tenth flight - video;

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[Everyone knows Conner Kent, the young piano player from the city. He came up a few years ago to live with his aunt and uncle, Jonathan and Martha Kent. He quickly got a job playing piano at the saloon, and he's one of their star attractions. He's playing a lovely piece right now, lively enough to dance, but not too obtrusive. When he's done, he grins into the communicator.]

I'll be taking requests for a little while if anyone wants to come on down to the saloon. We've got good drinks, too.


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Comments

It's Tim Grayson!

[peektuttut]

Something good for dancing. Something catchy. [something he can hum at Steph later.]

That is definitely and totally what I said. >_> Either that or Drake is Conner's nickname for him.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

I can do catchy!

[He starts playing out a catchy tune!]

LOL a middle name or something, maybe.

[peektuttut]

[That gets a fast grin, and he nods along.] Don't know what we did before you came down our way, Conner.

Or Conner just thinks Tim looks like a duck. :|

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Listened to terrible music, probably.

gdi :|

[peektuttut]

How did we stand it.