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Jack picked me up in his car that Thursday as planned, and this time we headed over to his place. When I got out I was greeted by a quaint one- story house made of brick which looked to be at least 30 years old. It reminded me of my grandparent's house.
Jack came up behind me and handed me my bag which he had retrieved from the trunk.
"Oh thank-you." I said as I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder.
"It might not look like much,"Jack indicated the house,"But it's home."
I smiled,"Well I think it's cute, and it looks old. It reminds me of my grandparent's house."
He frowned,"I'm not so sure...is that a good thing?"
"It's a good thing,"I nodded and took his arm,"An escort?"
"Why certainly, love!" He imitated Jack Sparrow as he placed his hand on mine and pranced to the door.
"Oh, hold on," He said and disengaged himself. He began searching his pockets, then, not finding what he was looking for, looked under the flower pots and door mat."Where, did I put that blasted key?" he asked.
"Beats me,"I commented, and curiously peeked over to see what he was doing.I had heard a strange sucking sound, like that of shoes being pulled out of mud. My face contorted into a confused and appalled look as I saw what he had done. He had uprooted a plant so that it was dangling from his hand as he looked through what remained in the pot.
"AHA!" He exclaimed as he produced a very very dirty key.
I stood there for a moment as he fiddled with the door. "Don't you have a normal house key?"I inquired.
"Lost it." He said absent-mindedly.
"Oh...Well....why don't you just put the key in a...well...more NORMAL place?"I asked.
"Dad's paranoid. Some guy came by and stole one of our keys before. Dad had all of the locks changed and new keys made. He just HAS to hide them in odd places. Trouble is...I forget where half of them are!"He shrugged and offered his muddy hand,"Thought you wanted an escort?"
"I can manage now,"I pushed his hand down with one finger and walked through the door. Jack followed and I observed the house.
It was so alike my grandparents, that it made me feel completely at home. It had somce classic looking furniture with used countertops in the kitchen and various plants around the house. The floor was a beautiful, worn wood and the wallpaper was roughly textured with lines that ran vertically towards the floor. An old standing piano stood in the dining room, and an old clarinet was on the mantlepiece.
"Oh! So there is a woodwind in the household!" I exclaimed as we passed on the way to Jack's room.
Jack shook his head sadly, and held his head in his hand as if he were ashamed. "The shame of the family..."
"Hey!"I aimed a small kick at him, but he had scooted away int his room as soon as he had made his comment.
His room was unlike the rest of the household. Modern, messy, and not decoreated except for a few posters of Drum Corps, it was a typical teenage boy's room, which included the large pile of dirty laundry in a corner.
Jack dropped my luggage, which he had taken, and dropped it unceremoniously on the bed, turned around and out-stretched his arms.
"Tadaaaaa!" He indicated his room."What do you think?"
"That's the best part,"I said, pointing to a poster of The Cavaliers.
"Well of course it is! The Cavies rock."
"MmmHmmm, Blue Devils too, oh and The Cadets as well."I nodded.
"Indeed, excellent trumpet soloists in this year's show."He closed his eyes and danced a little to the music in his head from the Cadets performance.
I giggled a little,"Sooo, where's those famous Lean Cuisenes you've told me soo much about?"
"Oh yes! Follow me, milady." He held up a finger and again imitating Mr.Sparrow, pranced to the kitchen. He pulled out a stool at the quaint little bar and ran around the counters, sending me into a fit of suppressed giggles. Abrubtly, he stopped and waving his fingers around like Sparrow, said,"But first! Some music! This house is too quiet without any, trust me love."
He strutted across the hallway-like kitchen and fished out a CD player that I looked closely and noticed that it had been wired to a few very discreet speakers placed around high places in the kitchen. Jack selected a burned CD and gently placed it in the player. In a moment, the voice of Bryan Adams filled the small space, though the volume had been turned to a soft setting.
"I didn't know you liked Bryan Adams..."I said. Not many people knew of him, though many knew of his songs and didn't know who wrote them.
"Yep, though I don't listen to too much popular music." He stressed the word popular,"I just....don't think that most 'artists' these days have any real merit to their songs, or at least those that get super famous." He looked at me with a disappointed look on his face.
"I couldn't aggree more,"I nodded,"People look at me weird when I say I listen to these people they've never heard of or Drum Corp's music. Anyway! We have music, now we need food!" I laughed.
"Absolutely, love!" Mr.Sparrow strutted to the refrigerator and pulled out two frosted Lean Cuisenes. He showed them both off dramaticly, before sticking them harshly in the microwave. As if in a trance we watched the microwave plate go round and round with his nose pressed against the window, going "Oooo..." and "Ahhhh...".
"Silly,"I said as I got up,"Where's the cups and glasses?" I asked as I headed over to a promising set of cabinets. As I reached for them, Jack said,"Opposite side."
