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January 8th, 2015

Creativity yay! =D @ 09:25 pm

Current Mood: artistic artistic

I've been feeling the creative vibe lately certainly! =D I have two things to share for those interested!

The first is something the wonderful thisisdavid (SingingDavid on Smule) invited me to, called Smule! We sang Drops of Jupiter together :)

I sang a few songs some okay... listen at your own risk! I don't think I'll make your ears bleed... I hope not anyway! ;) LOL!

http://www.smule.com/imtherealjenna

If you're up to it, come sing with me! =D



And of course, cat2000 and I have been plugging away at our story for the show Gotham! The second chapter will be posted under the cut ;)



A what if? Tale where one small instance can change the whole of the universe of Gotham. Takes place in the episode "Arkham" where Oswald goes to Jim at his home letting him know he's returned to which Jim doesn't take to kindly to. WARNING! Will contain nonconsensual spanking! Co-written with the lovely cat2000! She's running Gordon, and I'm running Oswald and peripheral characters.

Chapter Two

Subversion

The other man’s eyes were boring in to him Oswald realized, making Cobblepot clam up outside of the necessary directions on where to park when arriving at Oswald’s mother’s apartment building since Jim had already known the way. As they trudged up the stairs making it to his mother’s doorway, Oswald gave one last attempt to get Jim to leave as his mother opened the door exclaiming her surprise to see him, “Thank you for bringing me home detective, mother is surely grateful. I’m a bit disheveled as you know, so I think a bath and a change of clothes are in order.” Oswald hugged his mother who seemed to grab hold of him in a vice grip gibbering on praise to see him and asking what had happened to his face much to Oswald’s annoyance as he was hoping to quickly move past her and into the bathroom leaving Jim in his mother’s company while he took a lengthy bath that would hopefully drive the other man to become bored and finally leave if he didn’t take the hint and just leave then and there.

Jim wasn't surprised that Oswald took so long in the bath, but he didn't give up and leave. Instead, he took the opportunity to talk to the other man's mother, taking advantage of her obvious gratitude to raise the possibility of her son being in danger and offering to take Oswald to a safe house until he was certain the danger had passed.

Of course hearing news that her son was in danger had the woman clutching her chest, “Who would want to hurt my poor boy! You know they always pick on him! Such a smart boy, they were so jealous I tell you. But you, you would keep him safe?”

Oswald emerged from the bathroom hearing this and immediately became alarmed, “What? Mom, no! I’d be just as safe here, we don’t want to put the detective out like that. Tell him, you need me here don’t you?”

Oswald’s pleading eyes had her rushing to him as she was prone to do, “Oh my sweet boy! Look what they have done to you.” She crooned touching the bruise on his face. “If these bad men can do this to you, what can I do to protect you?”

Oswald had to hold his temper back now, this was not what he was hoping for, and having his mother on Gordon’s side was another obstacle, “I’ll be fine mother! Believe me, I don’t need the good detective watching over me. Besides, if I’m not here, who will watch over you?” He shot Gordon a glare to let him know he was stepping on Oswald’s toes now.

Jim just looked at Oswald calmly. "I think you'll be much safer with me." And Oswald wouldn't be able to trick him as easily... though, of course, Jim didn't say that part out loud. "I could always have police protection brought here," he mused out loud, guessing Oswald would want that even less.

Oswald’s mother cupped his face, “Oswald, you listen to me, this man has promised me that you will be able to call me when you wish to, and he can bring you to visit twice a week… I would prefer more, but I don’t want you to get hurt. This is for the best no?”

Oswald’s lip quivered in suppressed anger, he didn’t want to give away too much to his mother about what he had been doing to get him in such troubles. Jim was definitely pushing the subject and from the look on his face was growing impatient. That was fine as far as Oswald was concerned in fact, he’d make a point of pushing back. “Okay mother, if you insist,” Oswald stated curtly staring at Gordon, “I’ll stay with detective Gordon, but I haven’t seen you in so long, surely staying one night to catch up won’t be a problem will it?”

