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Who: Puck, and open to anyone who happens to be passing by.
Where: Starting in the entrance hall, and possibly moving elsewhere, depending on who shows up.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Puck finds himself in need of a little music therapy. Busking, Puck-style, is what follows.
The Story:

Puck is definitely not the type of guy who reads. He avoids picking up books as much as he can, and now that he's away from home and school, there's even less reason to waste time on that. But he remembered hearing or reading something about how music can relax people, and in his experience, he knows music has the ability to make him chill out.

And that is exactly what he needs to do right now. So he goes over to the entrance hall, and camps out for awhile with nothing but his guitar and the songs in his head. He's not really expecting to get anything from this, but in case anyone has any cash or other valuable stuff on them, he'll just see that as an added bonus on top of making himself feel better.

"Any requests?" He feels stupid talking to the empty hall, but an imaginary audience is better than none.

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Yousuke's wandering around with nothing in particular to do. Like Puck, he's not a reader, and after while even the stuff the closet gives you gets boring. He was thinking about hitting the kitchen, because there's nothing like eating to alleviate boredom, but the boy with the guitar looks like a much better distraction.

"Hey," he greets him, "what's with this set-up? Looking for tips?"

Puck stops idly plucking his guitar strings when he notices someone walk up. "Yeah, that's the idea. Not that money's going to do any of us any good here though." He shrugs. "I got bored."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm always trying to find something to do myself..."

"So you play?" he nods at he guitar, "that's cool. I do a little too, but not in front of anybody."

"So it's not just me." Puck rolls his eyes, just a little annoyed. "There's not enough to do, and it's driving me crazy."

He plucks at the guitar strings a little more. "Yeah, I do. And I sing. Sometimes."

"Yeah, but it's either that or more events, and I'm not sure which is worse."

"Hey, cool," Yousuke chimes, and decides to sit down, "you got a song you like to play, or one you're good at?"

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of trying to torch the place, because I'm that bored." Whether he actually would sink to that level remains to be seen. Things just aren't going his way right now, and as good as jamming on his guitar makes him feel, it's not really enough.

"Man, I got all kinds of songs up in here. Any one of them would rock the bricks off this place." He starts playing the opening to the Rolling Stones' "Back to Zero". Some of the song's awesomeness is lost because it's just him singing it, but he gives it his best effort anyway.

His response makes Yousuke sweat a little. "I hope you don't dude, I like having a bed to sleep in."

"Is that... the 'Stones?" It's hard to pick out-- Yousuke's Japanese after all, but he still tries to listen to the classic rockers. "I don't think I've heard this one, but it sounds like them. Man, you've got a voice, you know that?"

Puck just smirks. "Don't sweat it, man. It probably wouldn't even work anyway." He nods in response to Yousuke's question. "Yeah, that's them." He can't help but let his smirk grow bigger. "Yeah, I know that. Someone's gotta be around to take the lead in glee club." And, as far as he's concerned, Finn's been MIA, so the job falls to him.

...In his mind, anyway.

"'Glee club'? What's a glee club?" Glee. It sounded kinda dumb, but he wouldn't say it-- he's not really sure what the word means anyways, "some kind of band?"

Okay, if Rachel really is the leader of the glee club, she's obviously not doing a good enough job getting the word out about it. Puck sighs. Clearly this is up to him to fix.

"Glee club is like this thing some of us are into. We hang out and sing stuff. Or we would, anyway, if Rachel decided what the hell we're doing." He rolls his eyes. "She had this competition thing with my football coach as the judge." Not that he has a problem with Beiste being selected as the judge. What he does have a problem with is the fact that the competition was mostly a disaster for him.

True, he kicked ass with his song, but he also got into another fight with Santana, and now neither of them were talking. So if you asked him, the competition really sucked. Though, to be fair, that wasn't really Rachel's fault.

"Like an after-school club? Sounds kinda cool, I guess." Yousuke was part of the go-directly-home club because of his job, but a part of him always wanted to be in one, "You sing modern songs though, right? Like not classical music or traditional songs."

"Yeah, sort of." He stops to consider that for a few seconds before deciding that glee club counts as an after-school club. Not like it matters to him. "And yeah, though I guess if you wanted you could sing anything."

The good part about the people he knows in glee club is that they're all pretty chill about stuff like song selection.

"Cool, cool. Sounds like a good time..."

"I've got a guitar too, and I play a little," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck, "if that's your best song, I'd say I'm almost as good as you. I don't mean to be a pro or anything, but it's a hobby."

You know what? Walking around the mansion is a lot easier when your knee isn't dislocated.

That aside, Yuu pauses on his way outside.

"Are you...waiting for someone?"

