Of Course It Was On Purpose!

[Anonymous]

It had taken nearly an entire hour to convince the little faerie that yes, he wanted a jacket. While they didn’t have weather in the dome, it was the middle section which meant there was no sun so that also meant that it would be some-what chilly. Just like it always was. Jace shook his head and moved a hand to rub at the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was letting Pari talk him into this. Paradox. Jace had heard of them, sure, but as his own rule he never really listened to anything but the music in his head or the stuff he’d written himself. Well, as long as it was written or hummed by one of them it was... Good.

Pari.

Jace leered at the bookshelf across from the front door and snagged a hair tie off of it put that into his pocket grabbed another and quickly made a messy braid of his long black hair before flipping it over his shoulder and leaning against the wall, his long calloused fingers tapping against it. Still couldn’t believe Pari had talked him into this. The guitarist let his forehead thump against the wall with a dull thud and he sighed and tapped his fingers again. It was a damn coat! How long could a single guy take picking out a damn coat. The quick light sound of feet coming down the stairs and Jace rolled his eyes before smiling and he grabbed the knob of the front door before turning it and leaving. “Bye, Jares! There’s oranges in the fridge if you get hungry!” Jace yelled up the stairs to the bands drummer, Jares.

At least Jace assumed Jares was up there. Either way, there were still oranges in the fridge and they all had keys. Well... Jace and Jares and the new manger had keys. Sure as hell would never leave keys with Pari or Cory. Hell no. Bad things happened when they had anything to be responsible for.

“Can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” The door closed with a click and Jaces turned around for a moment to lock it. “C’mere.” Jace grabbed at Pari’s shoulders before making him stop, it always amused Jace how Pari was shorter than his shoulders, like having a little doll that had wings, sang, played the guitar and threw glitter around. Jace was sad almost, his bathroom would never ever be the same. Stuffing his hand in his pocket Jace pulled out the hair tie and gave Pari a some-what messy pony tail, pulling at hair and tightening it to give it an attractive messy look.

“Okay, lets go.” Jace gave Pari a pat on the shoulder and leaned down to grab his hand to walk to the nearest transportation. It took a good fifteen minutes to get to where the auditions were being held once they got to that special train-thing. “Still can’t believe I let you talk me into this. Why are we interested anyway? We just need a new singer and we’ll have record deals falling out our a- Hey! There it is.” Jace motioned and ‘pointed’ with his chin to the set location of the auditions.

Couldn’t believe he was doing this. Faking an audition for an instrument he could barely play, it’d be worse if he got the part in the band. With Pari’s hand still in his he looked both ways before crossing the some-what busy road and went into the building. It was nice, looked like a studio. A pretty woman in mauve came over and smiled at them, staring for a moment before Jace cleared his throat and she jumped slightly. “Oh, Here for the Paradox auditions?”

Jace took a long moment to respond. “Uh... Yes.”  

“Right this way then, Sir...s...” She cast Pari another look and then led them to a room with absolutely nothing in it. “Wait here, please, the auditions are being held in the other room to the left.”

Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, Jace looked around and leaned his ear against the door, lisening. Wincing. Ouch, Poor band, the guy right now was horrible. Leaving the door, Jace looked back to Pari and paused for a moment, “What names did you sign us up un-Ugh!” The door Jace had been leaning against was indeed a door, but you just had to push against the bar to open it, and he’d been leaning on it.

Jocelyn Hamilton. Indigenous Fairy’s creator and lead guitarist. The Big Step-Brother of all the IF boys, had just done an extremely ungraceful face plant into the audition room, right within view of everyone in there.

Too humiliated to move, Jace just layed there, turned his head slightly and groaned.

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When one was as pretty as Pari was, it was important that you kept up that image. Not for himself, but for all those Pari fans out there. Pari owed it to them. Plus, he liked making Jace wait. And it did take time to get a jacket over his wings. Not that he would trade them for the world. He loved his delicate wings.

Skipping down the stairs to meet Jace, the jacket he had chosen was all Pari. It was bright green, blue and several shades in between. And the pattern looked a bit like if the Mad Hatter and some young girls fashion doll had a baby. Not surprising the coat was a female cut and Pari kept it open to still show off the rather girly looking clothes underneath. He wasn't full on cross dressing, with fake breasts and heavy makeup, but Pari was rather androgynously pretty and had put a bit of glittery eyeshadow on.

