#chronically engaged

Before leaving her place, she picked up the wine bottle and set it back on the counter three times. Would they think she had a drinking problem if she brought it as a gift? Given the man’s line of work, she imagined him scrutinizing her demeanor, her reactions—every detail, from the way she styled her hair to whether her shoes were smudged or gleaming. She would need to perform, to put on her best show. Better than she had during the audition where she’d lost first chair at the Symphony.

In the end, she took the wine. Jan drew in a steadying breath before knocking, already rehearsing her lines, the precise smile she’d offer the moment the door opened.

@chronically-engaged said ; “Ahoy there, Mr. Cricket! How goes your rhythmic compositions? The lads at the Drones are looking for someone to sing countertenor at Freddie Widgeon’s uncle’s wedding anniversary. Are you up for the post?”

"Oh, well, I don't really compose all that much..." he scratches his head, one part sheepish and the other part flattered by the question. Not many people ask him about his music. Jiminy, admittedly, wishes they would. He's far more passionate about that than most of his other hobbies - or even his profession, if he's being honest. "I mean, sure, there's been a song or two here and there but, uh - I dunno."

He's more suited to covers, he thinks. He picks up most of his music by listening to others and simply trying to mimic it. And it seems as though he's more than happy to dive deeper into the topic - despite the rather modest answer, he's visibly preening, drawing himself up and tugging proudly on the lapels of his jacket. But then his whole face lights up as the fellow continues, eyebrows shooting up with genuine surprise.

"You - gosh, me? You really think they'd consider it?" He sounds awe-struck and honored. Still, though, he hesitates, faltering. "But gee, are you sure? I'm sure there's no shortage of talented fellas out there, and most of 'em," or all of them, if he's being honest about it, as much as it stings, "would cause less of a, uh... well, a fuss."