Who would he be waiting for anyway? He and Santana are done, Rachel's off in her own world, and who knows where the rest of the people Puck normally bums around with are. No, Puck's just doing his own thing.

"Nah, dude, I'm just chilling out with some tunes."

"In the entranceway..." Well, whatever makes you happy, he won't knock it.

"What can you play?"

"Yeah, I know it's weird. But it's as good a place as any." He replies with a shrug.

"Pretty much anything. Gotta admit, though, classic rock's kinda my thing."

"I don't know if I'd recognize any of it." Music had never been a particular interest of his, but hey, he's up for expanding his horizons. "I'll listen, if you play something."

"Well, dude, time to fix that." Oh yeah, it's music education time, Noah Puckerman-style.

He makes sure his guitar is tuned, and launches into a cover version of Queen's Save Me (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Scj4F9XkOgU). It's a more sentimental song choice, but hey, a little sentimentality never hurt anyone, not even Puck, the self-proclaimed badass.

Yuu takes a seat by him while he plays, listening intently. He hadn't expected Puck to be that good, honestly. So when he's done, all he really manages is, "Wow..."

Puck assumes that Ryuu's reaction means he's impressed. And, oddly enough, the fact that someone is actually impressed by his singing lightens Puck's mood just a little. He knows he's good, but to have that knowledge validated by someone besides himself feels entirely different.

"What'd you think, man?"

"It's not what I'm used to, but I liked it." Most of what he hears is video game music and terrible J-pop, so this is pretty different. "You're really talented."

"Um, okay." Where is this guy from that it's not what he's used to? "So I guess you're more of a R&B guy or something?" Or maybe he likes show tunes like Rachel does. Not that that's unheard of for a guy but it is kind of wussy. But whatever, people have different tastes. Puck gets that.

"And thanks. Seriously, girls think guys who can sing and play the guitar are hot."

"Uh...more like J-pop, I guess? I don't listen to a lot of music."

He rubs the back of his neck, not so sure about that. So his next question's not quite sarcastic, but not quite serious, either. "Does the mohawk help?"

Okay, that is a genre Puck has never heard of before. "J-what? You're gonna have to break that one down for me, man."

Puck smirks and runs a hand over his hair. "Yeah, dude, the mohawk totally helps. Without it, it's like my awesomeness decreases by a lot." Which is why he became such a whining loser when it was shaved off.... but he doesn't talk about that, and certainly won't start now.

"Japanese pop? It's mostly a lot of girls who look really young and girly looking guys." ...Come to think of it, he's not really sure why he actually listens to it.

...Well, that's different. "That sounds kinda weird, man. But whatever, it's cool." It's not the weirdest thing Puck's ever heard, after all.

"Yeah, now that I'm thinking about it, it is kind of weird." He shakes his head. "What else can you play?"

Puck raises an eyebrow. When someone insults your choice of music, the last thing you should do is agree with the person doing the insulting. That's how Puck rolls, anyway. "...Dude, I just called your music weird. Shouldn't you, like, get angry or something?"

He just shrugs. Maybe the guy's a pushover or something. Puck really doesn't care either way. "Oh, lots of stuff. I got every badass song known to man up in here," he says, pointing to his head. And yes, that is totally an exaggeration. But again, that's just how Puck rolls.

Edited 2011-07-29 03:01 (UTC)

"It's not really my music. It's the music my best friend listens to." Besides, that's a stupid thing to get angry about, at least as far as Yuu is concerned. There's a difference between saying the music is weird and saying Yuu's weird for liking it--the latter would annoy him.

He smiles. This guy's okay. "The last one was good, but I wouldn't call it badass."

"What? Queen is one of the most badass groups ever." Okay, maybe that song wasn't the best example, but whatever, they still are awesome. "Try this one on for size."

The song he sings this time is Aerosmith's "Falling in Love (Is Hard on the Knees)".

Yuu laughs when Puck finishes. "Okay, you're right." He is seriously considering a change in music preferences. Puck, you have converted him.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'm Puck." He's been too busy rocking out to even think about introductions.

"I bet you could get all the tunes you want from the closets. I haven't tried yet but seriously, I'd be surprised if it didn't work."

"Yeah, I'll try. I need to hear more of that." Because Puck is a good source of viral marketing.

"My name's Yuu."

"Yeah. There's a ton of good stuff out there."

Is that a smile? "You're pretty cool, man." Anyone who doesn't piss him off or treat him as just a delinquent is all right in his book.

"Yeah, so're you." Yuu smiles back a little and gets up. Because they don't know each other well enough to have much to talk about, so this will probably get awkward before much longer.

"I'll see you around."

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/shoves lj off a cliff

I know, right? B|

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