<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>This was all fine and dandy, but it'd take a while to get used to the new setting. Along with trying to learn to play for others. His personal skills were just that: personal. Nobody had ever heard him play and nobody had ever seen him draw or seen one of his works. So yea, this would be hard. <font color="#0059fa">"Oh, uh... sure."</font> He'd need one. <font color="#0059fa">"I d-don't know... I never thought of it..."</font> he added quickly, looking back to Garret. There was no need to rush things. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>"Hmm, well that was a bit eager of me. See you in a sec."</span> Garret got up and quick walked out the room. Garret walked into the spacious kitchen, spotting the fridge. <span style='color:purple'>"Hmmm orange, apple, cherry?"</span> Pulling out each bottle in turn. <span style='color:purple'>"Apple for me. Um...Cherry."</span> Walking back out and giving the fridge door a kick to close. Garret pondered on his little journey how he could possibly court the young cute bottomed Arden. <span style='color:purple'>"Maybe a good few weeks more in then, before asking."</span> Talking to himself while walking across the dance floor. <span style='color:purple'>"Well I wasn't sure what you liked so I got you cherryade placing the bottle on the side."</span> And sitting down beside Eir.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik quietly watched as Garret left the room, tilting an ear to the side. He looked around a little, but he was too nervous to touch anything. He really must've had some good luck to nab this so quickly, but he kind of wished it didn't happen so suddenly. It could take a long time for him to get used to things and work up the courage to play for someone else and put himself on the map. He jumped slightly when the other came back, stifling an odd nervous, startled chuckle. Damn man, don't make a fool of yourself. <font color="#0059fa">"Oh, uh, thanks,"</font> he said quickly with an acknowledging nod toward the arden. He didn't really like cherry and preferred orange over anything, but he'd drink it to be polite. When he felt like drinking. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
He ignored the arden's odd noises while he swiveled on the chair. <span style='color:purple'>"I know what your thinking. Why you? And why now?"</span> A mild curious glint shining in his eyes. <span style='color:purple'>"You could say I'm thinking the same. Have I rushed things? Made you suspicious? Sadly it's the way I work, the way I think. Fast and to the point and always with a plan."</span> Opening his bottle and taking a swig.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Well that pretty much summed everything up without him having to open his mouth. Though he was less suspicious and more nervous than anything. Eir shifted nervously on his feet where he stood, looking at Garret indirectly. What could he say to that? 'Give me more time?' and possibly ruin his chance for a job? Hell no. At least, not until tomorrow. Or something. <font color="#0059fa">"... It'll... just take me a while to get used to it, I guess,"</font> he finally said quietly, unsure. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>"Fair point. That's why I said to stay here for the night. I show you around... Get comfortable. And so forth."</span> It was easy to see that he was right, on most of what he described. <span style='color:purple'>"And besides I know how....attached musicians get to their instruments. You wouldn't play as well with any of these now would you?"</span> Garret was always good at telling body language.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Did Garret honestly expect Eirik to be totally and utterly comfortable come tomorrow morning? Oh hell no. It'd take at least a week, maybe a week and a half for him to actually be somewhat comfortable. Usually he was better than that, what with being so shallow and all, but he just had a ton of stuff thrown at his face and it'd take that long to absorb everything. He just sort of meekly nodded his head to the question. Hell, he honestly wouldn't trust Garret touching his instruments. <font color="#0059fa">"Uh... so, if I get this correctly... I'm staying the night, and tomorrow we're gonna pick up my stuff... and I'll be... uh... living here?"</font> He asked this carefully, quietly, hoping he didn't get it horribly wrong cause he'd freak the fuck out with embarrassment if Garret laughed and said he wouldn't be living with him. Maybe the other wouldn't laugh if he didn't hear the question, which is why he asked so quietly. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garret laughed and nodded.<span style='color:purple'> "Yes you are correct."</span> He watched Eir noting the faint look of dislike. <span style='color:purple'>"I should have picked the other one....."</span> Realizing he'd guessed his type wrong, for once. He swivelled round and pressed a few buttons, selecting something that Eir would prefer. Letting the music ebb out at a medium volume. <span style='color:purple'>Looks like I have some work to do to make him more people friendly....</span> It seemed that Garret had picked one hell of a tough cookie to use as his first signing. <span style='color:purple'>I'll put on hold the other plans.