"Oh," I turned around and headed to the OTHER set of cabinets. I opened them to find plates and tupper-ware.
"....Jack?" I turned around. Jack was at the very same cabinets i had been at, getting glasses.
As he passed a very confused Erica, he said,"You're the guest. No work for you!" He laughed sinisterly.
"No no no, you can't get away with that." I said as I grabbed two plates. But Jack had already placed the glasses down and snatched the plates out of my hands.
"Seriously, I've got it covered."He said.
"Fine!" I sat down and crossed my arms as he went around doing various things.
We both sat at the bar to eat our Lean Cuisenes, and as we were munching away, I asked Jack,"So who does that Clarinet belong to anyway?"
"That's my grandfather's. He lives here too, and that piano's his as well." Jack pointed with his fork.
"Oh....that's cool. Does your Mom or Dad play?"
"Dad's totally tone-deaf, so no. And Mum played the clarinet too before she died."He said matter-a-factly.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's alright, she died when I was oh...8, 9?"
"Hmmmm...doesn't that make you want to play the Clarinet at all?"I asked and nudged his ribs with my left elbow.
"Well...to tell you the truth, I've tried."
"Really?" I was surprised.
"Yep...and I was totally terrible at it."
"What!? JACK ACTUALLY BAD AT SOMETHING?!"I over-exaggerated everything, though I was genuinely surprised that he couldn't play Clarinet.
"Nobody's pefwect." He stuck his nose up playfully."But yeah, I would try and I couldn't make a sound out of it, and then I'd try harder and it'd go SQUAWK! SQUEAKY SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUEEEAAAKKK!!!!"
I laughed, which was a bad thing at the moment because I was in the middle of swallowing a gulp of coke. I barely managed to swallow before giggling at his lovely sound effects. But I actually had a suspicion about what might have been wrong.
"May I take a look at it?" I asked.
"Sure." He said,"Do what you want with it."
I took it carefully off the mantle and examined it respectfully.
"Is this the same reed you used?" I asked holding up the small piece of wood in it's container.
Jack swallowed and nodded,"Yeah, that's the one."
Comprehension dawned on my face."Ahhhh..."I said. He looked at me curiously.
"What?" he asked.
"See this little number right here?" Of course he couldn't see it from 10 feet away, but he nodded anyway. "This is a level 4 reed. What on earth were you doing playing on one of these?"
"That was the one my Grandpa had so, he let me use it."
"Well, what you needed to try a smaller number." I said and went to go dig in my backpack.
I returned a minute later as Jack was cleaning up and stuck the only level 1 reed I owned in Jack's mouth. His face turned a little sour at the never-been-used taste. Then, I took it and fastened it on the mouthpiece. I took it to him and held it out. He took at looked at me, puzzled.
"Ok, place your mouth on the mouthpiece a little less than halfway down it. Place it lightly, with you teeth touching the top and your lip covering the bottom."I instructed.
He did as told, then looked at me, making sure that he was doing it right. I nodded, then placed his hands and fingers in the right position.
"Now tounge on the reed and blow lightly."I smiled.
A soft G resonated through the room.
"Very good! Bravo bravo!" I clapped, giggling a little at his little- kid-like expression.
I let him explore random notes for a while before finally calling him over to the table again.
"You forget we actually have to work." I said.
"Awwww," he moaned playfully and obediently put the clarinet up.
We were taking a break from actual work and Jack put some different music on. It was a jazzy, dance-type piece and before Jack came to sit back down, he started dancing around avidly. He was actually really good at it too. He danced alone for a minutes while I giggled at his random antics, then offered me his hands. Of course, how could I refuse? He swung me around, this way and that and it wasn't even a minute before we were both laughing like lunatics. So much that we started to dance more like drunks than band people. then abruptly, he grabbed my waist and dipped me and held me there. His expression calmed almost imediately. And he looked deep into my eyes.
"I knew when I took this job,"he said quietly,"That I would fall for you....It was inevitable." He smiled faintly to himself.
I laughed a little faintly,"And I knew I would fall for you even more." I said quietly.
He leaned forward a little more, hesitantly. Then, I moved closer to his face, his lips, his eyes...and kissed him.
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Yay! They finally got to kiss! And I myself am happy because I got to hang out with the guy that Jack was inspired by! =D ^.^
Oh and 'He's a Pirate' is actually in the show by the way. I had to download the songs off of KaZaA because I don't have the CD yet. Key word there is yet ;). Anyway, the song I downloaded was called 'Jack Sparrow'. It's the same music as 'He's a Pirate', it's just somebody added a clip of Jack at the beggining saying,"You forgot one very important thing, mate...I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Then the music begins. So, I'l change the title right away.
