orangetoughguy | log post II

[Okay. Never mind then. Larry leans back against a upright piano.]

Looks nice.

[Not that that is a factor that matters either. Standing there and able to hook it up he's impressed. The old man don't know shit about music in the technical sense. Ears are open for Freddy's critique. The fact that Geddy Lee had an ax like this is a note of quality, right?]

[Totally a note of quality, that Paul McCartney guy uses one too but who cares when there's Geddy Lee? If Freddy wanted to get taken for all he's worth (in the money sense) he'd unleash his inner fanboy 35 minutes ago. Fortunately he keeps it underwraps which should make Dimick's dealings a bit easier. He knows Larry's always willing to pay top dollar for top quality but he's not someone who would buy the Brooklyn Bridge either.]

It needs a little tuning but it sounds great.

[The light color body makes his hands look as if they're disappearing into the instrument but his fingertips practically glow against the black scratch plate. He'll try out a few others but it's clear the kid is sold on this one.]

[It's plain to see on his face. That's adoration. Having seen it many times himself, the old man can recognize it. All the same he stays off to one side. Looking around at the rest of the musical junk. Though he wanders to bother that shaggy son of a bitch in his loitering to ask if they tune here. The man said yes though it looked like it pained him.

Yep. Dimick is planning on dropping quite a bit. Only the best.]

[It takes only two other guitar try outs for the kid to come back to the Rickenbacker. Play it cool Newendyke, the old man knows it but does the shaggy guy know it? Freddy downplays his own enthusiasm with hands in his pockets.]

I don't know...I'm gonna need an amp. Maybe I should sleep on it or somethin'.

[He says after rejoining Larry's side, presumably in the company of that other guy. See Freddy can play the game too. When it's about stuff he actually understands it's a little easier. Suits and cufflinks and all that are a different story.]

[Sleep on it? Woah. Wait? What? The old man doesn't express exactly how confused he is by this sentiment. He's watching the delivery. What does it mean? Wait. Watch. Learn.

Aware of the future noise and aware of the lack of sleep he may have don't discourage his determination to get the kid a guitar.]

You wanna try another place...?

[This is helpful if the answer is yes and if the answer is no.]

[Now now now no need to be hasty. Shaggy's buddy here can knock off a digit or two to make a sale, has he made one all day? Not quite. And that Rickenbacker's been sitting there for some time now (not enough appreciation from the locals, honestly).]

The amp and a second set of strings.

[Not that bass players are known for breaking them but he'll take what he can get out of this package deal. The price knockdown isn't huge but in this kid's opinion it's definitely worth a trade for part of a grenade's earnings.]

[This kid is so generous to decide to patronage at all. Can anybody put a price on that?]

That come with the strap?

[Since we're wheeling, dealing and.....the old man doesn't want to feel left out of the loop since he's the one gettin' out his wallet right now. Not that Freddy needs any help at all. He's quite impressive all on his own.]

[The fact that the older one is getting his wallet out to pay for the younger one's goods is a little eyebrow raising, but the shaggy son of a bitch doesn't say a thing. He's making a sale, that's what matters. And yeah it comes with the strap.]

Nice.

[Freddy smiles, glad to seal the deal. For how much longer he can keep a lid on is excitement is yet to be seen.]

[As much as Larry would love to believe that it looks as though he is buying off the younger man, showing some kind of an illicit deal subtly....Shaggy likely believes that his pop is getting sonny boy a guitar. That's that.

Money changed, goods handed over. The old man gets the receipt.]

Anythin' else here?

[Up until now he is very impressed with the kid. What a cool, collected son of a gun. He knows where they're going now. Straight back to the apartment so he can fuck with it.]

[As long as Shaggy doesn't say it aloud because that would get a cringe out of the kid. Even though it sometimes works to their advantage, Freddy doesn't outright enjoy being mistaken for father and son. Seriously. If they only knew. If. They. Only. Knew.]

Naw, this is good. We can't buy out the whole store.

[This is a joke, a joke that suggests they're poor and not a pair of guys who could probably actually buy the whole place out with just a couple diamonds. A close look at Freddy's fingers though would show even though he's carrying all the gear he's just dying to try everything out.]

[Sure ain't no normal family life at fucking all if anyone suspected that. And if that is part of the package deal...what the hell kind of a people are they dealing with. Fine. Pop and Junior have their spoils in bag now.]

Not this go round you're right.

[Who knows? If they gotta stay in this joint for years may as well keep occupied and be thoroughly amused.]

Better be going then. Thanks pal.

[Whatever his name is. Shit guy hardly speaks but here he is. Making a sale. Puts something on the table. Whatever. Really the attention is on Freddy. Larry can pick up on the anticipation. Is he gonna bust out a cover or an original? Don't matter really. The old man will get to hear for himself. The first of many, many, many private concerts. Back to the car they go.]

[Once they're inside the car...the levee breaks.]

I can't believe I have Geddy Lee's guitar--I mean not his guitar but the kind of bass he uses. John Deacon's rolled with one of these too, oh and Paul McCartney. Hey didn't you want some drums or somethin'?

[The last part he only now just remembers. Way to hyperfocus on just yourself, Newendyke.]

[Well, if it keeps on rainin' as it had the levee is gonna break.]

Paul too? You got the best pick outta there then.

[He doesn't know better at all. Not one bit. Though the sheer enthusiasm that is bubbling out there can't be anything wrong or incorrect about it. It's all for damn good reason.]

Not today.

[Maybe not at all. Maybe It's an idle thought. Handling drums after so damn long, would he be any good? What the fuck would he play? It was dicking around. Bobby had a way of hauling him into shit at the drop of a hat. You're both handed. It'll be a snap is what he said.

Doors unlocked. Larry lets the kid situate his new piece. They can take the direct way home now. The one without the street blocks.]

Are you sure?

[Because for all the dislike he has when it looks as if he's junior or a boy toy he really really appreciates what Larry's done for him. Larry's always doing things for him, damn.]

Thanks.

[Yeah technically it wasn't all his money but the money aspect takes a backseat to the fact that Larry planned this for him. Larry set this up for him. Maybe the old man's expecting a blowjob or something.]

I'm sure. We gotta figure how that one is gonna work out, don't we?

[One thing is for certain, if Larry ever decides to get a drum set, he won't be playing it first thing in the morning. Leave that to the professionals. (Freddy.)

Sentimental piece of shit that he is starting to feel like, There's no need for a blowjob when he got to see euphoria on the guy's face already today. ...not that he would turn down a blowjob though.]

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