"I wouldn't advise it." Jim's voice was calm, but the look he directed at Oswald spoke volumes. "After all, you had to leave town once already because of the danger you were in." Danger that Oswald was responsible for... but Jim managed to bite his tongue and avoid actually saying that.

Hearing Jim speak of her son leaving town was enough for Oswald’s mother to interject, “The detective wants what’s best for you Oswald, go with him now, I could not bear if you left me again for so long. Don’t you worry, I will pack you a bag with all of your favorite snacks and fresh pairs of socks and underwear.”

Oswald had to slap his forehead as embarrassment crept over him and he whispered harshly, “Mother! I can pack my own bag thank you!”

Obviously used to Oswald’s fussing and having none of it, his mother waved him off, “Nonsense, you let me take care of that, you just relax.”

She wandered off into the back of the apartment muttering to herself on what not to forget to pack for him. As soon as she was out of earshot, Oswald whirled toward Jim with exasperation, “I thought we were making a good team the way we were, I know I made a mistake, but can’t you give me another chance? You’re making me feel like you don’t trust me to make this right.”

"I don't trust you," Jim replied bluntly. "I know you'll turn on me the first chance you get. At least this way, I know you're where I can keep an eye on you." After a quick glance at Oswald's face, Jim added, although reluctantly, "Besides, you'll be safe there. Whatever you've mixed yourself up in, it's gone too far once. Who's to say it won't again?"

Oswald looked momentarily wounded at Jim’s frank admission to not trusting him; he looked down distractedly to pick up a book off the coffee table muttering more to himself than to Jim through clenched teeth, “I’ve managed this far,” before regaining his composure with a deep breath. Oswald nodded looking Jim in the eye now, a controlled forced smile keeping his anger at bay, “No, no, when you’re right, you’re right! I’m sorry. What was I thinking? I’ll pack my things, and we can go without further delay.”

Oswald spun on his heel his smile dropping from his face replaced by a deep frown as he hobbled back to where his mother was still busy packing his things. Jim had to sleep at some point, and once Oswald was sure he was able, he’d sneak out. Maybe he’d retire early enough and sneak out the fire escape as he was pretty sure most of those buildings in the ritzier side of town had them. If there was no fire escape, he was pretty sure the couple would be asleep by the time he needed to go, the heist wasn’t supposed to go down until 2AM after all. For now, Oswald just had to play nice and hopefully lower suspicions that he would want to leave tonight.

Jim didn't trust Oswald's sudden agreement at all, but he kept any comments to himself as he watched the other man. It was more than likely that Oswald planned to go somewhere tonight... and Jim had no intention of just ignoring it.

Entering his room, Oswald patted his mom’s shoulders, “I can take it from here.”

Gertrude turned to hug him tightly, “Oh Oswald you worry your mother so! I knew I should have taken you to live with my sister in Kansas, maybe when the detective says everything is okay for you, we will move there.”

Oswald sighed pinching between his eyes, “No mother, we are not moving to Kansas! Everything is going to be just fine, just please stop worrying about me.”

She shook her head whimpering slightly, “You know I cannot do that, you are my only son; what would I do without you?”

Oswald frowned slumping a little as he took the bag from her. He always hated when she made him feel like this, “I got to go mom, you heard the detective,” he didn’t know whether he preferred the company of his mother or the pushy detective more as at this moment both were getting sorely on his nerves; mostly he just wanted some time alone to think.

Gertrude nodded taking a step back, “Yes, yes. You go now, and I will see you soon.”

Oswald didn’t look her in the eye as he nodded because he didn’t want to see her cry as she was inclined to do concerning him, “Of course mother. Try not to fret in the meantime please,” he stated softly as he turned to hobble quickly back into the living room walking straight out without waiting for or acknowledging Jim as he left.

Jim nodded politely to the woman and then followed Oswald out, easily catching up with the other man, though he didn't outpace him. He was silent on the walk back to the car, already figuring out how he was going to handle the rest of this evening... not to mention however long Oswald would be staying with him.

