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artist commune AU:
So far, there's only this. But if you don't know how to write the story yet, then tell yourself a story about the story, so here's what I got:
It opens on a bonfire. Most people are a few beers in, and the loudest conversation is Sean and Lenny arguing about the likelihood of reincarnation. Do you think we're born the exact same people we used to be? What about history and circumstance? How would they affect? Javier says no, we get one life - this one. It's why it's so precious. And Lenny says okay, but what if the one life is shit? Like, a giant stinking pile of shit. Karen is the voice of exasperated optimism: is this life so bad they're already thinking of the next one?
Hosea chimes in with a quote. He can't remember the source, and Arthur says that means he's making it up. "Optimism is the belief that the life we're in is the best possible version; pessimism fears this is true." Hosea turns to the newcomer and tries to draw him out. "What do you think, Charles?"
Charles was content to soak in the ambience. All attention is on him now, not necessarily looking for an answer, but just generally gawking at fresh meat. Or at least, that's how he feels. Charles sighs. "I don't know, I haven't really given it much thought. Too busy worrying about this life to think about the next."
The conversation moves on from him, so he relaxes. Everyone has an opinion, or at the very least more questions. What if this life is a gift? What if our worst life is over?
Arthur says, "Can't be. We still have to eat Pearson's cooking in this one."
Javier finishes tuning his guitar. The first song has no words, just triplets of minor chords as the fire crackles and pops. By the fifth song, though, even Charles is singing along.
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Charles's car is fifteen years old, and it's full of his dad's blues and jazz CDs. His favorite memory of his father is when he taught Charles how to play the harmonica. He only remembers a handful of songs, but he still listens to Oscar Peterson all the time.
Two voicemails on his phone and Charles is being a coward again. The easiest thing to do with his dad has always been to run away. He supposes that's why he's here. He's just not sure if it's going to work this time. Charles keeps thinking his father is not long for this world, but he's been thinking that since he turned thirteen. He is wrong every time. Amos Smith is not a perfect man, but he is full of surprises. You just never know whether they're going to be good or bad.
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idk, i feel really adamant that in my modern day au charles has at least one parent around oKAY. anyway, for real, harmonica!charles. harmonica!charles, sea shanty version.
It opens on a bonfire. Most people are a few beers in, and the loudest conversation is Sean and Lenny arguing about the likelihood of reincarnation. Do you think we're born the exact same people we used to be? What about history and circumstance? How would they affect? Javier says no, we get one life - this one. It's why it's so precious. And Lenny says okay, but what if the one life is shit? Like, a giant stinking pile of shit. Karen is the voice of exasperated optimism: is this life so bad they're already thinking of the next one?
Hosea chimes in with a quote. He can't remember the source, and Arthur says that means he's making it up. "Optimism is the belief that the life we're in is the best possible version; pessimism fears this is true." Hosea turns to the newcomer and tries to draw him out. "What do you think, Charles?"
Charles was content to soak in the ambience. All attention is on him now, not necessarily looking for an answer, but just generally gawking at fresh meat. Or at least, that's how he feels. Charles sighs. "I don't know, I haven't really given it much thought. Too busy worrying about this life to think about the next."
The conversation moves on from him, so he relaxes. Everyone has an opinion, or at the very least more questions. What if this life is a gift? What if our worst life is over?
Arthur says, "Can't be. We still have to eat Pearson's cooking in this one."
Javier finishes tuning his guitar. The first song has no words, just triplets of minor chords as the fire crackles and pops. By the fifth song, though, even Charles is singing along.
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Charles's car is fifteen years old, and it's full of his dad's blues and jazz CDs. His favorite memory of his father is when he taught Charles how to play the harmonica. He only remembers a handful of songs, but he still listens to Oscar Peterson all the time.
Two voicemails on his phone and Charles is being a coward again. The easiest thing to do with his dad has always been to run away. He supposes that's why he's here. He's just not sure if it's going to work this time. Charles keeps thinking his father is not long for this world, but he's been thinking that since he turned thirteen. He is wrong every time. Amos Smith is not a perfect man, but he is full of surprises. You just never know whether they're going to be good or bad.
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idk, i feel really adamant that in my modern day au charles has at least one parent around oKAY. anyway, for real, harmonica!charles. harmonica!charles, sea shanty version.