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Who: Kido, Genos and You!
What: A performance
When: Jan 13, evening
Where: Club Medusa
Warnings: feeling manipulation from people who don't know they have it

MANTICORE's frontman guitarist and System Crash's "please stick me as far in the back as possible" bassist are accidentally putting on one hell of a show.

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Unfortunately, that does not protect them from the tabloids.

She gets to her feet, still a little shaky, and returns her bass to its case. "Depending on who shows up back here, should we invite everybody else, or just us?"

She kind of prefers one on one, but she doesn't know if he's as much of an introvert as she is.

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Nothing can protect from those, he's pretty sure.

He considers bringing it with him. Instead he'll hand it off to one of the guards with strict instructions to make sure it gets back to his penthouse safe.

"Just us is fine." He sees his bandmates plenty, and those are the people he usually sits down at meals with.

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That is probably true.

Kido will probably pass the bass off to someone in the band. "I kinda like the sound of that."

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"Then lets get going."

He'll start heading towards the backdoor.

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She'll follow along. She looks a little less dazed than when they first came off the stage. "I know that was weird, but... thanks." She really doubted anyone else would've played that with her.

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"You're welcome... It... was good." Despite the odd feeling during the performance, it felt real. The music felt overpowering and true.

Can't say that about every song.

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"We should do it again sometime." She says it in a half-playful tone like she might not be serious. She's totally serious.

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"I'd like that," honest. Though maybe not a song that has them on such opposite ideals.

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"You have to write the next song. It only went over because you played it well this time." She wonders if he's upset about those oppositions.

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"You're locking yourself into this now. Pretty sure it was your lyrics." He's not upset exactly, he knows they're two very different people. The bottom line, the last stanzas they sung, say that they want similar things, even if it's two opposing ways of protecting.

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She nudges him in the side. "There's a reason I'm not the lyricist for System Crash."

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"Doesn't fit your image, but it was still good."

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"You're still writing the next song." She rolls her eyes before she stuffs her hands in her hoodie pockets.

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"If you insist. Just don't expect it to be as good."

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"I think you have really low standards." She pulls her hood back up, making sure to tug it low over her eyes.

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"You're not giving yourself enough credit."

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"You give me too much. It works out."

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"Don't think it works like that. Maybe give yourself more and I won't have to shower you."

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"Maybe you're just inflating my ego. That'd be a disaster."

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"Maybe you need a little of it."

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"I took an ego cut a few years ago. I'm better off without a big head."

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"Nothing wrong with knowing when you're doing well."

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"What about you? How do you think you're doing?"

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"Perfect." He winks behind his glasses.

He doesn't quite mean that honestly. But he's been doing pretty well for himself, he thinks.

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She rolls her eyes at him with another elbow to his side. "You'd be solo if it wasn't for you catching the eye disease, huh?"