Oswald stated once Jim had caught up to him, “Mother gets emotional, so forgive me for leaving so abruptly, but I thought it would be easier on her than a long goodbye under the circumstances. I really wish you would have left our new arrangement a little more in the dark for her; you’ll worry her senseless.”

Jim glanced sideways at him. "Really? I was sure you were trying to get out of our arrangement..." he commented, not believing Oswald in the slightest.

Smirking back at Gordon as the two loaded up back into Gordon’s vehicle, Oswald remarked, “I wouldn’t dream of it detective. I am however rather disappointed in your lack of confidence in me especially after I helped you save the mayor. What more do I need to do to prove to you that I’m on your side I wonder?”

Jim didn't bother answering that, since he couldn't imagine anything that would make him trust Oswald. Instead, after making sure Oswald had got in the vehicle and wasn't about to run off, he began driving back to the apartment.

Oswald frowned as the other man plaintively ignored him moving around the car and grumpily throwing himself into the driver’s seat to make their way back up town; this was going to be a chafing endeavor he could tell. Trying to make the best of it, Oswald asked, “So, you and I will be becoming fast friends James; tell me, what brought you to the lovely streets of Gotham?” Getting to know your opponents gave you leverage, and if it was one thing Oswald did well it was gather information to use to his advantage.

Jim didn't really see them becoming friends... but he did see himself pulling Oswald out of more messes. Even so, he wasn't prepared to discuss his past right now. "That's not really relevant to our situation right now." And he wasn't prepared to give Oswald ammunition to use against him.

Getting a bit irritable from Jim’s unwillingness to play along, Oswald snapped, “What exactly is relevant to the situation here then? If we’re going to be living under the same roof, there has to be some level of civility between us, and frankly James, I don’t think you are really trying here.” Oswald had dropped the smile as it was just the two of them now, and Oswald was over keeping up appearances of compliance since it was obvious Jim had no intention of being friendly.

"What's relevant to the situation is what you're planning to do," Jim replied. "Since you came back to Gotham, a lot of what you've been doing has affected me and what I'm doing. And not in positive ways."

Oswald’s eyes scrunched in frustration, “I could stop giving you information to save lives like the mayor… if that isn’t positive enough for you. Honestly James, if I’d have known you were going to be such trouble I never would have come back to see you!” Oswald folded his arms scowling out of the passenger side window hoping that Jim would go back to giving him the silent treatment.

"If you're so determined for us to get along, you should tell me your plans so we can work together," Jim said, not really expecting any information... though he was trying to put Oswald on the defensive.

Oswald had to think of something to feed Jim to placate him while not letting on to what he was actually up to, “My plans will reveal themselves when I’m ready to act. Although I can say that you’re not making me feel very amiable to offering you any information again when I’m disposed to.”

"You're the one who needs to prove you're trustworthy... not me," Jim answered as he drove back to the apartment.

Taking in a deep breath to control the rising anger he was feeling, Oswald was glad to see they were pulling in to the parking garage, “You met me at a moment of weakness, since then, I have been doing nothing but trying to elevate myself to be an upstanding citizen of Gotham James, but time will show you that you have misjudged me of that I’m sure. Oh look, home sweet home! I wonder if the missus will be cooking meatloaf tonight as I sure am hungry,” Oswald gave Jim a cheeky smile as he shoved the door open and grabbed his bag heading for the elevator.

Jim didn't waste any time in getting out of the car, locking it and following Oswald, not prepared to let the other man out of his sight. As they stood in the elevator, he wondered if he was going to need to sleep in the same room as Oswald.

Oswald was tired of conversing with Jim deciding to save his charm for Barbara as they rode the elevator in silence once more. When the elevator stopped, Oswald followed Jim in to the apartment where Barbara seemed to be pacing about by the window straightening as they came in. She gave Jim a big smile obviously relieved to see them back, “Did everything go okay?”

She had been speaking at Jim, but Oswald commented, “James wasn’t very good company, but mother was happy to see me.”