Jack picked me up in his car that Thursday as planned, and this time we headed over to his place. When I got out I was greeted by a quaint one- story house made of brick which looked to be at least 30 years old. It reminded me of my grandparent's house.
Jack came up behind me and handed me my bag which he had retrieved from the trunk.
"Oh thank-you." I said as I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder.
"It might not look like much,"Jack indicated the house,"But it's home."
I smiled,"Well I think it's cute, and it looks old. It reminds me of my grandparent's house."
He frowned,"I'm not so sure...is that a good thing?"
"It's a good thing,"I nodded and took his arm,"An escort?"
"Why certainly, love!" He imitated Jack Sparrow as he placed his hand on mine and pranced to the door.
"Oh, hold on," He said and disengaged himself. He began searching his pockets, then, not finding what he was looking for, looked under the flower pots and door mat."Where, did I put that blasted key?" he asked.
"Beats me,"I commented, and curiously peeked over to see what he was doing.I had heard a strange sucking sound, like that of shoes being pulled out of mud. My face contorted into a confused and appalled look as I saw what he had done. He had uprooted a plant so that it was dangling from his hand as he looked through what remained in the pot.
"AHA!" He exclaimed as he produced a very very dirty key.
I stood there for a moment as he fiddled with the door. "Don't you have a normal house key?"I inquired.
"Lost it." He said absent-mindedly.
"Oh...Well....why don't you just put the key in a...well...more NORMAL place?"I asked.
"Dad's paranoid. Some guy came by and stole one of our keys before. Dad had all of the locks changed and new keys made. He just HAS to hide them in odd places. Trouble is...I forget where half of them are!"He shrugged and offered his muddy hand,"Thought you wanted an escort?"
"I can manage now,"I pushed his hand down with one finger and walked through the door. Jack followed and I observed the house.
It was so alike my grandparents, that it made me feel completely at home. It had somce classic looking furniture with used countertops in the kitchen and various plants around the house. The floor was a beautiful, worn wood and the wallpaper was roughly textured with lines that ran vertically towards the floor. An old standing piano stood in the dining room, and an old clarinet was on the mantlepiece.
"Oh! So there is a woodwind in the household!" I exclaimed as we passed on the way to Jack's room.
Jack shook his head sadly, and held his head in his hand as if he were ashamed. "The shame of the family..."
"Hey!"I aimed a small kick at him, but he had scooted away int his room as soon as he had made his comment.
His room was unlike the rest of the household. Modern, messy, and not decoreated except for a few posters of Drum Corps, it was a typical teenage boy's room, which included the large pile of dirty laundry in a corner.
Jack dropped my luggage, which he had taken, and dropped it unceremoniously on the bed, turned around and out-stretched his arms.
"Tadaaaaa!" He indicated his room."What do you think?"
"That's the best part,"I said, pointing to a poster of The Cavaliers.
"Well of course it is! The Cavies rock."
"MmmHmmm, Blue Devils too, oh and The Cadets as well."I nodded.
"Indeed, excellent trumpet soloists in this year's show."He closed his eyes and danced a little to the music in his head from the Cadets performance.
I giggled a little,"Sooo, where's those famous Lean Cuisenes you've told me soo much about?"
"Oh yes! Follow me, milady." He held up a finger and again imitating Mr.Sparrow, pranced to the kitchen. He pulled out a stool at the quaint little bar and ran around the counters, sending me into a fit of suppressed giggles. Abrubtly, he stopped and waving his fingers around like Sparrow, said,"But first! Some music! This house is too quiet without any, trust me love."
He strutted across the hallway-like kitchen and fished out a CD player that I looked closely and noticed that it had been wired to a few very discreet speakers placed around high places in the kitchen. Jack selected a burned CD and gently placed it in the player. In a moment, the voice of Bryan Adams filled the small space, though the volume had been turned to a soft setting.
"I didn't know you liked Bryan Adams..."I said. Not many people knew of him, though many knew of his songs and didn't know who wrote them.
"Yep, though I don't listen to too much popular music." He stressed the word popular,"I just....don't think that most 'artists' these days have any real merit to their songs, or at least those that get super famous." He looked at me with a disappointed look on his face.
"I couldn't aggree more,"I nodded,"People look at me weird when I say I listen to these people they've never heard of or Drum Corp's music. Anyway! We have music, now we need food!" I laughed.
"Absolutely, love!" Mr.Sparrow strutted to the refrigerator and pulled out two frosted Lean Cuisenes. He showed them both off dramaticly, before sticking them harshly in the microwave. As if in a trance we watched the microwave plate go round and round with his nose pressed against the window, going "Oooo..." and "Ahhhh...".
"Silly,"I said as I got up,"Where's the cups and glasses?" I asked as I headed over to a promising set of cabinets. As I reached for them, Jack said,"Opposite side."
