He’d like to possibly cover Closer to the Heart by Rush in the future
His favorite concert of Rush’s he’s seen (out of 11) is the R30 tour in 2004
His favorite thing he’s seen them play live is Xanadu
He doesn’t plan on trying to start playing an instrument (aside from the bass which he has said he’s mediocre at) because the band he’s got now has such awesome musicians that he wants to focus on being the best vocalist he can be
His favorite Skyhill song is Run with the Hunted, and his least favorite is Only One
His favorite Rush song to play on the bass is Fountain of Lameneth (but it’s hard)
It’s pretty likely that there will eventually be a new Skyhill song or album
He first saw Rush in 1994 in NJ at the Brendan Byrne Arena. He’s seen them on every tour since.
He’s hoping that next year they’ll be able to tour in the UK, and he’d like to be able to tour in Australia too at some point
What influenced him most from Rush is their chord choices, their worth ethic, and their integrity.
If he could perform vocals on one song with Rush, it would probably be Time Stand Still
His best Rush-related experience was zoning out by himself as a kid and letting their music take his imagination places
His favorite Rush albums are A Farewell to Kings, Hemispheres, Caress of Steel, and 2112. His least favorite (though he still loves them!) are Hold your Fire, Counterparts, and Snakes and Arrows
The most direct way that Rush has affected him is that they helped inspire him to commit his life to music.
His top 3 songs are Xanadu, Hemispheres, and Fountain of Lameneth
He started listening to Rush at 13 and he became obsessed with them. He sang their music to himself all day during school.
When asked how many Rush shirts he has, his answer was “Too many!!”
A Farewell to Kings is his alltime favorite Rush album
What initially caused him to enjoy Rush was that it was an awesome sound that he’d never really heard before and lyrics that appealed to his nerdy Lord of the Rings loving self.
His favorite >10 minute Rush track is (possibly) Circumstances
I’m more Jewish by culture than by religion. I certainly believe that there’s a lot to life and the universe that we don’t understand, and I respect anyone who finds their answers in religion, but it’s never been a big part of my life personally.”
His favorite Rush show to watch is one from Rio
The song he’s most proud of is 6969 because it’s a comedy prog song, which is something he’s always wanted to do.
His favorite part of 2112 is the overture
Hemispheres will always remind him of his freshman year of high school. He listened to it constantly.
Both him and Arin write the lyrics to Starbomb songs
He feels an immediate kinship with other Rush fans. “We’re like a world-wide secret club!”
The rush album he feels is most underrated is Presto
The first Rush song he listened to was Roll the Bones
He would be interested in giving talks about music/comedy/career stuff at colleges or high schools if there was an audience for it.
He got into Rush at age 12 because the guy that worked at his local comic book shop (named Keith) introduced him to them. “God bless that man.” Before he discovered them he listened to a lot of Def Leppard and Nirvana
if you were to start your career again today, where would you start? Youtube / twitch / podcasts?
I don’t think I’d do anything differently because even the years of “failure” taught me a lot and allowed me time to improve. Once that spotlight is on you, you’d better be ready for it. I’d say start in the medium that inspires you individually the most and work as hard as you can on it from there.
how do you think the future of NSP has changed now that you guys have topped the motherfucking charts with Under the Covers?? You guys fucking rule and I’m so happy for you and your multitudes of success! A:
Thank you! We were psyched that our recent albums have charted so well, but I don’t think we’ll do anything differently. We’ll just keep doing what feels right to the best of our ability!
6969 came together quickly when writing it. The video only took so long because it was such a huge jump in ambition and it has a learning curve. “If we do something like that again, things should go a lot more smoothly!”
The Pass has helped him through some tough times.
(I believe) that the lyrics he’d get as a tattoo are “
All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers learn to look at the cars!”
Q: What would you say is the best dish at Olive Garden? A: The dish where you get up, walk across the street, and eat at Outback Steakhouse
He meditates in silence before a show because he’d get overhyped if he listened to music.
