"Wah-wah-wah, bum-da-doo-wah!" a small hand struck an imaginary chord on an air guitar. "Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah!" a painfully flat voice rang out, making up in excessive volume for what it lacked in quality. "Oooh-ooo-oh!" an arch of a back as a knotted mass of red curls were thrown backwards expressively. Jovi closed her eyes and raised her invisible instrument over her head, bowing to her audience line, which for today had been the odd assortment of clothes that hung from the washing line that was tied from one end of the corridor to the other.
A sound of a muffled laugh followed by a half suppressed snort snapped her out of her fantasy world as she quickly turned to its direction. Her cheeks now burning brightly and clashing with her auburn hair, Jovi suddenly felt overcome with the feeling of sheer embarrassment as she spotted a creased face emitting silent peels of laughter.
"Shu'rr'up." Jovi growled through her fingers as she hid her face in her hands.
Pop and Big Macca looked between each other, opened their mouths to speak and then burst into yet another uncontrollable fit of laughter.
"Oh bugger off the pair of y'." Jovi pushed past them and pursed her lips together, making a mental note to keep her bedroom-dancing strictly in her bedroom.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Jovi." The way Pop pronounced her name made it sound more like he was saying, 'Joveh'. "Yeh just not musically inclined is all."
"Well, not actually all," Big Macca interjected, "You've got no co-ordination either."
Pop chortled, "If she's got no co-ordination when she dances, does that mean she's got no co-ordination when she-"
"I can hear you!" Jovi shouted over her shoulder, making sure to stomp her feet a little louder as she stormed away from them.
Big Macca tapped Pop on the shoulder and gestured his need for silence by placing his finger upon his lips and giving a 'watch-this' kind of mischievous wink. "Jovi?" Macca called after her, grinning as she ignored him. "Jovi, you've forgotten something."
Jovi replied non-verbally with a one fingered gesture.
"Nah, I'm being serious. You left something on the floor over there, I'm sure it belongs to you…"
Jovi turned around and plodded back to where the two men stood, tripping over her pointlessly long jeans as she walked. Big Macca hadn't been wrong about her lack of co-ordination, clumsy was often the first word used to describe Jovi by the other Bohemians, she was well known for the unnecessary breakages and damage she caused around the Heartbreak hotel, to herself and also to the other Bohemians. It had been her inability to pick up even the Gaga's routines that had guided her there as a kid.
"What? I don't see anything." Jovi inspected the space in front of the three of them.
"It's right over there," Macca pointed with a grubby index finger, "I believe it's your air-guitar." Although it took Jovi a few seconds to catch on, she finally responded with a sharp kick to Macca's shin.
"Moron." She scowled, storming off again.
The two men wheezed as they laughed, Pop giving Macca a congratulating slap across the back. As Macca rubbed at his shin he winced in pain, Pop eyed him warily.
"You okay there dude?"
Big Macca grinned, "I'd let her kick me twice as hard if it meant her falling for it again."