At the bottom of the stares, Pari turned and screamed loudly up at Jares, who may or may not be there, "GOODBYE JARES-FACE! PARI WILL MISS YOU! OKAY! BYE!" Then he skipped outside, before going freezing, doing and about face and returning to Jace. Jace playing with his hair got a delighted squeal from the pixie, "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa cy! Pari can do his own hair!" Not that he wanted him to stop, Pari craved attention of any kind, but he wanted attention and affection from his adopted family more then anything else, "Jacy-face is so much bigger then Pari! Like a giant! Rawr! Grrrr!"

Getting to go out and have fun with Jace had the tiny pixie even more hyper then normal. He made sure to keep a good grip on Jace's hand as they walked. Despite being 19, Pari was rather childlike, his messed up childhood had left him a bit broken. But his tiny size and bubble personality mostly kept people from picking up on that, and just chalked it up to him 'just being Pari.'

The train ride was a bit uncomfortable for Pari, who kept his wings folded tightly against his back and pressed up against Jace. He didn't like people he wasn't close to to touch his wings. He could handle accidental brushes and what not, but the tightly packed trains were a bit to much. But he was still having far to much fun, "Pari just wants to go see! They are bigger then us and Pari doesn't get why. They don't have Pari. And why listen to a band without Pari in it?"

The talk of a new lead singer had the Pixie frowning for a moment, his thoughts going to Vaughan, his best friend in the world. Who was very cut off from him. But then Jace pointed out the place and Pari had to be restrained from lunging at the window, through several other people, to stare at the audition studio, "YAY! Pari is excited!"

The tiny guitarist tugged on Jace's arm, almost dragging him in his hurry to get to the studio. When stopped by the woman, the pixie just stared owlishly at her, letting her guess at his gender. And stuck his tongue out as soon as she wasn't looking.

Waiting wasn't Pari's strongest suit, but before he even had a chance to do anything, Jace had managed to fall through to door and onto his face. Without missing much of a beat, Pari moved into the room, slopping down to sit on Jace's back, staring down at them, "Why are you on the floor Ja-!" He stopped, remembering they had fake names, "Sir Edwardo the fourth?"

Then he looked up, staring intently at the people in the room for a moment, before tilting his head to the side and loudly informing the current performer, "You suck."

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Trying to find replacements for old members of a band was never an easy thing. Especially when you were as particular about it as Smash Cat was. It was nothing for people with the right mindset to pick up an instrument and learn how to play it well, but Smash wasn't looking for those kind of people. He wanted people who had a love for music, a passion that could be heard within their talent. But it had to be the right kind as well in order to fit in with himself and the other two members.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Hold auditions at a set place and time, allow the people to come to you. Find what you want, and everybody wa happy. It was suppose to be a more efficent method then going out to do the rounds, listen to the small bands, maybe one or two a night, and go from there.

The day had started out promising enough. They had arrived on time. Everything was set up the way he had arranged for it to me. There was a line up of people waiting for it to start. Things were running smoothly.... Then the amp blew.... On the first person. Things went downhill from there. While there had been a few potential people that he'd marked fown for a call back, the rest of them made him feel sad for the music world. Really, how hard was it to fuck up playing bass? Appearently far easier then he thought. If this was setting the tone for the rest of the auditions, he shuddered to think what it was going to be like on the days for the drummers.

It was a three part audition. First play something that you were familuar with, then play from the sheet music that was given to you. Then you were given the chords and asked to play an improve solo from them. Most people were pretty okay with the first part, since they had the choice what to play. The second part gave most people a harder time, but that was to be expected since Smash had written that piece just for the auditions in order to test out the full extent of their abilities. The last part was all over the board though. There were some who rocked, some who were good but were also timid. Though that could be fixed with some practice and confidence building. Then others just totally sucked. One kid even froze on the spot. He felt a bit sorry for him.

Of course that was before lunch. Lunch had been an ordeal in it's self. They had pre-ordered their meals when they booked the place so they hadn't worried about it. When time came for lunch, they were informed that the order had never made it to the right people. Alright, no big deal. They had ordered out and extended the lunch break by half an hour. When lunch finally did come, it was wonderful for Jas and Tao. Smash on the other hand could not believe that somebody had the audacity to order him fried fish. He couldn't even eat around it, since they had dumped that autrocity right on top of the roasted vegetables. Poor vegetables, the looked so delicious, but now they were covered with greasey fried fish flavour. Smash ended up sharing part of Tao's grilled chicken and Jas' seafood alfredo.

