionship. Nobody had trusted him with more than that for a long, long time. It occurred to him that part of what Ana was saying might be a well-disguised request for help. If not a cry for help. Bring me back down to earth. Don't let me drift away. He wished he had a way to tell her that he didn't know how, he was still baffled as to how it was that he kept coming back down. Knight would figure out a way to protect his friend, from herself if necessary. Somehow.
"I ran away to a different continent, Ana. I'm not sure you can claim that you're the biggest runner of the two of us, I know your parents brought you here with them." Just because she had left before he had last time didn't mean much. After all, she'd been on the scene longer than him then, too. Or at least he thought she had, it was hard to tell sometimes in NYC. So many musicians, you couldn't bother to remember their names until they proved themselves. Otherwise you would be a head full of names and nothing else. "Have you got a suggestion, m'dear? After all, the rest of the band is gone. If we're a duo, we need a plan of attack." He gave her a broad grin. Neither of them were soldiers, and in his increasingly inebriated state, that seemed like a good joke.
"I ran away to a different continent, Ana. I'm not sure you can claim that you're the biggest runner of the two of us, I know your parents brought you here with them." Just because she had left before he had last time didn't mean much. After all, she'd been on the scene longer than him then, too. Or at least he thought she had, it was hard to tell sometimes in NYC. So many musicians, you couldn't bother to remember their names until they proved themselves. Otherwise you would be a head full of names and nothing else. "Have you got a suggestion, m'dear? After all, the rest of the band is gone. If we're a duo, we need a plan of attack." He gave her a broad grin. Neither of them were soldiers, and in his increasingly inebriated state, that seemed like a good joke.
