"I didn't hurt her. If I remember correctly, she hurt me." He laughed throatily again, "I had clawmarks for a week. But no, I didn't hurt her. It's her problem if she can't accept that I was playing a completely different person. Joeseph liked her more than I ever would."
He could tell he'd hit a note, but he wasn't quite sure which one it was. Maybe he needed to bash his hands more carefully up and down the piano. "Jackson is obsessed with you. At least, that's what I got, from the few times I talked to him - plus our little conversation during that truth thing."
He stretched his arms over his head, joints cracking from his knuckles to his shoulders. "Jackson is also nothing like me. I think you probably know that by now, though, with that little, mm, lilt. And now, you're nervous."
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Date: 2009-05-04 05:15 am (UTC)He could tell he'd hit a note, but he wasn't quite sure which one it was. Maybe he needed to bash his hands more carefully up and down the piano. "Jackson is obsessed with you. At least, that's what I got, from the few times I talked to him - plus our little conversation during that truth thing."
He stretched his arms over his head, joints cracking from his knuckles to his shoulders. "Jackson is also nothing like me. I think you probably know that by now, though, with that little, mm, lilt. And now, you're nervous."