After lunch the auditions took a nose dive. He could tell when school had let out and all the young wannabe's starting pouring in. Some of them sounded as though they'd only found out about the auditions today from a friend, and so threw something together that they hoped would be good enough. This only introduced the parade of poorly performed songs that were suppose to sound like something from IF and Mind Haze... at least that's what he'd been told. Smash was just glad that nobody from those bands were there to hear their beloved songs utterly massecured... brutally butchered and massecured beyond belief.

Smash had called for a 15 minute break, during which he sent Jas on a beer run. He was going to need it if he was ever going to get though the rest of todays auditions. That had been an hour ago, and the beer was almost gone.

So now here he was with Jas and Tao, listening to the latest hopeful, who really had no hope in hell. The person hadn't even made it through the first part and he was already bombing. When the person opened their mouth to start singing as well... which was not a part of these auditions, Smash knew that he was going to need to break into the vodka by the time the day was over.

However, something stopped the kid from hurting their ears even further. Somebody had leaned against the door, for some unknown reason, and had ended up falling through the doorway and flat on his face. This, of course, had drawn everybody's attention. Smash was about to thank whomever it was that sent the distraction, until he saw the pixie come through to sit on his friend.

Now had it been the first person alone, he probably wouldn't have clued in right away, and been happily oblivious. Luck wasn't on his side today, and with the appearence of the pixie Smash knew right away they were from IF. He wasn't going to say anything though, since it sounded as though they were using false names. Most likely to check out the up coming competition. He couldn't blame them though, since he'd already checked them out a while back. It just added to his stress a little more then he would have liked.

Tao, having noticed the forceful way that Smash started tapping his pencil against the table, reached back into his emergency back pack. He didn't need it often, but when he did, everybody was thankful he packed it around everywhere he went with Smash. From the bag he pulled out a 2-6 of vodka (for those who don't know what a 2-6 is, it's a 750ml bottle), and set it on the table before Smash.

Smash glanced to Tao and smiled faintly. He downed the rest of his water and set the glass before the guitarist to be filled. As this happened he cleared his throat.

"If you are done making your entrence, please come in and take a seat until it's your turn."

He knocked back half the glass in the first go, glad it was one of those red plastic ones.

Yes, today indeed was full of suck.

[Anonymous]

Another groan and Jace turned his head to glare at the little pixie who’d parked himself on his back. Wincing slightly he yanked his braid from under Pari and just glared, before his mouth dropped slightly, turning around so he could prop himself up with his elbow. “Sir Edwardo The Fourth!?” Jace hissed and moved a hand to grab Pari by the waist and gently push him off to the side while the tall black haired guitarist stood up and dusted off his knees and chest before rubbing his palm against his check and making a disgusted noise.

Gross.

A face plant.

Jocelyn paused and looked up and flushed a bright pink. Oh, gods. The people sitting at their little table looked important enough, and Jace knew they were the band he was supposed to be fake auditioning for. Bass. He could play bass. Sort of. Jace groaned again. Sir Edwardo The Fourth. “Sorry.” He mumbled before standing up, grabbing Pari under the arms and pulling him up, too. Because he was so used to being the father of his own ‘boys’ he cast a dissapproving glance at the cup in front of the speaker.

He really wished he’d done some research so he at least knew who was who.

Bright green eyes stared down the little pixie for a moment before he grabbed the back of Pari’s coat and hauled him with him to lean against the wall. Jace watched calmly, wincing occationally when the boy on the stage resumed his playing. He had potential, but holy if he wasn’t even dipping into it. It took the man a moment to realise he was playing one of their songs. A surge of pleasure rushed through his veins and the corner of his lip drew up.

As much as the playing hurt his ears, it was exciting when someone liked something enough to attempt to play it, and while the IF songs seemed easy, they were far from it, needing that extra something to get the whole sound. Few people succeeded in getting it. Once the guy was finished, it was Jace’s turn and he put his hands in his pockets and looked around awkwardly.

Okay. He could do this, he wrote bass-lines for Cory, so he could make an attempt to play them. Jace felt insanely guilty deceiving them like this but he swallowed it and gave the person who’d been on stage, little older than Vaughan, a pat on the head and an encouraging smile. “Practice, Kiddo!” and then it was his turn.

