SIX DEGREES KARAOKE (Tammy Award Party for wolfwithaguitar)

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Taking a quick look around Shawn nods in approval. Yeah, this is definitely it. The place where Randy's gonna get his well-deserved celebration big time. Renting the karaoke bar had proved even easier than he had imagined: Just some observations about certain employees and dirty deals, neatly packed into a breathtaking vision and the owner was even more than willing to make the place available. Acknowledgment of gratitude, which, of course, Shawn couldn't decline. That would have been totally rude.

The SIX DEGREES karaoke bar is a big place that somehow managed to stay comfy nevertheless. There are round tables near the bar as well as lounges in the corners. The bar itself is more of the modern kind but without looking too freaky to keep looking at it after five beers. The stage is actually perfect. Shawn checked it out, everybody should be able to see it.

It's all there, everything is ready so he hums a happy little tune as he waits for Randy and the guys to show up for the soundcheck. Not that he particularly cares if someone else decides to drop by early. If nobody shows up at all it doesn't really matter as well. Because it would only take him one call and approximately ten minutes to turn the event into something even more official than it already is and find enough random people on the street.

Yeah. No matter what, this is going to be awesome.

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"Oh, gosh." Randy can imagine that in his head and somehow, he's sure Brendan probably has a story like that. The two of them would get along famously, if Brendan wasn't parking the car at the moment. Randy's glad that his friend decided to come, if only because Bren and Deanna are still trying to spend some time together. So at least he was able to give them that opportunity. Of course, now that he thinks about it, he misses his sister, and his mom...

Yep. He's a homebody.

He smiles slightly, sort of subconsciously itching to get his guitar back up to spec and get on stage. "Just yell if you change your mind," he says, unfailingly polite as ever. "I mean, we're just messing around with stuff. To be honest, I'm really excited. I haven't played with the band in about...a year, I don't think."

(OOC: Yeah, I've always tried to keep Randy from getting too far off his canon. So this kinda stuff is cool, but he has a lot of trouble rationalizing like, sci-fi or anything sort of 'out of his neighborhood'. When Tara married Bond, he couldn't get his brain around it for a week.)

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"A year?" Shawn repeats. "Then it's about time! Oh, I will totally yell if I need you. It will come straight from the heart. And my lungs. But now the stage needs you."

Before he can leave to start the soundcheck Shawn holds him back once more. "Hey, what's the first song you're gonna play? So I can announce you!"

[wolfwithaguitar.livejournal.com]

Randy has to think on this. They went over the set list in the car, but the 'oh my god this is a huge party' shock sort of blanked his brain for a minute. After a moment, he remembers, and he chuckles.

"It's called 'Satellites,'" he says. "It's one of ours."

Of course, they'll get to the Styx covers later.

Then he heads off to go make sure all of his equipment is in pristine condition. If anyone is looking for him, once all that is done, they'll find him backstage in the dressing room Shawn has set up for him, just taking a long moment to himself, tuning his guitar.

Some things never change.

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"Satellites!" Shawn yells after him. "Got it! Catch you later! It's gonna be awesome!"

Right.

Back to the preparations!