Corner Guitarist (Quinny)

Strum... Strum... The DJ sat on a bench at the corner of a busy interstate, a guitar in hand and a baseball cap on the ground with a few dollars in it. She hadn't even started playing for tips but some guy with an old hat shrugged and tossed it down along with some money. The DJ didn't mind... I mean, free money and stuff! A fan even found her and gushed praise all over her. Kinda weirs sense she was being all humble and stuff.


Though, it was obvious she seemed troubled... Her eyes weren't as bright as they normally where and the song, while up beat, wasn't as happy as it could be. It was an odd sight to see someone so brightly dressed to seem so mellow... Though, the DJ didn't really care. Her mind was a flutter with thoughts she couldn't quite pin down.

Blood Bag had accidentally given her powers after all... It was insane feeling something living, breathing inside of you... A second consciousness that mirrored her own as it silently played her own guitar within the DJ's head. It was almost scary... Terrifying, really. But sigh... Wasn't like the DJ could do anything about it after all. I mean... What would she tell someone? Oh hey! I have a guitarist living in my head! She'd be sent to a psych ward faster than she could say oops.

Regardless, the DJ strummed on, nodding lightly to the light praise she received every now and again along with the money some would throw into the cap... Eh, wasn't bad work, but eh... Didn't make the DJ wanna jump for joy just yet... She'd get over it, just needed some time to brood... Kinda lame though.

It really was a nice day, nice enough to walk around and not get tired of soaking up the nice weather. Though of course they themself used the parasol, but it made their pants combo look a bit nicer than usual. Though getting stopped by three different men and being flirted with wasn't really something they enjoyed, especially when these guys wouldn't leave them alone and consistently asked for their number. They also assumed that Quinn was a female, which made the whole situation that more annoying. After getting past all of that, they would hear music coming from somewhere; music that was like a sirens call. After hearing it from a distance, they would move to investigate it, following the sound wherever it brought them. Soon they'd come across a strange looking girl playing the guitar, smiling a bit as they stood to the side listing. Eventually they would throw some coins into the hat, still listing to her play.

Strum... Strum... Hm? It seemed somebody actually stuck around for the whole show. That was odd... Yah, the DJ's music was nice and all but with the way she was playing it wasn't something people actually stayed to listen too... People could tell the DJ's heart wasn't in it so they just passed by or stayed for a minute or two. Eh, maybe this person was nice or something... It didn't overly matter... I mean, DJ strives off of positivity after all... Possibly?

"... Um, thanks... The DJ thanks ya." the DJ said with a light smile before slowly beginning to tune her guitar. The person could talk to her if they'd like too, the DJ was in no way ignoring them after all. The DJ just strummed her guitar to make it sound better... Talk usually made these things go by faster... Hopefully this person would pull up a conversation... Unless they where painfully shy... Yeesh, that'd be a bit lame...

They would continue to listen, feeling like they had seen this person before, they just didn't know where from. All that really crossed their mind was that they were some american star, but that wasn't for certain. Waiting for a moment to actually say something, they would continue to think on this. Finally the idea hit them, hoping it was right. "The Dj... You're that artist that's here for a record deal or something right? I've listened to your stuff once or twice." When Quinn had nothing better to do, they would listen to artists that hadn't really made it that far or were stopped short, it was nice to hear what could have been but never was. Though this artist was up and coming, which made them feel a bit better because of how the music sounded. "It's a honor. Your work is really amazing compared to most of the American artists that come out of the woodwork."

Strumy strum strum... Eh? Waz dis? The person knew who the DJ was? Eh, that's expected... Though the record deal was a bit of a shock to hear. Not many people where supposed to know about that... But it wouldn't have been hard for people around here to put two and two together... It wasn't like the DJ had stated she was going on hiatus after all. Hm, bummer... Well, as long as the American fan base stayed aloof, it didn't overly matter after all.