</span>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Oh. Well that was all fine and dandy... but it really would take a while for him to get situated. Longer than normal simply because of the information he found out just a bit earlier. Yea well... Garret would have a big project on his hands trying to get him comfortable; hopefully the guy was patient. And persistent <font color="#0059fa">".... Okay,"</font> he said after a moment, unsure, before running a hand through his hair and letting the blonde-highlighted bangs fall back into his bright blue eyes. <font color="#0059fa">"Do... uh... most guys live with their employers?"</font> Maybe he was missing something. It seemed a bit odd to him, but at least he was getting a job. Somehow he knew there wasn't a <i>maybe</i> about it anymore. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:blue'>"Do... uh... most guys live with their employers?"</span> He looked up at Eir with a smile. <span style='color:purple'>"To be honest with you it isn't normal. But it is the most logical way of doing this, after all you wouldn't want to drive in every now and then. That and you living costs would be put aside leaving you with your pay complete."</span> He chuckled as he threw the bottle in the waste bin to the side. <span style='color:purple'>"That and I do sometimes get lodgers anyway. So do you like the layout and the equipment? I could show you your room if you'd like."</span>
sorry for the wait son. <table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Staying relatively quiet as Garret answered, he figured that did sound better than having to drive in and pay for a shitty run-down studio back at the Black Market. But it'd be awkward... he'd deal. As for the equipment, he couldn't complain and he wasn't about to... he was used to more... used kinda things. This stuff was worn with age and that's the way he liked it; not completely new and so shiny that you could see your reflection on it. Speaking of which, would Garret thing less of him for having old instruments or something? Hopefully not... he loved his old stuff. <font color="#0059fa">"Oh.. uh.. yea... and I'm tired, so if you could..."</font> he managed awkwardly. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>“Well that was next on my list of the tour and I need to sleep off that lot of drink."</span> Garret rather brashly grabbed Eir’s hand. He walked out of the studio towing his guest along almost like an excited child. The stage lights glowed blue and purple as they passed. It had come vaguely alive before he flicked the switch sending the large room into darkness. He walked Eirik briskly through the house pointing out things here and there. After a good twenty minutes they came to the third floor where the rooms were. The floor was soft and deep red, ornate wooden paneling lined the walls the doors were a shade lighter but overall similar. Garret led the arden down the hall almost to the end turning at the last door on the side. <span style='color:purple'>“And this is your room. It has a sitting room, bedroom, bathroom and a small assortment of clothes in many shades of colour." </span>Smiling as he opened the door. <span style='color:purple'>“Mine is the next one along, the one you see at the end of the hall."</span>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Well this was nice and all, really, but he wasn't quite used to the forwardness Garret showed. Obviously, there was some infatuation there that Eirik was choosing to overlook right now simply because it was just... awkward. Not to mention <i>way</i> too soon, so pretending to not know and ignoring it was the best thing to do right now until he settled down and got used to him. It might take more time simply because of how outgoing and forward Garret was, whereas if he'd been quieter, Eirik might've warmed up much more quickly. But he quietly went along, gritting his teeth somewhat in nervousness. Just a few minutes after the little tour continued, Eirik found himself distracted with how complicatedly pretty this place was, with oddly consistent lighting that was soothing and nice. It was... extravagant compared to what he was used to, what with shitty lighting in his shitty studio in the shitty Black Market. He almost kept walking on when Garret stopped before what was apparently going to be his room and explained what was in it. Eirik seemed, well, shocked, but much of the surprise was suppressed in his hesitantly quiet voice. <font color="#0059fa">"You're place... it's really nice, Garret,"</font> the shy arden said fumbling for words, but simply settled for the simpler ones. <font color="#0059fa">"You're really too kind..."</font> He mumbled, turning bright blue eyes to the floor nervously, visually flustered by his host's generosity. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garret's eyes twinkled as he smiled. <span style='color:purple'>"It's okay really."</span> He chuckled filling the corridor and room with his laugh. <span style='color:purple'>"Sometimes there's a first for everything even being kinder than one aught to be."</span> Garret let go of his hand and walked in clapping once. The room burst into light, lamps and spot-lights flicking on in an instant. The colours of the room was a deep sapphire blue, furniture black and a rather large bed also in black silken sheets shining to the light.<span style='color:purple'>"I do hope you enjoy your stay here. Breakfast is at nine thirty, the alarm is already set."</span> He grinned back at Eir mentally picturing his reaction.