Ho’damn.

Jace pushed some hair behind his ear as he made his way to the stage, nervous. He picked up the bass that had been provided, wrinkling his nose at it. Only four strings. Well, that would explain why other bassists never quite got their sound right, Cory played a six stringed bass. Okay, he could do this!

Without a pick he was able to pluck better, his finger tips going over it like he did it everyday. Of course he wasn’t awesome, it was a bass, it didn’t sound the same as a guitar it was... More... Thumpy.

Jace played the base-line from an IF song, substituting the missing strings. As usual, Jocelyn hamilton got really into playing the line and he transitioned smoothly from doing the IF song to the notes on the page in front of him. Of course he missed a few times, but Jace was no base player, and while he was good at it, he didn’t want to blow their minds or anything.

Once that was finished he let the bass hang by its shoulder strap and he glared at Pari again, murmuring his silly name. “Sir Edwardo the Fourth.” Rolling his eyes skyward he smiled and looked towards the table and lift his eyebrows.

“So,” Jace looked down, he didn’t really enjoy the base, it was for the feel of the song, not the melody. Jace lived for melody. “ I’m... Going to go... Over there.” He pointed to where Pari was and put the bass down, knowing he hadn’t finished the last bit of the audition. As he moved to Pari, Jace leaned down and cupped his ear and whispered. “Get up there, play the bass and... lets bookit. I think the one with long hair knows.” He looked and stared for a moment at Smash Cat before Jace stood up again and leaned against the wall. Clearing his throat and nudging Pari to the stage

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It would take more then a less then grand entrance to faze Pari. His protective wall of raw ego could more then handle the situation. And it helped that he hadn't been the one to face plant, but even then, Pari would have just brute forced his way through the situation. It tended to work out well for him. He gave Jace a wide, mischievous smile, "Yes? Pari liked that name. Pari is Lord Brightlington esq."

The sight of the long haired man knocking back drinks for a nose wrinkle from Pari. It was still the afternoon and the man was well on his way to getting drunk. Pari was a good boy. Jace had said not to get drunk, so while he might have a girly drink with enough sugar to stun a large farm animal, Pari never drank enough to get more then buzzed.

It wasn't very interesting watching the person keep preforming. They were pretty bad, but not hopeless. But Pari didn't really care much one way or the other, other then the fact that he was bad now was not that pleasant for Pari to listen too. Though Pari did hum along when he realized what the song was, his thoughts drifting to Vaughan. He missed his best friend.

Then it was Jace's turn. Pari leaned against the wall, watching Jace. He wasn't really paying much attention, as hearing Jace play the base was almost a little sad. Though to be fair, he was better then Pari was at it. Pari knew how to play, and fooled around with Cory's bass, but he was never very serious about it. It was going to be special when he got up on the stage.

Though it was always special when Pari got onto a stage.

When Jace finished and gave his name, Pari applauded wildly, beaming at the guitarist and giving him a thumbs up. And Pari's grin just got wider at Jace's comment. He hadn't really had any real reason for coming. Other then to see what was going on and to see if he could have some fun.

Blowing a kiss at Jace, Pari skipped onto the stage, shrugging out of his jacket, careful of his wings. He picked up the bass and strummed his fingers over it, finding the tones and getting a feel. Then Pari set the bass back down. Fuck the program.

The tiny fey clomped over to the mic, grabbing it and sliding his hips along the stand and grinned at the audience. Then started to sing one of IF's songs into the mic, rocking out to the music in his head and making some rather obscene movements with the mic stand that he had learned from Vaughan.

Once the song had finished, Pari took a deep bow, blowing a kiss, "Okay! We can go now Jacey!" Not bothering with the stairs, the pixie grabbed his coat and hopped off the stage with a thud and skipped back over to where Jace was.

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Smash sat and watched the two, rather amused by this. Vodka having been forgotten for the time being. Seeing how Jace acted, it was obvious that he had been brought along against his will... or conned into it. He sat back as he watched the two, knowing that it wasn't really serious,  so he didn't have to take notes or whatever. Though he did arch a brow when Pari marched his cute little but to the mic stand and proceeded to molest it while singing.

When the little pixie hopped off the stage Smash applauded. "Why don't the two of you stick around, the auditions are going to end soon for the day."