"Ah, the DJ still thanks ya then. Hope ya like her stuff." she said with a half hearted smile and light nod of her head, taking a glimpse of the person that stood before her. They certainly looked like a she... But maybe they weren't? Who could tell? The DJ wondered if someone could tell genders from a glance... Was that a super power? Maybe Superman had it... It'd be a kinda useless one to be in the long run though....

"Mm? Glad you like the DJ's stuff... It ain't easy catchin the ears of today's audience an all." she said with a light smirk and roll of her eyes. Here she was talking business when there was literally a famous composer and musician in her head. It was so weird...

That was strange, the Dj talked about herself in the third person, as if the Dj was a different person from the one talking to them now. Multiple personalities came up first, but it didn't seem like a case of MPD, so what was this whole reason to talking like that? "I like music by artists who aren't liked as much anyways, it makes the music feel like it's original, you know?" Smiling a bit, they'd adjust the parasol so that the sun was out of their face. "By the way, why do you refer to yourself in the third person? Sorry but I don't really have a way of subtly asking that." At least they asked, especially since Quinn themself was wondering why. They were still surprised to see a celebrity walking on the streets, even if it wasn't the most famous one they could find, they liked the Dj's music anyways.

Ah... Ouch... Was that, like, an insult? Or was that a compliment? Kinda sounded like both... At the same time... Really harsh maaan... But, thanks at the same time? Eh... The DJ simply decided not to respond to the first bit outside of a smile and light nod of her head. Weird way to greet a celeb you liked... Telling them they weren't as famous as others... Kinda made the DJ... Feel less significant than she already did at the moment... Ouchies man... She was so at half a heart...


"Mm? Ah, just the way I talk on stage... Kinda just talk like it with out much thought now a days... Makes the DJ feel like she ain't a fake on stage. She's like this all the time... So, yah... Psychology of a performer an stuff the DJ supposes..." she said with a light smirk at herself. Honestly, if she put more thought into it, she could write a book about the psychology of modern day performers... Honestly, with her educational background, she could do almost anything... She could have gone to any college too... Ah, but she ran away and became a DJ. A freakin awesome one at that! Parents be darned, she was living her life! U-Until a singing lady formed in her head... Now the DJ just didn't know what to do...

They really worded their few sentences wrong, but since the Dj hadn't said anything, it might be best to leave it alone for the time being. The explanation on the whole speaking about herself in the third person was interesting in itself, but it still left some questions that they would've asked if they did care enough to know. It was interesting, but it's not like they were going to die if they didn't know the answer. "I gotcha, that's pretty interesting though. You've pulled what you do on stage into your normal life." They'd smile, again adjusting the parasol to keep the sun away. "How does it feel to be famous anyways? Like pressuring or like totally normal? I mean, from the looks of it, it looks pretty easy." They would look around to emphasize their point before looking back at the Dj. "I didn't mean that in an insulting way, but like a 'you should be happy that the paparazzi don't follow you twenty four seven' way."

Hmmm? Strum... Strum... Ah, guess that made sense. So it wasn't an insult, just a poorly worded compliment. Well, that's nice... Someone who was a little slippery with their words... Kinda endearing and cute in a way. The DJ continues her strumming while the person continued their talking... Kinda symbiotic in a way. So it was the DJ's turn to talky talk... Okay, the DJ wasn't starting to mind to much now.

"Mm... It depends on the days... Sometimes, its like a dream. And others, its like a nightmare you can't wake up from... The DJ'd never give it up though... This is her ticket to freedom... Gotta see it through till the end." she said with a light smile, nodding her head to the person. They seemed nice enough to say the least, in a good way too. The DJ'd met a lot of people while in Azores... Some nice, some weird, some terrifying... But, ey... She was here for some reason... The DJ wondered why though.

"... So, ya know the DJ's name, but I dunno yours. Sense ya made the DJ feel like she had half a heart, can ya at least share ya name with her?" the DJ asked with a smirk. She hoped that wasn't to weirdly put... But eh. If so, person didn't have the right to complain... Heh... DJ was feelin a bit better... Felt good.