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font> Kinder than one aught to be? That made it seem like he wasn't supposed to be putting Eirik up at all with a place to stay. But whatever, he wouldn't be picky with words; besides, Garret probably didn't mean it like that anyways. All of this was way too fancy for Eirik's tastes. Not that it wasn't nice, because it really was, but... he just wasn't used to such extravagance. It made him a little nervous because everything was so perfect and spotless and... ugh. Walking into the room after the other arden, Eir looked around almost wide-eyed, but he kept a lock on his facial expressions for the moment. <font color="#0059fa">"U-uh... I... th-thanks, again..."</font> he said nervously, already feeling like he was on a tight schedule. This was really going to take some getting use to. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garrett beamed at him, the eyes never lie unless your very good at lying. <span style='color:purple'>"Well I must go do some of the last bits of paperwork, and a lot of sleep you'll know where to find me."</span> He walked past Eir clasping him on the shoulder as he passed. <span style='color:purple'>"And yes that is lavender. Knock on my door if you need something."</span> Smiling infectiously. <span style='color:purple'>"I don't really mind how long it takes......just as long as its not a few months."</span> Reading his thoughts from his body language. Garrett then left him closing the door quietly. His happy whistling echoing along the hall as he crossed into his own room which was virtually similar apart from purple where the blue was.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font> Eirik awkwardly stood there as Gar walked past him, watching him as he went by. The smile rubbed off on him except, on him, it came out nervous but it was still a smile nonetheless. Once the other arden was out of the room, Eir ran a hand through his hair before sighing and looking around again. It would take a while to get comfortable, so he didn't see sleeping any time soon. And it didn't, really. The man stayed in his room the whole night, looking at this and that and trying to sleep, but only managing to doze lightly. Before he knew it, the clock was going off and it made him have a small freak out moment. He turned to turn it off, but for a moment couldn't figure out how and then he managed to turn off the ring. Eir sat on the edge of the bed leaning forward on his knees and running both hands through his blonde-streaked hair before he stood and headed out of the room. He couldn't remember where he was supposed to go. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
A deep pulsing rhythm echoed the halls. Though minute in volume from so high the piece was still audible. Past the kitchen and down a few halls Garrett danced. Stretching every muscle, bending every joint, growling every note. Enclosed in his suit now with metal plates strategically placed painted deep purple he was in another world. A world of sound, of feelings, of instinct. The room was darkened leaving the stage alternating colours of purples, blues and greens. As he stepped on each panel of the stage a new light ignited. His was a dance of light and music. Garrett seemed to mime the words of the song as he went.
<table width="400"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/1153/eirtabuh2.png) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:255px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #0b17ff; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#0da0ff"> <center><font size="1"><font color="#02898f">Late night drives, all alone in my car I can't help but start Singing lines from all our favorite songs</font></font>Walking around confused, the one thing Eirik did know was that he heard music. This early in the morning? He followed the music straight to the source and found himself gazing upon Garrett who was dancing upon the stage he saw last night in the tightest suit he'd ever seen in his life. But he didn't really care about that; he was impressed by the dancing. Crossing his arms, Eir leaned on the door frame just quietly watching with a little smirk on his face. Not that he could be heard if he spoke anyways. He still couldn't remember the last time he actually let loose and danced. It'd been a while, that was for sure. Nowadays he just hung out at the clubs to drink. <font size="1"><font color="#02898f">And melodies in the air Singin' life just ain't fair Sometimes I still just can't believe you're gone</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garrett didn't see the door open nor the figure standing by the side. The music changed pace slowing into a pulse, the room went deep blue. A rather odd groan left his lips as he drew two transparent poles with dark handles. With a flurry of hands they were sent behind him, the liquid inside glowing instantly switching colours automatically. <span style='color:PURPLE'>"Glow, shining through my soul."</span> Spinning the glowing staff's around him with ease twirling from foot to foot. His bright coloured fur shining as the glow staffs passed. By the time the track was over and the lights dimmed he was panting clutching his knees. <span style='color:purple'>"That's enough for the morning."</span> Between gasps of air. The lights came on through a fade revealing the room in its entirety. Finding himself staring directly at Eirik. Garrett almost physically jumped, recovering momentarily. <span style='color:purple'>"Spot any mistakes?"</span>
