sparrow015 | Music Meme #3

Frankie was deposited on the bottom step in a Cobra Starship t-shirt, some luridly bright plastic sunglasses, and with his wings almost vibrating with excitement and sugar.

Kevin handed the hyperactive pre-teen off to his brothers and went to find Mike. "Gabe's on our side now, right? So we can't kill him for winding Frankie up?"

Mike kissed his cheek. "That's just Gabe's way of saying he cares."

Hee!! Gabe is awesome and I think Frankie has been converted to the way of The Cobra. He's going to be wearing neon now. :D

and drumming like a fiend! there yu go, next prompt - Frankie and Nate - drum lessons

Nate managed to contain his laughter when Frankie showed up on the Cobra bus, Joe dropping him off, covered head to toe in green neon.

Looks like Gabe had another convert. Nate managed to get the rest of his band off of the bus, so they could have some private lessons.

Frankie was quite the drumming prodigy and he wanted to hone that.

"Ready to drum, Frankster?" Nate asked as he set up the practice pads.

"Definately!" Frankie said excitidly, wings twitching with happiness.

The new look suited Frankie. Nate decided as he got out his own sticks and Frankie sat across from him, his own sticks in hand.

Frankie bounced in his seat and Nate watched as he rose a little into the air and then bounced back down onto the seat. Frankie stilled his wings and looked a little embarressed.

"That looked pretty cool, Frankster," Nate grinned at him and tapped out a rhythm on the pads. "Now, remember that drumming trick I was showing you last time?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, let's try it again," Nate said and started tapping out a beat.

AHAHAH! COBRA CONVERT! TRAINEE DRUM NINJA

is Frankie going to be inducted into the secret society of drum ninjas?

Frankie is going through a Cobra phase, until he finds something else, then Gabe will pout. :D

Shhh! The first rule about drum ninja's is they don't talk about drum ninja's! ;)

TAI, Nick, Snow
(Just because it's stuck around with you. :D)

TAI, Nick, Snow

Chicago was a city of ice and snow. Nick was from Jersey, he thought he knew snow, but Jersey snow was more ice and slush. Chicago snow was blue-white walls of crystal, absorbing all sound and making it seem like he needed to whisper.

Bill was driving, slow but relaxed. "Will it be closed?" Nick asked, his voice softer than expected.

Bill shook his head, never taking his eyes off the white road. "Nah. Or if it is, they'll still let us in. Private party. Hey," he added at Nick's silence. "We promised Kevin we'd look after you and show you a good time. And baby, Chicago has lots of good times, even under five feet of snow."

Awww, TAI will take care of you Nick! band in laws! :D

TAI finds out Nick doesn't get cold in winter weather. :D

Nick sighed as he realized the notebook he needed right now wasn't in his bag. He mentally rewound until the last time he could remember having it; in the car, driving back, he'd taken it out to scribble a lyric note, and then...

He sighed again. Then Bill had asked him about waffles or something, and he'd put it in the door pocket. Blast.

Nick stumbled downstairs, trying to stay sleepy, not let himself wake. He knew as soon as he did, he'd lose the melody he'd been dreaming. He opened the front door and padded out across the snow to where the car was sitting at the end of the drive. The snow squeaked as it pushed through his toes, and Nick had to wrestle with the handle to get the door open.

The notebook was where he had left it. Cuddling it to his chest, Nick shut the car door and padded back to the open front door.

Bill was coming down the stairs. "Fuck, it's freezing...Jonas!" he yelped, speeding up. "What the fuck, it's like minus a hundred out there. Where's your coat...and your fucknig shoes!"

Nick looked down at the crystallized flakes still clinging to his feet. "Oh," he mumbled, finally awake.

He looked back up at Bill. "Cold doesn't really affect me." He pushed past Bill and went to go find a pen before the melody fully escaped him.

He heard the front door shut.

Heading to the kitchen, he found one near the phone and quickly wrote out what had been plaguing him when Bill stumbled in after him.

Bill was a musician first; he waited til Nick had written down the melody before he pushed nick into a chair and picked up his foot. "Toasty," he noted. "Oh, don't look at me like that," he added off Nick's glare. "I promised Kevin and Mike we'd look after you, and dying in a snowdrift is definitely not looking after you."

(did you know, there is about 10k written in this fairy glitter 'verse. O.O)

Nick kept his glare up, willing Bill to understand. "Bill, I'm not affected by the cold, at all!" He waved a bare, light blue arm. "My physiology makes it impossible."

(scenes from a crackverse?)

Bill seemed unconvinced, but let him go. Nick suspected he hadn't heard the end of that yet.

(pretty much! O.o I'm thinking this stuff should be posted or something. lol It's too good. :D)

He hadn't.

Over the next few days of staying in Chicago with Bill and the guys, he was besiged by various jackets, boots, scarves and other appearal in hopes he would, 'keep warm.'

Nick grounded his teeth and reminded himself it wasn't a good idea to kill Mike's band. No matter how well intentioned they were trying to be.

(LJ eat your comment again or busy day? :) )

also:
a) HUGELY busy day. half of work called snow day, fuckers
b) YES to posting. do it as a bunch of interconnected drabbles, it'd be lolarious

Finally, he walked out where Bill and Sisky were making anatomically correct snowmen.

In his underwear. "Point proven, I hope?" he said. He stood there, hands on hips. Not even shivering.

Silently, Bill and Sisky nodded. Satisfied, Nick went back inside.

Sisky watched his ass. "Is it wrong to be thinking lecherous thoughts about Jonas the younger?"

Bill was watching too. "No. But somewhere, Kevin just got the urge to strangle you and doesn't know why."

Sisky turned back to his snowman. "You know what we should have done."

"Tweeted a picture?" Bill asked, rolling a ball up between his mittens.

Sisky sighed. "Lost opportunity, man."

(people just don't know how to handle the snow. *patpats* Poor aki. *pets*
hee! Well, I have to see how far we continue with these 'drabbles' before any type of posting. :D)

Also, awesome Nick response to the others! \o/ half-naked Jonas for the win! And yes, they should've tweeted a pic. *giggles*

whose turn is it :)

I think mine. lol

Fire away, woman. :D

ummm, Joe: a true wingman

(Oh boy, wingman, eh? O.o)

It was another tour for the JoBros and another setup like before. An airy cage with lots of lights and boom mics.

Kevin and Nick were flitting about, getting used to the differences on this set. They even had a suspended drumkit that Nick was drooling over.

Ever since learning Kevin could float, they had been practicing hard at flying, which they archived. Before, they just glided to various platforms set up in previous tours.

Lazily taking to the air, Joe was glowing a little with happiness as he joined Nick on his side.

Supporting and ready to help out his younger brother should he fall.

But they wouldn't really, the sky was rapidly becoming their element as they harnessed their own Fairy powers. Laughing a little, Joe held back and then buzzed Nick and Kevin, darting inbetween them.

"Can't catch me, guys!" He taunted and put on a burst of a speed.

Kevin and Nick took up the challenge and Joe grinned as his brothers followed him through the air.

hahahaq, AWESOME!

It could've gone either way. Social or in the air type of wingman. I choose in the air. :D

i'd love to see their shows. consider that my followup prompt :) Joe: showman

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