Doesn’t have a favorite member of Rush, “it’s an equilateral triangle”
Says Moving Pictures is usually a safe bet to start off with introducing someone to Rush
He picked Madrigal and Subdivisions for the first UTC because he loves them and they’re easy to sing. “I don’t know if I could hit some of those crazy high notes Geddy rocked in the 70s”
He thinks Witch Hunt would be a very good song to cover.
Such a great song and so relevant right now! “Quick to judge, quick to anger, slow to understand”
His favorite song to try and fail at on bass is YYZ
I don’t think there’s any conscious decision to have Rush influence my music, but I’ve spent so many thousands of hours listening to them, it’s inevitable that it just comes out naturally”
His favorite album to work on in his career is what he’s doing now (UTC2 and Cool Patrol) because “we’ve grown so much and finally have a full band!”
He doesn’t mind when fans are super nervous to meet him. He was nervous when he met Rush, too, “so it’s just the circle of life!”
He chose bass because it was different and fun to find submelodies.
Hey Dan! I’m looking forward to Under the Covers 2. I started writing comedy music and NSP is one of my main inspirations. What do you wish you knew about writing comedy music earlier on in your career?
Nothing in particular really. You learn and you go and there’s no substitute for just doing something over a long period of time. Of course there are things I would change about our early work, but it was the best we could do at the time so I have to be cool with it.
“I listened to so much of them [Rush] growing up that it’s in my blood and unconsciously shapes the way I approach music”
His second favorite album flops between Hemispheres, Caress of Steel, and 2112 on any given day
His favorite story/message told in a Rush song→ Story is Fountain of Lameneth because it’s a beautiful summary of life. Message is Spirit of Radio where they talk about the importance of integrity in art.
His biggest influences are Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Genesis, Nirvana, Spacehog, and Gentle Giant (to name a few)
He does his best on his Rickenbacker bass but it’s just for fun. “My band already has a bass player that’s better than I’ll ever be!”
“Thanks everyone! I have to go see my family now otherwise I’d stay longer. Sorry I couldn’t get to everyone’s questions but I had a lot of fun. I’d be happy to do this again in the future! You being fans of mine means the world to me and I promise to keep making comedy and music for a long time! Thanks to you, the moderators who set this up, and of course Rush for being an awesome and inspirational force!”
hi everyone! i’m Arianna, i’m from italy and, honestly, this penship-thing is very exciting ahahaha
first thing to know about me: i’m a nerd, like seriously, i watch a lot
of tv shows (my fav are sherlock, doctor who, game of thrones, himym,
merlin, glee) and i’m also a huge star wars, harry potter and lord of
the rings fan. so if you watch any of these shows or films i’ll be happy
to talk with you about it ;)
i love music, i’m not into a specific kind, i listent to everything which i can dance to and has a good lyrics!
i play the piano and i love to sing, even tho i’m not sure i’m very good at it ahahaha
i’ve seen a lot of places as i love to travel and discover new cultures and meet new people ;)
Preferences: i’m simly looking for someone to talk to, i
do not have specific preferences but it would be nice to talk with
people who i have common things with
Remember when you found me drowning
You pulled me from the deepest end
I promised that I’ll never leave you
Now I’m drowning again
It’s killing me with every breath
Witnessing the life I lived
Only you know who I am
I’m reaching out my hand
I wanna feel it,
When I mean it,
When I say it,
Can you hear me at all?
And I feel so far away, far away from everything
Outside wondering when I got lost
I threw my arms up in the air, why do I disappear?
How can your love be so close,
When I’m so far away?
And I don’t wanna waste time
Living a half-life
Are you listening?
Now give it back to me!
I remember everything
The way it used to be.
Yeah give it back to me
Yeah give it back to me
I hear your voice
But inside I’m lost.
And I feel so far away, far away from everything
Outside wondering when I got lost
I threw my arms up in the air, why do I disappear
How can your love be so close,
When I’m so far away?
my FAVORITE part of led zeppelins classic song ‘ramble on’ is that the lyrics mention that at one point lord of the rings + hobbit character gollum CANONICALLY stole vocalist robert plant’s gf. why did he do that
Wrong Number// Imagine Idubbbz// Imagine Ian Carter
The long candle lighter rests against the wick, and you click the trigger, your finger a bit sore from lighting all of the candles along your nightstands and dresser. you reach for your long cardboard box, and pull out a powder covered deep red incense stick, pressing the wooden end into the incense holder tray. you light that as well, and the sweet smell of cherries lightly trails with the smoke. These are the nights you love, peaceful ones where you just grab a book, cuddle up under your blankets and read until you fall asleep.It’s kind of strange when you read too much, you have the dark words burned into your eyes, and can see them against the walls.just as you’re about to take a break, your phone rings beside you. It’s an unfamiliar number, but you decide to answer anyway, could be someone from work.
