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And so, It begins.

Posted by wingdndangerous on 2006.02.15 at 18:14


pan_left at 2006-02-16 22:28 (UTC) (Link)
The CD, clearly a mix, switched songs, this one more grainy than the first had been, as if it had been badly recorded in a loud club.

Your Eyes, as we said our goodbyes

Mark nearly choked on his tounge. "Doesn't sound mainstream." He managed to croak. His grip tightened as they skidded round the corner and Mark hoped that they actually made it to whereever they were going without getting into a firey crash.
mutant_race at 2006-02-16 23:21 (UTC) (Link)
"No- not much of what the kids listen to is," Scott replied as he switched the song, clearly not one for sappy music. Hitting the eject button, he flipped open the visor above the windshield, removing a CD from a full CD sleeve and putting the old CD in it's place. He popped the new CD in, and the heavier, older sound of Zepplin seeped through the speakers. Seeming content, Scott drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, having hit a long, straight road.

His attention now diverted from the road, he cast a glance at Mark.

"So- Warren said you're a flim maker." He said conversationally, although he had an easy tone that suggested he wasn't doing it to break the silence between them.
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