The was no way that Smash was going to allow this oppertunity to pass. It wasn't everyday you had members from another band coming to check things out.

[Anonymous]

The applause made Jace half smile and half roll his eyes towards his little friend and he’d given Pari’s bum a pat before leaning back against the wall where he’d been before. He stayed and watched, and chuckled quietly when Pari put the bass back down and just sang and humped the mic stand. If he was a few inches taller and had red hair, maybe with less of a girlish figure, he’d have looked exactly like Vaughan.

That turned Jace’s amused grin into a slightly sad one, it was obvious in his eyes but once Pari was finished Jace quickly masked it and just grinned widely. Then he did a ‘face-palm’ and sighed. Jacey.  If their cover hadn’t been blown before, it was entirely off and they were naked now. Assuming the group of men knew who they were.

The guitarist was more than ready to scoop Pari up and run.

But the one with long hair told them to wait up. So, Jace gently grabbed Pari’s shoulders and pulled him against his chest, the guitarists long fingered hands folded together and he looking between them, holding his little Pixie Guitarist against his chest. “We might as well wait, eh Pari?”

[Anonymous]

The butt pat got a wink and a little ass shake from the pixie as he bounded up onto the stage. And he was totally unaware of the effect his homage to Vaughan had on Jace. He would have toned it down if he had known.

The applause got another overly dramatic bow from Pari, "Pari is amazing!" Then he cuddled up against Jace's chest, carefully folding his wings down so they could fit between him and the guitarist. He hugged Jace's arms, resting his head against the older man's chest, whispering loudly, "What are we waiting for? What does the weird looking guy want?"

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Tao placed the vodka away, knowing it wasn't needed anymore. Smash's moods could change on a dime, much like a cat. That was partially how he'd gotten his name. The other part of his name was rather simple to guess at. After all, there was more then one person out there with guitar shaped scars because they'd decided to pick on one of Smash's loved ones.

The last five auditions for the day finish up without incident. With this done, Smash flips through and goes over the notes he'd made during the day. Tao takes off to find the organizer and let them know they were done for the day.

Jas mutters something to Smash, then gets up to approach to two IF members. "Hey, thanks for sticking around. Smash'll be finished up in a moment." He offers his hand to them. "I'm Jas."

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Jace’s chin was rested down against his chest and his fingers were playing with the front of Pari’s shirt. “No idea.” He mumbled before looking up and blinking his bright green eyes and hugging Pari a little closer, “We’re being polite, we crashed their audition and we’re from another band. So sit tight and we’ll.. Wait.”

The waiting wasn’t too horrible and Jace bobbed his head along to a few of the musicians who went up after Pari had finished his little performance. By the time the auditions were all finished with, Pari had a number of braids on his head and they were all pushed up into an interesting looking hair-do. He blinked at the random hand and he looked up and blushed politely because he’d been completely ignoring what had been going on.

Jas.

The guitarist reached out his own hand and shook it solidly.

“I’m Jace.” He used his free hand to pat Pari on the head. “And this is Pari. We’re...” He looked down at his band-mate and rolled his eyes before smiling apologetically towards Jas and licking his lips, “I’m sorry for crashing your auditions, it’s nice to meet you, Jas.” He let go and nudged Pari to shake Jas’ hand too. “Be polite, Pari.”

[Anonymous]

Pari only half payed attention, eyes partly closed as Jace played with his hair, basking in the attention. He rather liked one of the performers, humming along, whispering much quieter to Jace, "He is kind of alright. Rough, but not bad."

Tilting his head back, Pari stared up at Jace, "Did Jace make Pari all extra pretty?" Pari liked when Jace did his hair. It was always better then then he did it himself.

Then he tilted his head back down as he heard the man approach. He didn't say anything, just watched Jas with his odd amber eyes. He wasn't hostile, just curious and he wanted to behave at least a little for Jace.

At the guitarist's urges, Pari held his hand out, giving Jas a pretty smile, "Hello! I'm Pari."

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Jas smiled to Jace, then Pari. It was nice to see the commrderie between the two. Band harmonics usually reflected on the dynamics of the music they were creating. He personally believed that the bands who got along together off stage, where just that much better onstage.

"It's nice to meet both of you, Jace... Pari." Shaking their hands respectively and smiling. "You don't have to be too sorry for crashing the auditions. It's rather flattering to have another band curious enough to come check us out."