"She's given permission for Oswald to stay here," Jim said, ignoring Oswald's comment. He turned to look at the other man. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you not to leave here without me." He was just as sure that Oswald would ignore that instruction.

Oswald frowned deeply, "What, am I under house arrest? Surely you don't expect me to just sit around here all day and night waiting to be chauffeured about do you?"

Jim looked at him. "I think we both know you're not safe if you leave on your own," he said.

Oswald felt the urge to roll his eyes instead only giving Jim a simple smile as he responded sarcastically, “I’m sure my safety is your top priority James.”

Barbara cleared her throat motioning to the kitchen, “Did you guys eat? I made a pot of spaghetti for dinner, but you were gone so long, I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten already while you were out. I made enough for everyone.”

Seeing this as an opportunity for some privacy, Oswald held up a hand, “I’m not overly hungry, so I think I’ll pass. It’s been a bit of a tiring day,” he accentuated the word tiring as he continued, “I think I’d like to just unpack my bag and get acclimated to my new room if you don’t mind.”

Barbara looked to Jim seemingly a little disappointed that the food she’d cooked for all of them would be passed by their new guest, “Sure. I’ll put some sheets on your bed and a fresh washcloth and towel for the bathroom.”

"You could always save some food... in case Oswald gets hungry later," Jim said, fully expecting to have to deal with the other man trying to sneak out later. And if that was the case, he'd make sure Oswald actually ate something.

Barbara nodded, “I’ll box him up a plate after we eat.”

She turned to walk off down the hall to set up Oswald’s room, and Oswald had already turned to follow before she’d started that way, but hearing Jim suggest that they save him a plate had him hesitate with momentary awe that the other man would actually care whether he ate or not. He wasn’t used to anyone other than his mother caring about him, and it struck him with a jab of guilt for how he’d just talked to the other man. He didn’t make a comment though lest he show any emotion when he really needed to keep himself psyched for coming up with a plan to leave unnoticed. Stealing his resolve once more, he stiffened moving swiftly after Barbara now.

Pulling the toiletry items and sheets out of the hall closet Barbara pointed down to the end of the hall, “The guest bathroom is the first door on the right, and the guest bedroom is that last door there. I’ll make up your bed, there will be a plate on the top left shelf in the fridge for you if you do decide you are hungry after all.”

Oswald smiled almost shyly at her. Why was she being so nice to him? He had to wonder what she could possibly gain by doing so. Speaking in low tones, Oswald stated, “Thanks… you know you really don’t have to do all that for me though I appreciate it.”

Smiling back warmly Barbara replied, “It’s no trouble. Besides, I think you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together, and there will be plenty of time for you to make your own bed. But for now, why don’t you try to relax and get yourself adjusted. I’m sure this has got to be a bit disheveling for you.”

“About that…” Oswald started, but when Barbara turned to listen he paused in what he was saying deciding it would probably just be best to put on a happy face and keep his feelings to himself just smiling sheepishly, “You know Barbara, you really are too kind. I am looking forward to getting to know you better in the near future.”

Barbara caught on to the fact there was something Oswald wasn’t saying but left it alone simply giving him another smile before retreating to the bedroom to continue her task.

Several minutes later, she returned to the living room where Jim stood still looking uneasy. She came to his side giving him a deep kiss to relax his nerves, “Come; sit down, and let me fix you some dinner,” she smiled at him giving his arms a gentle loving squeeze before disappearing into the kitchen to fetch the two a plate of food and set them on the table.

Jim sighed, allowing himself to relax... at least a little, even if he couldn't bring himself to relax all the way. "What has he said to you?" he asked, walking over to the table and taking a seat. "I suspect he might try to sneak out later... I'm going to have to keep a look out for him."

