Subject: [FFML] Re: [Ranma 1.5][Alt-Verse][Drama] On a Plain prologue
From: David Johnston
Date: 1/18/2003, 9:02 PM
To: Mike L Nguyen
CC: ffml@anifics.com


Mike L Nguyen wrote:


The sharp, slow sounds of the guitar rang through the acoustics
of the Blue Velvet, a nightclub within the district of Nerima.
Even though Nerima was suburban district, it had its fair share
of poets, punks, and musicians that brought the flavor to the
streets.

Nerima is pretty gigantic


Suddenly, a rythmic, heavy sounds from the bass guitar

rhythmic

accompanied the acoustic guitar, making a grooveful duet of
performance.  The crowd looked over to see who was playing the
soulful bass and saw a young lady, no less than eighteen.  She
wore denim pants and vest, and a grey shirt.  she had blue hair
with white stripes that was long down to the neck and and banged
rythmically to the strings that she skillfully played.

After satisfying with their notice of the bass player, they then
turned to the  boy playing with acoustic.  He had long hair down
to the end of his neck.  He was wearing a long-sleeved, white
T-shirt with an open Chinese shirt as a vest, and worned out
jeans for pants.  He was playing as if he was gliding the fingers
to the strings to weave a tepestry of musical sounds.

tapestry


As soon as there was a melody built, the boy began a soulful
tune.

"Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly..."
 He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller...
 He got hair down to his knee...
 Got to be a joker he just do what he please..."

The audience clapped a little for his voice just felt right to
the mood of the club.  The boy's singing left then easy and relaxed.

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Genma Was look left and right but he couldn't see his boy anywhere

Genma looked right and left

in the streets, alleys, and guitar stores.  He was aware of his
"hobby," but it was a weak and ridiculous hobby.  It didn't get you
anywhere in life.  He expected for years that his son would obey
him and be the heir to Art and pass his responsibilities down to him
so he retire.  After all, years of hard work raising the boy was
layering a cloud of weariness down to his very bones.

He admitted that he made some mistakes that probably made his son
lose respect of him but hey, that was life.  Learn and deal with it.

Now, where was that boy?

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The girl then accompanied with the boy, her feminine voice
entertwining with his soulful, deep singing.

"He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football...
 He got monkey finger, he shoot coca-cola...
 He say 'I know you, you know me'...
 One thing I can tell you is you got to be free..."

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"Ah hah!"

Genma then knew where to look right now.  He overheard that his son
often talked about performing on stage with his adopted sister.
Well, the one he had been literally forced to adopt.  All he had to
do was search the nightclubs, starting with the Blue Velvet, near to
his left.

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Then the boy started to reach to the climax of the song.

"Come together! right now... over me."

As their playing ended smoothly, the inhabitants of the Blue Velvet
applauded gratefully.  It was rare to see someone with competent skill

"competent skill" is redundant.

enough to sound pleasant to their ears.

After the performance, that had some good compliments that brought
satisfaction to their anxious souls.  Desperately, they really wanted
to know how well they performed.  This was the first time they had
actually done this and it was good.  They had some comments on working
harder on their playing and the duo wholeheartily agreed.

"You know what this means dudette," the boy excitedly said to the
blue-white haired girl.  "We can be good enough Herb-chan!  We can
start a band someday!"

"Yeah, I agree," Herb responded gladly.  "But I think we need more
practice.  I felt myself slipping out of beat when I sang."

"Yeah, same here.  I think I was off beat around the second half of
the song."

While talking, they exited out of the Blue Velvet only to see their
father outside with a stern face.

"Ranma," Genma called.  "I have been looking for you.  Where the hell
you've been boy?"

"Perfomin'.  Sounds good too.  All we need is to keep further

Performin'

jammin'."

"Er... that's good to know.  Herb, have you been keeping an eye on
Ranma?"

"Yeah I have Oyagi.  Don't worry, he's a good boy," answered Herb as
she russled Ranma's hair as he playfully winced and also russled back
at her head.

ruffled


"Ranma, it's time for you to go," Genma strictly told his son.

sternly


"Alright, whatever oyagi," Ranma mockingly answered.  "Hey Herb, head
puff-bear tells us to go."

"And where does Panda-san wants us to go," Herb asked with a childish
giggle.

"To get my son married," Genma answered bluntly.



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