I know a room full of musical tunes

[backatthehotel]

WHO: Pink Musician and Blue Fanboy
WHERE: Music shop, somewhere
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: I don't see why
SUMMARY: Rock star, meet rock enthusiast
FORMAT: Words

Celebrating is all well and good, but once the tab is paid and the hangover slept off, there's actual business to get down to. Pink's talked a lot about enjoying the break the City's given him, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop playing, or writing. For him, break just means he doesn't have a deadline looming, and can approach his personal projects at his own pace.

But of course, to accomplish anything he needs more equipment.

He's found his way to that music store Curtis told him about, and has been spending the past hour browsing, asking occasional questions, offering contrary opinions, and narrowing down what he may be walking away with. He's to the point where he's asked to try out a couple of the instruments, and is in the middle of tuning a sleek black bass guitar, handling it like it's already his.

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[backatthehotel]

Showmanship, standards, presentation... damn important to Pink, too. Don't ever get him started on the importance of a proper stage show. It's not just about the music.

"Worse every bloody time," he agrees, obviously honestly commiserating. He's had his share of universal screwing-over, yes indeed. Some of it even isn't entirely his fault. "But I think I've got the last laugh. Fresh start. New tricks up my sleeve. And thirty years younger than any of them." Though that one is a little more uncomfortable to think about.

[notpredictable]

"You know, I've contemplated that whole--" He waves a hand, brow and nose wrinkling, "'fresh start' mumbo jumbo." Huffing, he goes back to his examinations of the walls, pulling back his original purpose in coming here.

New material, specifically.

"It's important to always have something new up your sleeve. The element of surprise can be quite the advantage."

[backatthehotel]

"Not too keen on it?" he asks, with a smirk. Beckoning over an employee and exchanging a few words with them, handing them the bass, then trundling over to hang by Megamind and watch him pick through music. "Not gonna go off and find religion, rediscover myself or any of that bullshit. But I had some baggage, you know? Good to be done with that." Baggage. The band, the fame, the cheating wife, the utter disaster of that last show... baggage. Right.

"Little less in music then your line of work, I s'pose. Though you can't get anywhere without innovation. Nowhere worth it."

[notpredictable]

"Haven't decided yet. Being good is so droll." Evil -- his definition of it, anyway -- is far more exciting.

"Baggage. Yes. Quite intimate with that concept." He keeps rifling, looking for -- well. Anything, honestly.

"Precisely. That, my new musically inclined acquaintance, is my middle name."

[backatthehotel]

"Ha! True enough. I like to think of myself as neutral. Art doesn't pick sides." Well, no, that's just completely untrue. "My art doesn't pick sides."

He doesn't stick too close to Megamind, wandering off to examine the other instruments for sale. Staying just close enough to keep the conversation going. Oh, look at that gong...

"That so?" Curiosity, and a hint of a challenge, in his voice. Go on, mate. Give him some examples. Interest him.

[notpredictable]

"Touche," he purrs, flipping an album over in his hands. "Neutral. Yes...quite like that." Better than being good, as Roxanne was pushing so damned hard for. She'd probably never understand that he didn't have it in him to be the 'hero' she so desperately wanted. Sometimes he wonders if she's with him just because he's convenient.

"Indeed!" He smirks. "I'm an inventor - I create! Build! Shape! Weapons of mass destruction and technology that far surpasses the human scope of understanding."

[backatthehotel]

"Neutral's the best way. Do what you like. see to yourself."

Pink calls over another of the employees. Asks a question, and doesn't much like the answer he's given. There's a bit of back and forth, but apparently, in the end, Pink wins out, and the guy goes to get... something.

"Like what?"

Ah, there's that employee again. With... a large mallet-looking thing. The musician grins.

[notpredictable]

"Yes yes, exactly."

He's not sure Roxanne would agree, but. If she couldn't accept him as he was, then how far would they get anyway?

"Well! I could start with my revolutionary technology -- or! My devices designed to bring Metro City to a crumbling heap at my feet!"

Cough.

"Which would you prefer?"

[backatthehotel]

Pink hefts the gong hammer, twirls it between his fingers. He just wants to go to town with the thing, it's obvious. But he's resisting. For the moment.

"What's your favourite? If you had to pick just one thing."

[notpredictable]

Yes. Megamind can see that.

"Oh, just one?!" He groans, rocking on his heels. "Picking only one is blasphemy, but..."

He pauses, thinks, starts to say something then cuts himself off.

"Well. I'd say my favorite would have to be...my dehydration gun. Usually, it has eight functions -- dehydration, demoralize, decoupage, decompress, deregulate, debilitate, destroy, and death ray. They're all drastically different functions and serve a different purpose though here...for some reason the blasted thing seems to be malfunctioning, no matter what I do."

[backatthehotel]

"Decopauge?" Sorry Megs, he's got to laugh, there. Good-naturedly, though... "That come up much, in a fight?"

He approaches the gong, and lightly-lightly-lightly rattles it with the hammer, tap-tapping along the edge to get a clear, vibrating sound.

"Malfunctioning how?"