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[There's a boy with a guitarcase hanging from his shoulder, paper at hand. His face looks utterly confused as his head goes from the paper, to twisting around and looking at his surroundings.]

This doesn't look like Beatnation at all, but I did get off at the airport...What the hell?


[Luke, from beatnation. He's a musician, more specifically a guitar player.]

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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Usually doesn't. Hey, name's Ana. Might know an asshole guy version of me named Asch?

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Name's Luke...and no, I'm afraid I don't.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

One of you that doesn't know a version of me already. Damn.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

What's this whole "version of you" thing? You've got a bunch of twins or something spread all over the world?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I wasn't fucking kidding when I said insanity. You'll see people here that look exactly like people you know but aren't. Like, I've seen girls that look like my twin. Aren't her, though. Lots of my boyfriend. Lots of me.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Wh-what? You're kidding me, right?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Nope. Someone my boyfriend's close to has my stage name.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

This might...explain why we sort of look like we could be siblings.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... yeah, kinda.

*notices the guitar* Oh hey. Nice. Model?

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[Pulls at the strap and just gives a humorless smile] Fender California; A blue Sonoran. Still kind of starting up on this, so I'm sticking to acoustics for now.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Awww, cute lil' newbie.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[Makes a face at that] Hey, we all gotta begin somewhere, right?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*laughs* True.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

It would have been preferable to have come out of my mom's womb with a tiny guitar attached, but Oh, well.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*laughs again* Hey, not everyone can get lucky.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

According to my mother, the umbilical cord was wrapped around my wrist...so in a way, I came with a microphone cord attached and I can sing decently.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Even crying in key. Now I'm impressed.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

I make up for my stiff fingers with my voice, I guess.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

What kind of music do you sing?

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Mmm...I don't have a preference, though I could probably sing anything.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

So tempted to take you up on that.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

If you're going to make me sing like a girl, just know that it's been done.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*does a growl worthy of death metal*

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

It's been done too. [And imitates the growl, making a stereotypically angry face]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Sweet.