They'd continue listing to the music as the DJ strummed her guitar, feeling inclined to sit, but they preferred to stand at the moment. The mention of not stating their name left Quinn a bit flustered, shaking it off before attempting to shake hands with the other. "My apologies. Names Quinn Ayers, pleasure to meets ya." Thinking back to what the girl had said a few moments before, they would give a late laugh, trying to cover up the fact that they actually forgot to respond. "I don't think I'd like being famous one bit. I get followed around by creeps twenty-four seven; imagine the types of pervs that would follow me around if I was famous." The thought did make them a bit repulsed, especially since most of those guys would get uncomfortably close and won't move unless they get a swift hit to the head with a parasol.

Quinny was it? Strum... Strum... A nice name indeed. Hm... The DJ stopped her strumming for a moment to shake the Quinny's hand before nodding with a light smile. She returned back to her guitar playing soon after, strumming with a little more heart. It was an odd thing to hear after so long... The DJ really had been feeling down... Weird, huh?

"Ah... Pfft. Pervs'll fall for anyone these days... You should read some of the fan fiction DJ's found bout herself! Hah! Peeps these days are soooo cray!" she said with a laugh, returning to strumming. It was insane how... Almost scary some people's minds could be... Eesh, the DJ didn't want to go into the really weird stuff she found about herself.

"Just let the DJ know if ya got any pervs after ya... She'll smash a guitar over their head!" she said with another laugh, returning to her guitar playing with a chuckle. She liked this person, they where neat indeed. She was glad they stopped by to talk to her.

They could imagine finding fan fiction of themselves doing weird things with their fans, and the thought wasn’t appeasing at all. They never understood why people did that, it wasn’t ever good fan fiction to begin with; though sometimes they felt like they were living in a fan fiction or some type of story, as if someone was controlling their every move. But that of course was ridiculous, who would come up with a boring character like them in the first place? The only interesting things about them are that they are non-binary, they’re rich, and they have this weird power called persona. “I will make sure to give you a call when they start to creep; I hope you don’t have minutes to use because it happens every time I’m outside.” They’d laugh, feeling as if someone was staring at them from a distance, but of course they would brush off the feeling as if it had never been felt in the first place.

Hm? Pfft, yah... If this person was creeped on every time she went outside, she'd need a body guard or somethin! DJ had a career an all... She'd have to leave eventually all things considered... But ey! Until then, she made a promise to protect the people on these islands from bad guys. She'd do so until the end. End? Ooo... Sounded a lil scary... Kinda unknowny and stuff...

"Pfft... All DJ'd have ta do is bash them with a guitar! They'd learn not ta mess with Quinny after that!" the DJ said with a laugh. Who'd have guessed she'd be so willing to help a stranger out like this before? It was a little weird... But ey! Peeps help peeps. She'd want someone to help her with pervs if she was alone... Who wouldn't, really...

They would laugh, cracking a slight smile. Having a celebrity promise to beat up anyone who tried to flirt with them, left Quinn with a feeling they couldn’t describe, like a bit happy? Of course the Dj couldn’t actually beat up every guy and girl, but it’s the thought that counted. “You’d think having a magical creature to protect you would be enough, yet I still have no idea if I could use a person to beat up creeps.” Without even realizing what they had said, they would continue on like it hadn’t happened at all. ‘Ehehe, now you’ve done it.’ Taking Genovfa’s words into consideration, they would think about what they could have done wrong, though nothing really came to mind. “I mean I could beat them up with my parasol, but that wouldn’t hurt unless I stabbed them with the pointy end.”

Hm hm hm? Well, uh... That's weird... Magical creature now? Was that like her Persona thingy? Weird... Why'd Quinny talk bout sucha thing if she actually had one? It was weird... But eh, wha ever... Weird peeps where weird an all so, like, K.

"... Ahm... K... Youse got a person in ya head too?" the DJ asked nonchalantly. It wasn't like DJ found Quinny a real threat... Even if she had a Personingy... DJ'd just beat 'im up and call it a day... If she was friendly an all, cool! She found another one! Woo!