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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 22:16:53 GMT -8
Lou frowned as he told the band to take five and stepped off of the stage. Alonzo was late, worryingly so. He made his way through the speak, pausing and changing course when he finally saw the black and white tom enter. "Mr. O'Neal, where the hell have you been?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 22:29:21 GMT -8
Alonzo startled, looking blatantly terrified for a moment. "Well, I," he stammered.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 23:07:59 GMT -8
The tabby blinked at that, his tone softening slightly, "Alonzo?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 23:09:24 GMT -8
"Yeah?" he asked, still startled but starting to calm slightly. "Sorry, sorry, I'm late aren't I?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 23:11:25 GMT -8
"By two songs. Are you able to go on?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 23:20:10 GMT -8
"Maybe another two minutes," Alonzo said, futilely trying to smooth down the fur on his tail that stood on end.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 23:23:06 GMT -8
The bandleader nodded, "We'll play another number and then you can join us."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 15, 2012 23:48:58 GMT -8
"Thanks," he said, summoning up a smile for his bandleader.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 15, 2012 23:50:17 GMT -8
Lou touched the brim of his hat and started for the stage, whistling once for the other bandmembers to get in place for the next song.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 16, 2012 0:00:36 GMT -8
Alonzo watched the song, coming down from his encounter in the alley. Looking out over the floor as he pulled his fiddle out of its case to make sure it was ready, he noticed a certain torbie pattern on the dance floor and swallowed hard.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 16, 2012 0:08:30 GMT -8
Jerrie almost missed a step in the next dance when he heard the fiddle finally joined in. His gaze darted toward the stage and he hesitated, spinning the queen he was dancing with and pulling her back in. He'd spent the last few days doing everything he could to not think about the violinist and suddenly was abruptly reminded of him and his faint Irish lilt.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 16, 2012 0:20:33 GMT -8
Alonzo tried to focus on the fiddle, not anything about a strange black tom and the way hearing his last name sent shivers down his spine, nor admiring how well a torbie danced on the floor. All that should have ever mattered to him was the fiddle and he tried to put all his attention there.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 16, 2012 17:35:44 GMT -8
As the song came to a close, Jerrie twirled his dance partner around one more time before leading her from the floor and offering her friend a dance. He'd dance with any unattached queen there if it meant something to focus on instead of the sounds of a violin.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 16, 2012 21:59:28 GMT -8
Alonzo made it through the set, though he was grateful for when the break between sets came, the other band coming on. Setting his fiddle down, he glanced back toward the floor, leaning against the side of the stage and watching.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 16, 2012 22:03:21 GMT -8
Jerrie finished his latest dance and stepped away from the floor, needing a break. His gaze swept the establishment, though he would deny he was looking for anycat in particular.
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