Giving Up

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[In a main room, sitting on a table against the wall, is a Demyx. This Demyx is dressed entirely in baggy street clothes, but that doesn't seem to mean he's too different from others of his physical appearance. At least, not in the musical sense. The guy's got two guitar cases next to him, and another under the table, plus a smaller one sitting on the table in front of him. There's a ukulele in his hands, and he's happily playing and singing away, to a happy and calm tune that, coupled with his cheerful demeanor, would make one immediately assume that he is in good spirits.]

[Upon second glance, however, they may notice the sarcasm in the scene he's created. Propped up against the ukulele's case is a cardboard sign. You see, this is not this Demyx's first time being here, but he's not about to complain. After all, there isn't much point, if you think about it. So instead, he has decided to play away, happy as can be behind his little cardboard sign, the words "FUCK IT" scrawled across in bold, black marker.]

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[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[He still looks very doubtful--in his mind his mama is always right.]

You look just like Mr.Nocturne. 'Cept he wears funny shirts. Is your name Nocturne, mister?

[And Myde likes him better because he doesn't try to tell Myde that his mama is wrong. Myde's such a mama's boy.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm Demyx. What's your name, little guy?

[Well, he never did say they were nice words. they're not, he just wasn't trying to be nice.]

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

I'm Myde...

[Myde just doesn't like people insinuating his mama is wrong. Not Demyx's fault. That's forgotten now anyway because he's just realized what name you just gave. Your getting a very :O face right now.]

Oh! Your a big me!

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[They both realize it around the same time, and Demyx's face lights up.]

Oh, hey, a mini-me! That is awesome! You just got ten times cooler, kiddo.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[He only just found out about doubles a short while ago. The Demyx, 'Mr.Nocturne', who told him didn't tell him what his older counterparts would look like, only that they usualy went by the name "Demyx".]

You play an insterment!

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

I play lots of instruments!

[He wraps up his chords on the ukulele, and sets it in his lap.]

Have you started to learn any instruments yet?

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] Not yet. Grampa wanted to teach me to play the sitar. But papa said no. But Mr.Nocturne said he'd teach me. [Where Myde follows mama's rules to a T even when she's not around, he thinks it's fine to break his dad's rule when his dad's not there.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

That's cool! You're gonna get really good, and then, you're gonna grow up and be famous and everyone will love you. How's that sound?

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

Really? You think so? That would be really cool! [Giving the boy such high hopes here.]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[PSSHHHHH you're meant to be a star.]

You're darn right it would be! You just have to work really hard, and not give up.

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[Oooh, but he'll be so dissapointed if he meets the particular Demyx around here who's his future self. He's far from being a star.]

I can do that! I'll work really, really hard!

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Demyx here would argue that if you know the outcome, you can change the course of things to avoid it.]

And never give up!

[That's the most important part!]

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[This is true.]

Right! And never give up!

[Their like their own mini-pep rally or something here. So much optimism!]

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[Optimism makes dreams come true.]

[Demyx raises his hand in an offered high five.]

[mini-melody.livejournal.com]

[Myde grins and gives him a high five. Oh yes, such big dreams must be accomplished with much enthusiasm and optimism! It's the only way!]