[Anonymous]

Well, at least his smile was nice. Jace continued to play with Pari’s hair once they were all done shaking hands, and he looked down for a moment before moving his hands to his little friends shoulders and leaving them there.

“It was Pari’s idea. To be honest I don’t keep up with band stuff.” He gave Pari’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and let out a puff of breath. “So, to get to business quickly, what can we help you with? We’re not busy, but...” Jace gave Paris shoulders another gentle squeeze, “Pari can always used an extra guitar lesson.”

[Anonymous]

"Pari only found out by accident." Pari really could care less about other bands. There were the ones he listened too and that was kind of it. And even then he didn't really follow them much. And Paradox not at all. But he had just happened to see a post online about it and had thought it would be fun to crash it.

Which was proving to be wrong. Pari was getting bored and restless. He started to bounce lightly, fidgeting against Jace. He wanted to do something. But the other band seemed so...dull.

Then his mouth dropped open and he jerked away from Jace, yelling quite loudly, "Pari does not need guitar lessons from some stupid band that plays worse then Pari does! You are a mean stupid head Jace!"

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Dull moments like this had to happen. After all business does come before pleasure... most of the time. Though business was almost over now, and hopefully it wouldn't be so dull.

The yelling of the little pixie drew Smash's attention, and he had to chuckle. Unless they'd manage to catch one of their performances at some club or bar before Smash was a candidate, then he doubted that either of them had heard any of their work.

Jas chuckled softly at Pari, recognizing him as the type that needed positive approval. "I'm certain that your guitar skills are even better then your vocal ones. Though perhaps you could convince Smash Cat to actually play for you,  so that you can see just how better you are then him."

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Reaching out his hands Jace drew them back quickly and made a face. “Pari!” He snapped and glared before just frowning and then he felt his expression smooth out. It was all a misunderstanding. Mean stupid head. Like he’d never heard that before. Though before Jace could right the wrong, he heard a chuckle and he looked towards the table and frowned.

When Jas spoke Jace’s frown grew deeper and he just stared. What way was that to talk to another musician? Jace took that moment to go over and grab Pari’s hand. “Geeze, Pari, I meant a lesson from me. You never practice just ‘cause anyway Lazy-Bum.” He moved his hand to the back of Pari’s neck and rubbed his thumb over his neck. The contact usually ended a fit but with the way Jas was treating him he wasn’t entirely sure how this would end up.

“Look,” Jace turned to the person he could only assume was ‘Smash Cat’. Jace thought Jocelyn was a horrible name for a man, but Smash Cat wasn’t much better. Images of crushed cat skulls with gray matter leaning out the sides was not something he enjoyed. “We really appreciate the offer to sit and stare at you while you do your work but, we’re both fairly restless and while you’re probably very entertained with it, the two of us are very bored.”

He took a moment to turn to Jas and stare him down, “And you, Pari isn’t stupid. Don’t talk to him like that.” Jace struggled with himself for a moment before adding, “Please.”

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Jace was quite used to Pari's temper tantrums and the physical contact coupled with the gentle tone soon had the pixie no longer angry, just pouting up at Jace, "That's cause doesn't like being in the basement all by himself." And in a house full of musicians, there had to be rules about when and where you could practice your instrument. But Pari knew he should practice more then he should. And with Vaughan gone Pari had lost his favorite person to practice with.

Pari moved back against Jace's chest, clutching the older man's arm and giving Jas a flat look while Jace spoke to him. Pari didn't really mind when people treated him like he was younger then he was. He actually rather liked it and the attention people payed to him. But he wasn't stupid and he wasn't 5 and he did not like being treated like he was.

Pari quite agreed with Jace. It was boring here and he had no interest in hanging around. He had hoped that the band would have been more fun. Instead they just seemed to want to drink and fuss with paper work. Booooring. The tiny, cute pixie stuck his tongue out at Jas and then gave him the finger, "Pari isn't 5. Don't talk to him like he's stupid."

Tilting his head back again, Pari looking up at Jace, "Pari wants to go. It's boring here. Can we get lunch? Pari needs some sugar." Thanks to his pixie nature, the hyper active kid actually needed to keep his blood sugar levels pretty high and he tended to not feel well, shake and sometimes throw up if he wasn't careful. Luckly for him, a cute kid getting candy wasn't hard to do.

