It Ain't Me Babe - Open

[Jacelynn Heron]

A trip to the mall never hurt anybody. Especially after the holidays, where she acquired some cash for a gift seeing as how nobody in her family cared to ask what she'd want for Christmas and instead left it up to her. Everyone except her dad anyway, he gave her zebra print seat covers for her baby. That and he was still restoring the motorcycle that she expected to be getting before she went off to Europe. She'd ship it over if she had to because she'd been waiting since she was sixteen for that little number.

After spending a fair sum of her Christmas money, with some to spare, she took a little detour to The Quarter Note to see if there was anything good that she could pick up there. She'd been lacking good music lately and was sick of the junk they played on the radio every five minutes on repeat. It was sickening the kind of crap that they usually played. Jacelynn was rather picky about her music though, she liked club music for those kinds of settings, but otherwise, she was all about the acoustic versions. Even if she couldn't play any instruments or sing, she appreciated the raw types of music that was just vocal and guitar or vocal and piano. Something really worth listening to. Something that didn't hide the meaning of a song behind basses dropping and techno bull shit.

Recently she stumbled across a few covers that she enjoyed, newer bands covering the oldies that her father had forced her to listen to as she grew up. Some of them were a little difficult to stand, but the more she explored the covers, the more interested she became in the bands that were covering them. She was searching through the different CDs and albums, looking for specifics. Once she found the one she'd been searching for, she slipped it into one of the players and turned it on to see if it was what she thought it was. As the speakers started playing the song she found herself smiling and humming along because she knew if she opened her mouth, her tone-deafness would start to show.

[Beau LaRoux]

Music stores relaxed Beau. They were just sort of testaments to his potential future. True, he had this strong tendency to pretty well stay to one particular section of said music store and huddle there like a coon in a trash can, but hey, it was still a good place to be. Plus it was always fun to pick through the music and see how cheap Beau's dad's stuff had landed. He loved texting the old man on that sort of thing.

Beau went straight for the country music, or at least, that had been the plan. He'd been about halfway to there when he noticed an intriguing sight: namely a pretty blonde looking over music. Beau paused mid-step, moving smoothly to suddenly become very interested in the section closest to him. This probably would have worked better had he not been near the Reggae music, which he mostly frowned at. Still, it gave him something to pretend to be interested in while he attempted to subtly check out the girl.

Cute, definitely cute, and looking through the cover section, so there was still some hope. Beau wandered a little closer, pretending again to be looking at music. which immediately led him to wonder about how big the reggae section really needed to be. Fortunately, he'd managed to  get just within the ten foot range of the girl. Beau labeled this the "danger zone," especially after the "bone" incident. But as he got close, he didn't really notice any changes. No urge to shoot fire from his fingers, no protruding bones, no cats, no nothing. Maybe he'd run into one of those non-powered types? He scooted a little closer, and then began to pick up something. Humming, humming that matched the music that had started to play.

How in tarnation was he picking up the humming? Beau moved a little closer, and he found the humming increasing steadily. As he got closer though, he realized he knew the song. "Dylan, right?" he asked, keeping his voice normal pitched. It sounded way louder than normal, and he really, really hoped he was just picking up some kind of ability and not losing his mind.