Chapter 9 Art of the Song
"Okay," Beast Boy said as he kicked his feet up on the bench. The two green changelings were currently sitting in the middle of Jump City Park. Beast Boy made sure to scan over the area, trying to see if anything would activate the songwriting part of his brain. His interdimensional counterpart smiled nonchalantly. "What do's you think you could include in the song?"
Beast Boy hesitated. He continued to look around the bright green park. The colors were popping out, trying to grab his attention (a fitting metaphor for the Goofy Titans themselves). The flowers were saturated with a bright purple, and the birds were displaying their blue wings to anyone who was willing to look at them. Beast Boy smiled when he saw them.
"Well," he said. "I was thinking about something simple. Something direct."
Beast Boy sat up, giving his serious counterpart a raised eyebrow in the process.
"Direct? You's meaning you don't want to include all sorts of wanky symbols and deep meanings and stuff?"
Beast Boy shook his head.
"Considering this will be the first song that I have ever written...well, I'm not sure if I can pull that off."
Beast Boy cackled like a witch brewing a potion.
"I thoughts the whole thing about your universe was that everything had to have a deeper meaning! Everything has to be ultra serious all the time!" Beast Boy gave him a confused look.
"I don't know how you got that idea," he said. "I mean, there are times where I have fun with my friends."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Sometimes, we just kick back and relax. Especially on nights where there isn't as much crime."
A comprehensive, confused look appeared on Beast Boy's face.
"Huh. I never would have guessed that."
"Yeah." Suddenly, Beast Boy noticed a little old lady approaching the bench with a bag full of bird seed. "Let's start walking."
Beast Boy nodded and hopped off the bench. The two changelings started to stroll around the park. Beast Boy noticed that the sun was starting to set, casting a beautiful pink light across the sky as it did. A cool breeze whipped across his cheek, making him think of the time he and his friends went to Siberia. He also saw a flock of blackbirds flying through the sky. Although they were technically grackles, they still made Beast Boy think of the lovely witch in blue.
"Look at those," Beast Boy said as he pointed up toward the grackles. Beast Boy looked up and laughed.
"Dirty birds! They so dumb they can't even fly by themselves!" he giggled. "I bets they scared of the dark like Cyborg is."
For a minute, Beast Boy felt offended on his friend's behalf.
"Cyborg isn't afraid of...oh. You're talking about your Cyborg."
"Yuh huh." Beast Boy looked up at the grackles. "Say, isn't a raven a type of blackbird?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Beast Boy exclaimed with a smile. He looked back up at the grackles. "And, if given the opportunity, I would love to go on a flight with Raven."
A twinkle appeared in Beast Boy's eyes. He grinned like the Joker after just committing the crime of the century.
"You know," he said. "That sounds like something you could include in the song!"
Beast Boy began to think about it. Hmm. Blackbirds. Flying with the black bird. His black bird.
"You're right." He smiled. "You're absolutely right! Beast Boy, you are a genius!"
"Thanks for telling me's what I already know!" Beast Boy chuckled. "In all seriousness, I is glad that we are starting to make progress."
"So am I!" Beast Boy reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a notepad. He started to write down the song ideas. "My black bird...flight..." His face started to fall, his ears started to droop. "Um, that is a good start. But I have no idea what else I can include in the song."
"That's okay, man!" Beast Boy said. "You's don't wants to hurt your brain with this."
Beast Boy considered this statement. While he did want to get the song finished and show it to Raven as soon as possible, he also recognized that his goofy counterpart was right (for once). If he overexerted himself, then the song would not turn out good. Perhaps he needed to sleep on this before returning to the song. After all, it was starting to get late.
"You're right." He put his notepad and pencil away. "Say, why don't we head back to Titans Tower? I'm getting a little sleepy."
Beast Boy yawned.
"Goods idea. Come on, Serious Me!" With that, he turned into a bird. Beast Boy also morphed into a bird and followed after him.
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The two green changelings flew in through the hole that was still in the window. Beast Boy couldn't help but feel extremely happy when his feet touched the ground. He made this happiness known by smiling at Beast Boy.
"Do you want me to sleep on the couch or something?"
Beast Boy shook his head.
"No way, man! You and I are going to sleep in my room!"
Beast Boy nodded and started to follow his goofy counterpart. His mood was so high, almost as if he had spent time with his head in the clouds. He started to hum a little tune. it was a little incoherent, but it was still enough to raise his spirits even higher. Unfortunately, his mood came crashing back down when he saw Robin standing in the hallway. His arms were crossed, and he was glaring at the two shapeshifters.
"Where have you been?" he asked with venom in his voice. Beast Boy's stomach squirmed.
"Hahaha, nowhere bro!" Beast Boy said. "The twos of us were just hanging out together!"
Robin scoffed.
"Well, the 'twos' of you are now officially thirty minutes passed curfew!" he glared at Beast Boy. "And why are you still here?"
Beast Boy was about to answer, but his counterpart beat him to the punch.
"Duh! He's going to be spending the night in my room!"
Robin's glare got more concentrated. It didn't help that he directed it at Beast Boy.
"You're staying here?"
Beast Boy gulped and nodded slowly.
"Y...yes sir," he squeaked.
Robin continued to glare. Fortunately, he did move out of the way, which helped the two Beast Boys to go through. As Beast Boy was making his way into his counterpart's room, he heard Robin muttering under his breath.
"I don't like that guy. Not one little bit."