Barbara joined Jim at the table with two glasses of tea, “Said? Not much, but he did seem a bit lost in thought looking about the room while I put fresh sheets on the bed. Of course we did just kind of turn his world upside down. You think he’s planning on trying to sneak out? It could be why he’s holed himself away in the bedroom then I suppose. I guess that is going to be a problem if he isn’t really willing to stay; it’s going to be hard to keep him out of trouble. Maybe we should look in to settling other places than Gotham Jim? This place has seemed to give us nothing but problems since we arrived, and this Oswald guy isn’t making it any easier for you.” She leveled him with an imploring look, “Is staying in Gotham really worth all this trouble?”

Barbara shook her head, "No; if you want to stick it out, I'll be right behind you all the way." She reached across the table to squeeze his hand letting him know he had her full support.

Jim gave her a relieved smile. "I'm glad you understand." He turned his hand over to gently squeeze hers in return. "Leaving would feel wrong. I'm committed to changing Gotham for the better. No matter what it takes."

“I’ve no doubt that if anyone can fix Gotham, it will be you Jim,” her eyes shined her love as she spoke to him. Jim’s stalwart resolve to want to make Gotham a better place even though the corruption ran so deep it made it not only difficult but also dangerous was one of the qualities Jim had that Barbara admired wholeheartedly.

The two continued through a peaceful dinner where they talked about other things less serious to deflate for a time, and once finished eating, the two relaxed on the couch.

Jim enjoyed the rest of the evening with Barbara and tried to ignore his growing concerns about Oswald.

It soon became time for Barbara to retire to bed. Jim did go with her, but he knew he could sleep lightly enough that he'd know if Oswald tried to leave the apartment. Or anyone tried to enter.

Stretching out on the bed alongside Barbara, Jim closed his eyes, but didn't fall into a deep sleep. He was uneasy, both with Oswald in the apartment and with everything that was happening in Gotham.

It had been around 6PM when Oswald and Jim had arrived back at the flat, and currently it was going on 11PM. He was regretting not eating dinner as his stomach now grumbled. Oswald had been pacing about the room for a good hour waiting for Jim and Barbara to finally stop stirring. The first thought on climbing down the fire escape was a bust since it seemed this particular room did not have windows to easily climb out of especially with his bad leg. No, he was going to have to leave out the way he’d come in which made this whole endeavor a lot trickier.

Why didn’t he have a cell phone like everyone else in this day and age? Oswald had always seen them to be rather dangerous with the line of work he was in and his propensity to get himself in a position where any information obtained off of him could be potentially hazardous in the wrong hands. He fancied himself to be the sort to not need one in his dealings, but hind sight is always twenty-twenty. If he had had a cell phone, he could have likely called Maroni to at least let the man know he may be running late, reschedule the meet up, or to at least have been able to notify someone to pass along the message.

The living room had been still for thirty minutes or so Oswald noted having dropped to the ground to peer out under the door to see the lights were now off. He cracked the door listening hard, but he didn’t hear any moving about. Good. It was now or never he thought as he slid the door open and crawled in to the hallway tracing his hands along the wall as he fumbled blindly towards the front door. His heart was thudding in his throat, but he managed not to knock anything over or create a ruckus on his way to the front of the apartment, and he found himself exhaling in relief as he turned the locks, eased the door open, and slid outside of the apartment. He had done it! If there was no need to be quiet at the moment, he would have whooped for joy, but instead he settled for a confident smile as he straightened his jack and began limping towards the elevator.
 
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From:katje0711
Date:January 9th, 2015 04:55 am (UTC)
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You sound really good. However, I can barely hear him.
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 9th, 2015 05:34 am (UTC)
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Aw thanks :) Maybe we'll have to redo the song then ;)
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From:thisisdavid
Date:January 9th, 2015 07:42 am (UTC)
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Yeah, I know. I was using the mike that is attached to my ear phones, but just last night, noticed that the built in mic on the iPad is better and less sounding like I'm in the bottom of a well. LOL. I will record tonight and then rejoin Jenna. :)
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 9th, 2015 02:10 pm (UTC)
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I'll try to rerecord after the kiddos go to bed if I'm not too tired... I have to go to work tomorrow and do a term paper *groan*
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 10th, 2015 02:34 am (UTC)
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I figured it was a problem with the mike, your volume was a little low. But I still enjoyed your song - hell, I wanted to download it. Encore, encore! :D

