15: [Video] Crazy Circles/Private to Kurt
"Uh. Hey, dude."
Dean clears his throat a little awkwardly. The camera is settled this time on what appears to be the coffee table in front of the worn sofa, if the stack of automobile magazines obscuring half the frame are any indication. He nudges them aside with one hand before raking said hand through his hair and ruffling cropped dirty-blonde strands. This 'sharing your feelings' thing is harder than Dean thought it was going to be. He never really shares anything with anyone but Sammy, and even choosing the right song for the occasion has proven to be a challenge for him.
Dean knows very well who Lady GaGa is. But there's no way he's going that far just to get his point across.
So, very quietly, he reaches over to one side for the stupid acoustic guitar that the closet gave him that he's been on-and-off fiddling with for the sake of acquiring a new skill while he's here. It's like Groundhog Day; there's no sense in wasting all the time available. Dean's fingers slide over the frets and he spends a moment looking quietly sheepish.
"...I was just gonna say that...I saw your message. And yeah, thanks, I, uh...I got the picture." More than that, actually, since Kurt's bitchy little tantrum hit closer to home than the teenager thought. Dean sighs, "I have a lot more toxins in me than just booze. So. I did my homework for the first time in twelve years."
Choosing a classic rock song that has nothing to do with concerts, cars, women, having sex with women in the back seats of cars, or drugs, had been a really difficult endeavor. Dean ended up settling on Crazy Circles by Bad Company, seeing as it was one of those songs that felt like a fairly accurate reflection of his life.
He rests the guitar on his knee, takes a deep breath, and begins to get through the chords he rushed to learn.
Life is like a merry-go-round,
Painted horses ridin' up and down.
Music takes you and you're gone again,
Crazy circles never seem to end,
Oh, I will face the sun,
Leavin' shadows far behind.
And together we'll go on
Through time, oh yeah.
Life is just a game of chance,
Some find riches and some romance.
Some find happiness, and some find sorrow.
Some find it today, and some maybe tomorrow-
Oh, I will face the sun,
Leavin' shadows far behind.
And together we'll go on
Through time, oh yeah...
Life is like a carousel,
You aim for Heaven, and you wind up in Hell.
To all the world you're livin' like a king,
But you're just a puppet on a broken string-
Oh, I will face the sun
Leavin' shadows far behind.
And together we'll go on
Through time, oh yeah...
Life is like, mm-mm-m, and life is like, mm-mm-m,
Crazy circles, goin' round and round
Crazy circles, round and round and round
One day you're up - And the next day you're down.
Life is like a merry-go-round.
When he's through, Dean's fingers sort of linger on the strings before he sets the guitar aside and lets out a long breath. Admittedly, Crazy Circles isn't an apology, but Dean's always been bad at fessing up about things he's done wrong. That, and clearly Hell hath no fury like a Hummel scorned, if the kid's transmission was any indication. Is this too soon to ask forgiveness? Dean's an impatient guy.
He leans over, and switches off the communicator.
Dean clears his throat a little awkwardly. The camera is settled this time on what appears to be the coffee table in front of the worn sofa, if the stack of automobile magazines obscuring half the frame are any indication. He nudges them aside with one hand before raking said hand through his hair and ruffling cropped dirty-blonde strands. This 'sharing your feelings' thing is harder than Dean thought it was going to be. He never really shares anything with anyone but Sammy, and even choosing the right song for the occasion has proven to be a challenge for him.
Dean knows very well who Lady GaGa is. But there's no way he's going that far just to get his point across.
So, very quietly, he reaches over to one side for the stupid acoustic guitar that the closet gave him that he's been on-and-off fiddling with for the sake of acquiring a new skill while he's here. It's like Groundhog Day; there's no sense in wasting all the time available. Dean's fingers slide over the frets and he spends a moment looking quietly sheepish.
"...I was just gonna say that...I saw your message. And yeah, thanks, I, uh...I got the picture." More than that, actually, since Kurt's bitchy little tantrum hit closer to home than the teenager thought. Dean sighs, "I have a lot more toxins in me than just booze. So. I did my homework for the first time in twelve years."
Choosing a classic rock song that has nothing to do with concerts, cars, women, having sex with women in the back seats of cars, or drugs, had been a really difficult endeavor. Dean ended up settling on Crazy Circles by Bad Company, seeing as it was one of those songs that felt like a fairly accurate reflection of his life.
He rests the guitar on his knee, takes a deep breath, and begins to get through the chords he rushed to learn.
Life is like a merry-go-round,
Painted horses ridin' up and down.
Music takes you and you're gone again,
Crazy circles never seem to end,
Oh, I will face the sun,
Leavin' shadows far behind.
And together we'll go on
Through time, oh yeah.
Life is just a game of chance,
Some find riches and some romance.
Some find happiness, and some find sorrow.
Some find it today, and some maybe tomorrow-
Oh, I will face the sun,
Leavin' shadows far behind.
And together we'll go on
Through time, oh yeah...
Life is like a carousel,
You aim for Heaven, and you wind up in Hell.
To all the world you're livin' like a king,
But you're just a puppet on a broken string-
Oh, I will face the sun
Leavin' shadows far behind.
And together we'll go on
Through time, oh yeah...
Life is like, mm-mm-m, and life is like, mm-mm-m,
Crazy circles, goin' round and round
Crazy circles, round and round and round
One day you're up - And the next day you're down.
Life is like a merry-go-round.
When he's through, Dean's fingers sort of linger on the strings before he sets the guitar aside and lets out a long breath. Admittedly, Crazy Circles isn't an apology, but Dean's always been bad at fessing up about things he's done wrong. That, and clearly Hell hath no fury like a Hummel scorned, if the kid's transmission was any indication. Is this too soon to ask forgiveness? Dean's an impatient guy.
He leans over, and switches off the communicator.