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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:17:47 GMT -5
Rachel walked out of her house and sat down on her porch, watching people walk through the streets or watering the garden and whatnot. It was nice and warm outside, cause the sun was shining brightly, causing a smile to form on her lips.
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:21:12 GMT -5
Frank was walking through the street where he lived, his guitar slinging from his shoulder, watching as people passed by quickly, wondering why everyone was so rushed now a days. He kept walking for a bit and noticed the girl sitting on the porch and recognised her, since they lived in the same street and from the tv of course. He made his way over to her and gave a smile. "Hey there, what's up?" he asked her.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:22:49 GMT -5
Rachel looked up at Frank and gave him a small smile. "Hey Frank, I have been doing good, I guess.... a little bored maybe, but I guess that happens to everyone. What about yourself?" she asked him, noticing the guitar slung across his shoulder and smiling a bit.
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:25:29 GMT -5
"Always good to hear," he told her, sitting down on the porch as well, not asking about it. "I have been good, a bit busy with the band you know. Practicing and I got tours running now," he said, putting his guitar beside him. "Aren't you supposed to be on set or something now?" he asked.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:28:36 GMT -5
Rachel smiled and shook her head. "Touring, huh? That's so cool," she said excitedly. "No, not right now. I am getting myself a break for a while, and I don't mind it at all," she said. She looked at his guitar and smiled..."Could I try playing it?" she asked him.
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:31:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's pretty darn awesome," he said, an excited grin on his face. "Well if you promise not to break it, sure," he said, handing his guitar to her.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:33:15 GMT -5
"I'll try," she joked with a grin, taking the guitar in her hands and placing it in her lap and let her fingers slide across the strings. She never really knew how to play guitar, but if she ever were to pick an instrument to play, it would be a guitar. "I suck at this," she said with a laugh, shaking her head a bit.
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:35:36 GMT -5
Frank smirked and shook his head, laughing when she said she sucked. "Just a little," he said. "Here try this," he said, placing her one hand a bit higher. And letting his fingers strum across the strings testing it, nodding his head in approval.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:38:01 GMT -5
"Hey now!" she said with a chuckle, letting her fingers strum across the strings like he did, and it sounded better already. "Well, playing guitar isn't my thing," she said, handing it back to him with a smile.
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:40:05 GMT -5
"Pity.." he said with a sigh, taking the guitar from her and playing a few cords from one of the songs from the album, humming along, singing softly...not caring about the stares some people gave him when they passed by.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:41:32 GMT -5
Rachel listened to him and looked at him with a smile. "Why aren't you the lead singer of the band?" she asked him, getting on her feet. "Can I get you anything, food or drinks?" she asked
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:43:17 GMT -5
"I do some minor singing in this band, but I am happy enough with playing my guitar and letting Gee do the singing," he told her, slinging the guitar back around his shoulder and standing up as well. "A coke wuold be nice," he said.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:45:11 GMT -5
"Cool...well come on in then," she said, opening the door, walking into the living room and motioning for the couch. "Sit, I'll be back," she said with a small smirk, before starting on her way to the kitchen to get him a coke and herself one as well.
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Post by frank on Jan 30, 2007 10:46:44 GMT -5
Frank nodded his head. "Yes ma'am," he grinned, taking a seat onto the couch and looking around her living room in an approving way, it looked good to him...a lot cleaner than his own he figured.
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Post by me on Jan 30, 2007 10:48:14 GMT -5
Rachel came back from the kitchen and handed him a glass of coke, placing her own one on the small table in front of the couch and sitting down beside him. "What brought you to my porch?" she asked him, taking a sip of her drink.
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