"Oh," I turned around and headed to the OTHER set of cabinets. I opened them to find plates and tupper-ware.
"....Jack?" I turned around. Jack was at the very same cabinets i had been at, getting glasses.
As he passed a very confused Erica, he said,"You're the guest. No work for you!" He laughed sinisterly.
"No no no, you can't get away with that." I said as I grabbed two plates. But Jack had already placed the glasses down and snatched the plates out of my hands.
"Seriously, I've got it covered."He said.
"Fine!" I sat down and crossed my arms as he went around doing various things.
We both sat at the bar to eat our Lean Cuisenes, and as we were munching away, I asked Jack,"So who does that Clarinet belong to anyway?"
"That's my grandfather's. He lives here too, and that piano's his as well." Jack pointed with his fork.
"Oh....that's cool. Does your Mom or Dad play?"
"Dad's totally tone-deaf, so no. And Mum played the clarinet too before she died."He said matter-a-factly.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's alright, she died when I was oh...8, 9?"
"Hmmmm...doesn't that make you want to play the Clarinet at all?"I asked and nudged his ribs with my left elbow.
"Well...to tell you the truth, I've tried."
"Really?" I was surprised.
"Yep...and I was totally terrible at it."
"What!? JACK ACTUALLY BAD AT SOMETHING?!"I over-exaggerated everything, though I was genuinely surprised that he couldn't play Clarinet.
"Nobody's pefwect." He stuck his nose up playfully."But yeah, I would try and I couldn't make a sound out of it, and then I'd try harder and it'd go SQUAWK! SQUEAKY SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUEEEAAAKKK!!!!"
I laughed, which was a bad thing at the moment because I was in the middle of swallowing a gulp of coke. I barely managed to swallow before giggling at his lovely sound effects. But I actually had a suspicion about what might have been wrong.
"May I take a look at it?" I asked.
"Sure." He said,"Do what you want with it."
I took it carefully off the mantle and examined it respectfully.
"Is this the same reed you used?" I asked holding up the small piece of wood in it's container.
Jack swallowed and nodded,"Yeah, that's the one."
Comprehension dawned on my face."Ahhhh..."I said. He looked at me curiously.
"What?" he asked.
"See this little number right here?" Of course he couldn't see it from 10 feet away, but he nodded anyway. "This is a level 4 reed. What on earth were you doing playing on one of these?"
"That was the one my Grandpa had so, he let me use it."
"Well, what you needed to try a smaller number." I said and went to go dig in my backpack.
I returned a minute later as Jack was cleaning up and stuck the only level 1 reed I owned in Jack's mouth. His face turned a little sour at the never-been-used taste. Then, I took it and fastened it on the mouthpiece. I took it to him and held it out. He took at looked at me, puzzled.
"Ok, place your mouth on the mouthpiece a little less than halfway down it. Place it lightly, with you teeth touching the top and your lip covering the bottom."I instructed.
He did as told, then looked at me, making sure that he was doing it right. I nodded, then placed his hands and fingers in the right position.
"Now tounge on the reed and blow lightly."I smiled.
A soft G resonated through the room.
"Very good! Bravo bravo!" I clapped, giggling a little at his little- kid-like expression.
I let him explore random notes for a while before finally calling him over to the table again.
"You forget we actually have to work." I said.
"Awwww," he moaned playfully and obediently put the clarinet up.
We were taking a break from actual work and Jack put some different music on. It was a jazzy, dance-type piece and before Jack came to sit back down, he started dancing around avidly. He was actually really good at it too. He danced alone for a minutes while I giggled at his random antics, then offered me his hands. Of course, how could I refuse? He swung me around, this way and that and it wasn't even a minute before we were both laughing like lunatics. So much that we started to dance more like drunks than band people. then abruptly, he grabbed my waist and dipped me and held me there. His expression calmed almost imediately. And he looked deep into my eyes.
"I knew when I took this job,"he said quietly,"That I would fall for you....It was inevitable." He smiled faintly to himself.
I laughed a little faintly,"And I knew I would fall for you even more." I said quietly.
He leaned forward a little more, hesitantly. Then, I moved closer to his face, his lips, his eyes...and kissed him.
~^*v~v*^~
Yay! They finally got to kiss! And I myself am happy because I got to hang out with the guy that Jack was inspired by! =D ^.^
Oh and 'He's a Pirate' is actually in the show by the way. I had to download the songs off of KaZaA because I don't have the CD yet. Key word there is yet ;). Anyway, the song I downloaded was called 'Jack Sparrow'. It's the same music as 'He's a Pirate', it's just somebody added a clip of Jack at the beggining saying,"You forgot one very important thing, mate...I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Then the music begins. So, I'l change the title right away.