[Britta & Miranda - GIRL BAND!]

[everyone_takes]

Okay, so the guy teaching them how to play the instruments was a little on the cheesy side with the whole 'punk rock, I swear a lot and used to do all the drugs' attitude, but it turned out he actually knew what he was doing. At least, he'd communicated it all pretty clearly to Kate and even though she was pretty far from an expert, she was actually playing chords and then stringing the chords together to make songs.

It was all pretty cool, especially since she had never stuck with anything. The pointe shoes the island had given her were collecting dust under her bed in the room she shared with Marshall, but the guitar was getting used. She was a far cry from making up her own songs -- besides, that was a band activity, not a solo one -- but she could play songs she already knew and that was pretty badass.

Kate was sure her dad, in all his Beaverlamp glory, would be proud of her.

Sitting near the Compound, she shifted the guitar in her lap, singing quietly as she played. It was a little chick folk rock of her, but whatever. No one here was going to make fun of her for being a weirdo hippie. She was waiting for Miranda and Britta to join her so that they could maybe play together. Joe Dick had called that 'jamming', but there was no way in hell Kate was enough of a dork to use a word like that.

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"Oh man, no," Britta says, "that sounds promising, we have to see this." Besides which, costumes mean not figuring out lyrics, and alright, she knows without music, they can't really be a band, but they're getting there. They just need time. And drums and costumes and tons of things like that.

[everyone_takes]

"Oh, my God, it has a viking hat and everything," Kate said, getting to her feet and leading the other two into the Compound and down to the room she shared with Marshall. As always, his side of the room was spotless, while hers looked like, well, a teenaged girl lived there.

"It's here somewhere," she said, rummaging through the clothes she had and pulling out one thigh high, bright red vinyl boot and then the other.

[bothgodown]

"That does sound to be most absurd," Miranda notes her grin growing wider despite everything else. She cannot help it. The whole thing has a daftness to it that she finds to be wonderful.

Gasping at the sight of the boot, she reaches out and takes it into her hands. "This is...this be horribly impractical. Tis simply divine."