Edited at 2015-01-10 02:41 am (UTC)
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From:thisisdavid
Date:January 9th, 2015 07:41 am (UTC)
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Ha Ha! You sing so good! Everyone will agree!
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 9th, 2015 02:12 pm (UTC)
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*hugs* I appreciate you getting me on the site as it's really been a blast!
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 10th, 2015 12:13 am (UTC)
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I loved "Drops of Jupiter" - what fun! :D
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 10th, 2015 12:40 am (UTC)
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It was a blast! ;)
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 10th, 2015 02:30 am (UTC)
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I hope you guys do some more songs and post them. I only called it up, like...ten times or so. :)

Does that site have a stat counter? Now I'm worried about being stalkerish - LOL! But your voices and the song made me feel like I was relaxing on a porch in the twilight, somewhere in Louisiana and sipping a mint julep. It was really nice.

Edited at 2015-01-10 02:55 am (UTC)
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 11th, 2015 04:42 am (UTC)
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*beams* Flattery will get you everywhere! LOL! XD

thisisdavid Has added invites for quite a few new songs, and as soon as I can get a little peace and quite to sing them, I am planning to (it can be hard with two little ones to be able to sing without a bunch of noises interrupting)

Stat counter? Not sure, I haven't explored it thoroughly enough yet (Only been playing with it this week ;) Would love if you came to sing to! =D
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 11th, 2015 11:13 am (UTC)
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Cool! Looking forward to your new stuff. :)

Would love if you came to sing to! =D

Heheh - I couldn't sing to save my life!
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:11 pm (UTC)
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It's all in good fun :)
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:13 pm (UTC)
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No, no - I'm sure I'd sound like an inebriated dolphin! :)
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:18 pm (UTC)
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You are too funny ;)
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:18 pm (UTC)
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But it's true! LOL! XD
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:22 pm (UTC)
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I doubt you'd sound that bad, but I understand if it makes you uncomfortable; I'm still a little shy about it
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:24 pm (UTC)
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I've literally never sung solo within earshot of anyone in my whole life. I'm incredibly shy about things like that.

Oh and edit - no reason for you to be shy, you have a great voice. :)

Edited at 2015-01-11 08:25 pm (UTC)
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:28 pm (UTC)
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I sing almost daily (mostly only where I can hear! LOL!)

Thank you. I think my voice is okay, but it needs a lot of work to... practice makes perfect right? ;)
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From:ashmedai
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:31 pm (UTC)
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Yes, practice makes perfect! A singing voice is like a muscle, the more you train and use it, the better it gets. :)
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From:thisisdavid
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:44 am (UTC)
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Well, I just automatically invite all followers when i start a new duet... So everyone gets invited.
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 11th, 2015 08:12 pm (UTC)
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That's a cool feature! :)
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From:thisisdavid
Date:January 12th, 2015 03:35 am (UTC)
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You haven't joined any of them. I know, my voice sucks. Sometimes it sounds good with some ranges. But a lot of times, I know, lol, it's not good. But I like to sing anyway. haha!
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 12th, 2015 03:47 am (UTC)
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No! It's not that! LOL! I've just been having a hard time getting 'quiet time' from the kids to be able to play with it. There are several songs I saw that you put up that I like and am interested in singing with you. Sorry it can take a little while for me :/ School and kids make my life a bit difficult some times :)
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From:thisisdavid
Date:January 12th, 2015 05:07 am (UTC)
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Ha Ha! Okay! Well, when they are older, they can sing with you. LOL! I've seen a few users do that. haha! Sing Boys Don't Cry with me. I think I recorded last night. :)
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From:spankingfemme
Date:January 15th, 2015 03:54 am (UTC)
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Aw That is cute! :) Sorry I haven't been able to get on this week with work and recent drama, I've had a hard time finding the time or energy (that and hubby is playing his video games with the volume high, so you'd be hearing too much background crap mixed in :/

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