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maskormenacelogs2016-07-21 02:17 am
crapbearer) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-07-21 02:17 am
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lessons in guitar-ing and also how to people
WHO: Max n' Marty, also Doc later
WHERE: Marty's house, while his roomies are gone (because noise)
WHEN: sssometime mid-july? Will be hasned out
WHAT: Guitar lessons! And then... well, other hard lessons, too.
WARNINGS: strained friendships :(
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Max had a good enough handle on his portals to know the quickest way to De Chima without using the porter. It wasn't too much quicker but sure as heck needed less walking, which was especially good if he was carrying a bulky guitar case.
He arrived right on time - maybe a few minutes early? It didn't hurt to be a little early, especially for guitar lessons from Marty freakin' McFly. He was a time traveler, he could appreciate a little punctuality, right?
The weight of the guitar case slung across his back hung heavy on his shoulders, and even through the case he could smell the oil and varnish on the new guitar. He'd already played around with it, learned a few things, but there was still plenty of breaking in to do before that new guitar smell gave way to old guitar smell... whatever that was.
Max rocked back on his heels once he knocked, grinning with excitement.
WHERE: Marty's house, while his roomies are gone (because noise)
WHEN: sssometime mid-july? Will be hasned out
WHAT: Guitar lessons! And then... well, other hard lessons, too.
WARNINGS: strained friendships :(
---
Max had a good enough handle on his portals to know the quickest way to De Chima without using the porter. It wasn't too much quicker but sure as heck needed less walking, which was especially good if he was carrying a bulky guitar case.
He arrived right on time - maybe a few minutes early? It didn't hurt to be a little early, especially for guitar lessons from Marty freakin' McFly. He was a time traveler, he could appreciate a little punctuality, right?
The weight of the guitar case slung across his back hung heavy on his shoulders, and even through the case he could smell the oil and varnish on the new guitar. He'd already played around with it, learned a few things, but there was still plenty of breaking in to do before that new guitar smell gave way to old guitar smell... whatever that was.
Max rocked back on his heels once he knocked, grinning with excitement.
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"Oh. Oh no. Marty, I'm..." He reaches down for the guitar pieces, frantically grabbing the neck and trying to press it against the body, as if force of will could weld them together. He ignores the small slice in his arm where he'd struck and smashed the instrument. "I'm so sorry. We can — I could — I'm sure Doc can fix it, right?"