Cammie & Jay: Music in the Loft

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Cammie has a find to show off to Jay, but the winged boy proves hard to find.

Cammie had a bunch of old vinyl records in a bag and was out looking for a blue bird boy. He wasn't in his room so she checked a few other places before coming here. You could barely make out the sounds of music from the loft.

She climbed up and poked her head through the hole to the loft.

"You know, for a blue guy with wings you're really hard to find sometimes."

Jay picked through a song, his eyes lowered on his guitar while he played as quietly as he could. He didn't feel like talking, feeling as though he had said enough for one week and shrugged.

"Could of've flown to the ocean but Ah didn't want to fly back."

"Ah, such a ray of sunshine," Cammie said, pulling herself easily into the loft. One thing she could thank Logan for was a sizable increase in upper body strength. Not that she had been a slacker before, but now she was obviously getting toned.

"I come bearing gifts, from Ye Olde Record Store."

The playing stopped and he looked over at her, his shadow barely casting over her from the light that was far behind. It was dim where he sat, shrouded and nestled in a spot where the surounding straw would soak up the sound of the guitar, soothing the animals below rather than startling them.

"Yeah?" he asked, leaning over the instrument to see what records she had brought.

"Yeah," she said, pulling a nice variety out of the bag. There were a few Bob Dylan records and Jimi Hendrix. A decent collection of classic rock and American Folk. Also, predictability was a lot of classic punk. Even some of the stuff where it had started to break into Goth.

"Little bit of everything. I think the guy running the store had no idea what he had, but that's cool with me. I don't mind paying less for stuff that could be worth more."

"Huh," he said, flipping through three of the records. "Neat." Pausing on one album, Jay turned it over, looking at the list of songs. "When Ah was young Ah use to take these from mah momma and throw em at the wall like frisbees. They shatter pretty good."

"That's just a sin," Cammie said. Then laughed, "I did that too, my Dad has - well, I think he still has - a bunch of old records. I apparently liked to break up Arrowsmith. To bad it never stuck," she said with a laugh. She was not a fan. "Now, I listen to the things, imagine that."

"Yeah," he agreed though there wasn't anything to really agree with and turned over the records before setting them aside, seemingly disinterested. "Sorry, ain't in the music mood right now. Sorta just like to play it, not listen lately."

“I get ya,” she said, though she didn’t leave, “At least you can play. I have no talent in that area.” She admitted. Not that she hadn’t had a couple lessons at some point, “Either way, I spent all this effort getting up here, so I claim this loft in the name of… well… I don’t have a cool name to claim it in.”

"Sometimes it's better not to put a name to things, huh?" he smiled sadly. Playing put him in a mood but it wasn't a dark one. Only wishful thinking that took him away from the mansion, where he pictured himself years ago. It was only moments like this that he allowed himself to dream like this,but think about it too much and his grasp of reality starts to slip.

“Yeah, sometimes. I think naming rights should be taken away from anyone thinking of naming a band after themselves, when that band is not The Hendrix Experience,” she said with a laugh, “And not just that. Some times people pick really awful names for things that don’t have any place at all on that thing. Which is why I think names don’t matter at all.”

"They do sometimes," he said. "Especially when you're talkin' about who they're comin' from, yanno?"

"Whatever. The way I see it," Cammie said leaning back, "As long as you know who you are, someone can call you anything they want and it shouldn't matter. Let's see, Jake calls me Ishmael. Marius... is that his name...? dubbed me 'Bubbles.' And Kyle calls me Buttercup. I'm still me. Hell, I've been called a lot of horrible things."

"Bubbles? Why does he call you bubbles?" he asked, a smirk inching its way up.

"You know, I didn't understand that explanation of why he did and I couldn't find a translator, so hell if I know," Cammie laughed, "Something to do with my speech about names when Yana was being all... her and calling Kyle a dog."

"Yeah, Ah forgot he hates that." He looked thoughtful, knowing he could have come back at Kyle being a dog, blasted him with it and put him in his place. But hate bred insults and hurt, two things he didn't want to be good at or even start going there with. "Sometimes people deserve it though," he said instead.

"And you see, I was making the barking jokes too and was having a great time because I'm very young at heart and now Marius calls me Bubbles," Cammie said, "And I don't know...I suppose that depends on what the hell they did."

He shrugged. "Ah dunno. Sometimes he can run his mouth off." Jay could think of one time in particular. Maybe a few when they were together, some when they were separated.

"So? So can I. In fact, my fast talking got me stabbed before I got here," she said thinking about it, "He's never been a total cocksucker to me, though. Of course, there isn't any overt reason for him to be."

Jay coughed at that.