America's Lost Boys

[kiss_my_jazz]

Life is… immense. Wise words. Of the hundreds of thousands of voices that spoke to me from the infinite variations of the song of Humanity-of all their melodies, harmonies, and wonderful cacophonies-the jarring arguments of notes without which the song just would not be-that one stayed with me, wrapped its theme around my existence, wove its

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[sure_shot_honey]

You seem... fascinating. I can only imagine what your music must sound like.

[[*much squeeing from the mun* Ah, Tim Roth! I haven't seen the movie for a long while but I remember it being great. :D Hello and welcome!]]

[kiss_my_jazz]

Thank you, miss. You know, you don't have to only imagine. I would be happy to play for you.

[Hello to you and thanks for the welcome. :) Yes, Tim Roth is a fine, fine looking gentleman, isn't he? ;) ]

[sure_shot_honey]

It's Poppy. Really? Then I'll look forward to it.

Have you ever considered giving lessons?

[[Oh yes. Yes indeed. Finally someone that agrees with me!]]

[kiss_my_jazz]

Poppy. A pleasure to meet you.

No, I never thought about giving lessons. Because you see, I don't exactly know how to play any way that can be taught. I mean, I never learned. I just... sat down and did it one day, as naturally as breathing. I wouldn't know where to start. How do you teach someone to feel music? It would be easier to teach a man with no legs how to walk. What I do and what real musicians do... it's not quite the same thing.

[I can name for you a few others. timroth also.]

OOC:

[justa_messenger]

wow!! I loved this movie, and I can't wait to see what you are going to do with the role!!

Also OOC

[kiss_my_jazz]

[Thanks! I hope to do quite a lot with it. ;) ]

[shattered_laugh]

You have lost boys too?

[kiss_my_jazz]

Yes. Doesn't everybody?

[shattered_laugh]

I have lost boys, well Peter and I do, they live in Neverland with us and wel play and have fun.

*waves her Tiny hand*

I'm Tinkerbell, or Tink.

[kiss_my_jazz]

*He smiles and gives a little bow* Neverland. Ah, yes... *he looks at her, but his eyes seem not to see her* The shells wash up on the shore in the cove and shine like jewels. When the sands are warm and the trees are at their greenest you can hear a conch shell sound ove the evening birdsong, and the firest is lit by Indian fires, adventurers' torches, and the smell of the pirates' beer hangs in the air with the fleeting laughter of the mermaids...

*He blinks back to the present here and now* I'm 1900. A pleasure to meet you, miss Tink.

[my_mom_left_me]

Your life does seem complicated.

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