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Preferred Alias: Arthur

RED - Something about yesterday: I had coffee and toast for breakfast. I'm not very interesting.
ORANGE - Something you do well: [this space was initially left blank, helpfully filled in by Wildd:] Performing oral sex
YELLOW - Something about your childhood: I frequently found myself in trouble at primary school for daydreaming, and once for kissing another boy during lunch.
GREEN - Something you learned last week: How to make Long Island iced tea.
BLUE - Something you can't live without: Music.
INDIGO - Something you watch: I used to watch the news, but only because it's what my dad always had on.
VIOLET - Something you listen to: Gimme Danger.
Ask Me About My Rainbow

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[even when she was still wrapped up in Brian, Mandy wouldn't have been able to argue with that. She'd seen it that first time, when Curt was still caught up in the junk but in spite of that the most intense performer she'd seen, and nothing had really topped that since]

Yeah. I haven't seen anyone come close to touching what he did.

[she wouldn't know what to say if Arthur actually compared her out loud to Curt in that fashion. Yeah, they both survived like stubborn cockroaches to spite Brian and everyone else, but that's all they've got in common, aside from the shared heartbreak that somehow made them friends. She's the brash American too, but Curt made it something people stared at because it took their breath away, not because it made them laugh]

Not a problem. I may still be far behind the times of a lot of people here, but I do have a decade to catch you up on. Not a lot of it's been great, but there have been a few standouts.

Edited 2017-11-02 23:50 (UTC)

[I miss him. I wonder what he'd think of this. I wonder if ever thinks of me. I wonder if he even remembers my name.

There are a thousand things Arthur wants to say, none of them appropriate and most of them needy and fanatical, exactly the kind of behavior he's trying to avoid.]

I think if I tried to put it into words, I wouldn't do him justice. I think most really good musicians are like that, though.

[oddly, if he said those things, Mandy could probably echo some of them. She knows that she'll never say it, because she can scarcely admit it to herself, but she's probably been half in love with Curt in a less than platonic way since things fell apart and he was the only one who really stuck around to help her get a few pieces put back in place.

Which is a whole other can of worms she is never, ever opening]

They should be, yeah. They have to be something you have to experience for yourself. Which, while it makes them a bloody nightmare to promote, makes it all the more exciting when people do experience them and see what you did.

[Curt, Brian, there's so many names she could list who aren't here and maybe not people besides she and Arthur would name who are indescribable even in genre, who you just have to hear and see and feel for yourself.]

I've thought about being a music promoter.
I'm not sure I could handle the stress, but I can't sing worth a damn and I love music, so it seemed like an option that would allow me to be involved without having to show my (lack of) talents.

But it seems exhausting.

[And what an understatement that is. It's more than exhausting--he can tell as much even from his outsider's view. There's something about it that tries to suck out the soul, and it seems that no one is safe.]

these days I've been thinking musical reporter might be better.

It's definitely not for everyone. On the best days, it was like herding cats. On the worst, it was herding cats on speed.

[hey, she can still joke about stuff like that. That has to be a good thing.

Well, if it hadn't been hard to hold her tongue before, it's certainly gotten so now]

If the opportunity presents itself, you should go for it. You'd certainly be a lot better than a few I had the misfortune of having to work with it.

I only ever had to deal with Malcolm, Ray and the others on pot or mushrooms. I don't even want to imagine them on speed.

[Of course, he hasn't been through the living hell Mandy has, but it's still something of a thrill--at least, at this stage in his emotional development.]

it must have been terrible for you. Everything that happened, I mean. Drugs are fine, but when they start affecting your daily life...

[He shudders.]

I'm just glad you're still here. So many people let it ruin their lives.

I'm just glad I wasn't the one who had to deal with the cleaning bills after that. The plus side of bowing out of that side of things after awhile. I did a lot of 'vitamin shots' when things were busy and I had to stay awake to make sure everything got done, and fuck knows what was actually in those things, but they weren't actually any fun for me.

I don't think they've found a word to describe that particular sort of hell. I'm still not sure how I feel about the fact he survived the shit.

[not that she's sure 'Tommy' is actually squeaky clean like he pretends, maybe he's still got a habit, but he's alive and that's enough to make her sick sometimes, and she hates herself in moments for that considering how much she loved him]

Yeah. Well. I'd like to say that was a conscious decision, but it wasn't entirely. I'm fairly certain even if I hadn't wound up here I'd be fine, me and the cockroaches, impossible to get rid of.

[she has to make that sound funny, because otherwise it skirts the really unglamorous parts of heartbreak and at the very least she would need to be paying him to hear that]

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