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Post by Mustapha on Dec 21, 2008 19:08:16 GMT -5
Mustapha concentrated, scrunching her nose slightly, clicking her fingers, straightening her back. She waited.
She opened one eye and saw nothing had happened she growled in annoyance.
"How many times to I have to try this!" She growled again, stomping a little converse in he dust. A cloud of dust swirled around her and she coughed so hard she fell on the ground.
"If you can't contact rock here, then where the bloody hell do you contact it?!?!"She yelled at the iron, rusted gates.
She had been standing outside Wembley's gates for sometimes now trying to contact past rockers and gain some form of spiritual guidence but all she had gotten was rubble, dust and few ants.
She sighed leaning back onto her skinny elbows when suddenly someone came up behind her.
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Post by Meatloaf on Dec 21, 2008 19:15:22 GMT -5
Meat let out a long sigh as she trudged along the beaten path towards Wembley Stadium. She was just hoping to go there for some peace and quiet.
"If you can't contact rock here, then where the bloody hell do you contact it?!?!"
Or not.
Walking around the corner, the blond Bohemian spotted a familiar, pink haired form standing in front of the gates, looking very frustrated. Walking up behind her, Oz placed a hand on Mustapha's shoulder.
" Hey hen... what are you doing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 21, 2008 19:43:47 GMT -5
"WOAH!" Mustapha practically jumped out of her skin and the touch of someones hand on her shoudler. She turned at saw an equally freaked out Oz.
"Oh sorry... I... you...freaked me.... out..." She stammered trying to catch her breath. Her heart was thumping so hard she couldn't hear herself think.
She remembered Oz's question before she freaked out.
"Oh...I um.... to be honest with you Oz..." she patted the floor next to her inviting Oz to take a seat, "I came to get some spiritual guidence on some stuff..." Mustapha mumbled under her breath, putting her head in her hands.
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Post by Meatloaf on Dec 23, 2008 11:55:20 GMT -5
Meat blinked and sat down next to Mustapha, rapping an arm around her shoulder.
" Spiritual guidance about what?" she asked.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 23, 2008 20:46:45 GMT -5
"Well...ever since we got out those instruments and took down Global Soft right? Well Scaramouche and Galileo seem to be handling it all so well... but I don't know what to do! Gaz just pops out new lyrics... Scaramouche seems to come up with guitar riffs instantaneously... but I can't do it! I can't play bass as good as I think I should and I can't get a bass line for this new song... and... and.. and..." She sighed and dopeed her head in her knees.
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Post by Meatloaf on Dec 24, 2008 10:10:16 GMT -5
Meat sat there in silence while Mustapha just poured her heart out about how she was feeling. Once she was finished, the blond bohemian just laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze.
" Aw babe, you're far to young to be worrying so much about so little!" she reassured her, leaning forward to tweak her nose. " You're an amazing bass player, you have to be because you're the only one on all of Planet Mall! You also have plenty of time to practice and hone your skills. You've seen how long Mouche is cooped up in the music room, practicing on the Mighty Axe and Gaz... well he's the Dreamer so he always has lyric floating around in his head, he can't help it!"
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 25, 2008 19:12:34 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded, Oz was always knew what to say. She was the best. Mustapha sighed and leaned on her shoulder fiddling with one of Oz's wrist bands.
"So... Why did you come here?"
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Post by Meatloaf on Dec 28, 2008 12:16:56 GMT -5
Meat shrugged and let out a small sigh shaking her head.
" I'm not really sure love." she sighed, tugging on a feather in her wild blond hair. It came out so instead of placing it back she laced it through one of Mustapha's pigtails.
" I guess I was hoping that being here... I would feel closer to Brit, you know?"
She then sighed once more and closed her eyes, fighting back the tidal wave of emotions building up inside of her. A year, she thought sadly. It's almost been a year.
Bitting her lip, she felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. " I miss 'im so much." she cried, her voice breaking. Reaching up, she gripped the dog tag she wore around her neck tightly. It used to be Brit's.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 28, 2008 23:05:55 GMT -5
Mustapha cringed, she placed an arm around Oz and pulled her closer. She felt guilty in some way, if it weren't for her, Galileo and Scaramouche when they had the chips in their head, the heartbreak would have never been found and duff would still be alive.
She cradled Oz slightly, as best as she could, and hummed.
"Oz...I'm sorry..."
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Post by Meatloaf on Dec 30, 2008 10:14:01 GMT -5
Meat sniffled slightly, trying to get control of her emotions. She pulled away from Mustapha and gave her a weak smile, patting her on the cheek.
" It's not you're fault love." she said. " You didn't know you where being tracked. At least Brit died fighting. He always told me that was the way he wanted to go."
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 30, 2008 17:48:04 GMT -5
Mustapha didn't smile back, she couldn't. She frowned slightly and looked at her feet. If there was a way of bringing duff back... she wished she knew how...
She felt bad now, she was complining about her problems when Meat was practically a widow now....
She got the urge to ask her a question.
"Meat? What is it you miss most about Duff?
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 1, 2009 11:05:37 GMT -5
Meat blinked and stared at Mustapha for a moment. She then looked away.
" I miss everything about him hun." she murmured, shrugging her shoulders. " But I guess the thing I miss the most is the fact that, no matter what happened, he would always find a way to cheer me up... to make me feel safe."
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 1, 2009 16:57:59 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded and stood up in front of Oz. "Well, I know I can never replace Brit...or even come close to it but I will try my best to cheer you up and make you feel safe." Mustapha said, puffing her chest out in a bold way.
"Now....where to start?" She thought tapping her foot.
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 16, 2009 12:12:53 GMT -5
( Just to let you guys know, I've decided to change my display name to Meatloaf, still the same charrie, just different name!... the more well known name)
Meat chuckled and stood up as well to give Mustapha another tight hug.
" Aw, thanks hen that's really sweet of yer," she said, smiling down at her. " But yer don' have to be brave fer me, Ah can look out fer myself"
Taking a step back, the blond Scot reached out to poke the younger girl in the stomach.
" Now, stop sticking yer chest out like that, yer look like a fool!"
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 16, 2009 21:19:22 GMT -5
Mustapha giggled, "Aww, meat!" She laughed, holding her stomach before adding, "Well then, thats a relief, to be honest with you I wasn't exactly thrilled about being the brave one... I'm too scared of everything," She laughed bitterly, twirling a pink pigtail around her finger.
"So...do you feel better yet?" Mustapha asked quietly, looking back at Meat, right in her eye.
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