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"Jas!" Smash couldn't believe the words that were coming out of that boy's mouth. "Go find Tao before you get yourself hurt." He'd finished what he needed to do, and popped a piece of gum in his mouth before heading over to the two IF members.

"Please forgive Jas. He tends to speak without thinking at times." Smash loved the guy to pieces, but sometimes he just wanted to smack him upside the head for the things that come out of his mouth. "I'll try not to take up too muc more of your time. With that being said, on a personal level I enjoyed your performances. However, as a business observation, it was a waste of time. Not only to me, but also to the people who were waiting for their audition time. I'm sure that it might have seemed like a good idea at the time on some level. But to come into an audition without the full intent of being serious about it, is not something that I approve of. If you wanted to check this out, you could have just said you had come to observe, instead of making up fake names and taking up time that could have gone to others who wished to audition today, but now have to wait until tomorrow."

Smash had used a calm voice for that. It wasn't accusing, or condecending. It was just stating the facts. He'd also asked them to stick around to be able to tell them this. He didn't feel as though it would have been right to express this infront of other people, and waste even more time of the remaining hopefuls.

[Anonymous]

Normally, Jace would be wanting to curl up in a corner and bash his skull against a wall when Pari had his fits in public, but today, Jace just stared. Sure, Jace had allowed himself to be dragged here and they put on false show. He’d been all ready to take a hike after they were done, and while he knew it was unkind of them to crash the other bands auditions, it would have taken six seconds for the guy with the red eyes to tell them then instead of now.

Now, Jace had things to do. The man was busy, despite everyones ideas, because they couldn’t make a living on random gigs to places where they got little to no credit. Brilliant green eyes stared Smash Cat down and Jace kept his shoulders straight and his head up, a tweak to his eyebrows to show that he was far from intimidated and he tilted his head to the side to listen to the other man give his little speech.

“I hate to break it to you, Smash, but those people would have been waiting anyway, and they waited even less time to have their turns because Pari and I didn’t take up a whole time slot.” In a effort to keep his finger from jabbing his points into Smash Cats chest, something he did when he was chastising his boys, his hands were held loosely at his sides. “You could have spent seven seconds telling me that and I could have left with Pari, but you made us wait almost an hour through your little hopefuls to waste seven more seconds of my time. I’m not some Pilot who can waste time on stupid things, I had a some-what free afternoon and I followed Pari, I have work to do and you made me take a good fourty-five minutes that I could have spent doing that work for seven seconds of speech that I honestly don’t give a shit about.”

Jace’s voice was a little edgy, irritated at having to wait for a mini-speech he didn’t care about. Did Smash Cat think he didn’t know that? He wasn’t stupid, he wanted to check out the guys then get the hell out of there, he was less than impressed with them and how they handled things. Jace The Musician couldn’t believe how sloppy the auditions were, the last one barely knew how to play the bass. Pressing a hand to his forehead he closed his eyes for a moment before moving his hand to Pari’s head to nudge him towards the door.

“C’mon, Pari, lets go get some food to take home. I have paper work to do and I’m still paying for that damn drum kit.” He voice was infinitely more calm and soothing when he was speaking to Pari and he moved his hand to grab Pari’s before he headed towards the door. “ And don’t finger people, it’s rude.” Jace paused at the door and turned around, lifting his free hand to wave and give a half-assed smile to Smash Cat when he opened the door and started to leave.

“Nice meeting you Smash, no hard feelings. Feel more than free to crash any auditions we might have for a singer.”

[Anonymous]

Smash Cat's little speech made Pari roll his eyes, bored and uninterested. He had just wanted something to do. And Jace had free time that afternoon and Pari had wanted some Jace time. Checking out some silly audition had seemed fun.

Instead the band was boring, the audition sloppy and then they had to stand around for aaaaaaaaages and then Pari was talked down too and given a stupid lecture.

He just wanted to go and do something fun with Jace. But his free time with the guitarist had been wasted watching bad bassists. For something the stupid long haired singer could have told them before.

But Jace's reply more then summed up Pari's feelings. So the tiny pixie just let Jace nudge him toward the door, utterly ignoring the band, no longer interested in Smash Cat and his band. He slid his hand into Jace's grinning up at the muse, "Can we get noodles?" He wrinkled his nose, pouting slightly, "But Jas was rude to Pari. He deserved it."