SIX DEGREES KARAOKE (Tammy Award Party for wolfwithaguitar)

[head_psychic]

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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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Randy!"

Shawn jumped from the stage where he had been... trying out if it could deal with jumping up and down for safety purposes only... and ran over to greet the 'star' of the evening. "I felt that someone of high importance and with a very nice haircut was about to enter this building and it's even a nicer surprise to see that it is you!"

Shaking his hand eagerly he grins broadly, his already good mood and boyish excitement growing, because now all of this starts getting more real, more 'it's happening'. "Had a good trip? Want a drink? Ready to rock? There is a small room backstage where you can put your stuff. I made a little star with your name. You know, like in the movies. It's on the door! I'm not sure if the sticky tape will keep it there for long though."

[wolfwithaguitar.livejournal.com]

Randy just laughs at Shawn's enthusiasm, because he's never seen anyone quite this excited. Especially not over him. He's not really that interesting, at least he doesn't think so.

"I don't drink, Shawn, but I'll grab a bottle of water at some point. I'll walk back and put my stuff down once I'm sure we've got all the gear set up and everything works all right," he replies, smiling a little. "I can't wait to get out there, I haven't had a chance to play in awhile," he admits.

A chuckle. "Trip was fine. I brought a couple of friends that I can introduce you to. Tara's here, somewhere, and Brendan and Deanna..." He doesn't know where his friends are but they'll find him when they're done doing whatever it is they're doing. He nervously rubs the back of his neck. "Tell me this isn't going to be like a huge deal."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"A huge deal? Oh no." Shawn shakes his head. "It's just a party. For you! To have a good time, to... to have fun, alright? So don't think too much, I don't want any worry-vibes anywhere in this room. Look..."

Shawn waves around the room. "This is a nice bar. And you like to play. Rest is organized by your friendly psychic detective agency. So everything's perfect, right? No need to worry!"

[wolfwithaguitar.livejournal.com]

"I'll be okay." I think. Randy didn't want to upset Shawn, so he just shook his head. "I just can't remember the last time I was at a party. And you know, it's a musician thing...you want to do really well every time you go out there. Even the best of us get nerves." He normally didn't, for some odd reason, unless he ended up performing at someplace like Verizon Hall. Then he would probably faint. "You've just gotta remember who you're talking to. I'm a homebody who'd rather spend a night in with his friends than go clubbing. Although, my sister, were she here, she'd disagree."

A soft laugh. "Are you sure that I can't help with anything? It's the least I can do."

(OOC: Don't mind him, he'll be perfectly fine as long as he's not beset with anything too crazy. He's very much a PG-rated, down to earth kinda guy, so if space aliens land on the roof or a fight breaks out or something, he might flip out, but otherwise? He'll be just fine.)

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn quickly shakes his head. "Oh no. You just do your sound check thingy and make sure everything on stage is bright and shiny and I'll say hi to the guests and take care of everything else. I think that is the best and fairest way of splitting things up."

He grins. "Besides, that way we prevent getting in each other's way. That once happened back when I still organized things and it included a wedding cake and lots of cursing."

(ooc: That's good to know because Shawn is SUCH an unpredictable muse...)

[wolfwithaguitar.livejournal.com]

"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.)

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"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.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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

Right.

Back to the preparations!