“hello” you say casually, attempting to read at the same time. theres alot of background noise on the other end, static yelling, and laughing.
“where are you cunt, we’ve been waiting half an hour for your faggot ass” a voice you dont recognise, you stammer a bit.
“uh… i think you’ve got the wrong number” you say, hearing another voice in the background.
“gimme the phone you stupid fucker thats not the number” it says, you panic and hang up the phone, nearly throwing it away from you, picking your book back up, theres no point in worrying over that. Wrong number calls and texts happen all of the time. the sentence you left off on in your book is still pretty fresh in your mind, so you scan the page for that. another noise pulls your focus away, the sound that signals a text message, you sigh and grab your phone. Same unfamiliar number.
“hey, im sorry about the phone call, and calling you a cunt and faggot.” it reads, if you dont text back, theyll probably think you’re some uppity bitch. why do you care what they think though…?
“It’s alright, wrong number calls happen all of the time” you write, you care because you’re a nice person.
“must have really caught you off guard, that’s actually a term of endearment between my friends and, i believe it or not” by the sound of the voice, you feel safe to assume that it’s a guy.
“guys are like that, us girls just call each other wonderful names when we dont mean it” you write, it’s honest.
“ah, so you’re a girl, and one of those types” he says, one of those types? Admittingly, you did make it seem like every girl does that.
“not entirely, i mean i guess i say alot of things i dont mean. Like ‘sure strange person, its fine that you called me a cunt and a faggot” you hit send, wondering if maybe that sounded bitchy.
“hahaha, I’m not that strange, honestly” he says
“you call your friends a cunt, lovingly, that’s pretty strange” you reply.
“maybe, but it’s just a guy thing according to you” he writes.
“yea it was pretty stupid to bundle those stereotypes up, and connect them with entire genders, my bad.” you write. This is a stranger, it could be some total weirdo, and here you are having a conversation with him. What if he’s a murderer?
“you’re really a girl?” he asks, you huff a laugh.
“do i sound like a man over the phone?” you ask.
“right, no you dont, you did have a very feminine voice. Anybody could fake a voice though” he says, he isnt wrong.
“you caught me, i get off on answering random phone calls with a woman’s voice and luring unsuspecting men into my creepy man dungeon so we can call each other cunt, and play videogames, and watch football and such” more stereotypes, for sarcasm’s sake of course. you cant help but to feel clever and a bit proud of yourself.
“ah, i knew it, dungeon huh? that sounds creepy as fuck” he writes, man cave, you meant man cave.
“alot more stalkerish than i was going for, i meant mancave, sorry havent been a man for long” you hit reply.
“i look like an idiot, i just got the strangest look for the bartender” he writes.
“??” is all you reply.
“im laughing and smiling at my phone like a fucking faggot, in the middle of a club i honestly dont want to be in.” you feel a smile curve over your lips, and blush, even though no one can see you.
“club’s arent my scene either” you write, trying to play it cool.
“i dont even really like drinking, my friends are wrecked” he says, you laugh aloud.
“you’re the babysitter then?” you ask
“always” he replies.
“no fun” you say simply.
“nope, i have to drive now” he says.
“alright, have a good night” you say, thats the end of that. The exhaustion hits you all at once, making you look up at the clock, it reads 3:40 am. Staying up this late has always seemed juvenile to you, but you actually had a fun conversation. The pillow calls your name, and you cant resist the beckoning. Your dreams are always strange, you could be walking on alligators made of marbles, and it would be completely normal. Flying was always fun as well… consciousness sets in lightly, and you sigh, yawning deeply, opening your eyes. Candles all gone out on their own, incense burned out. The smell lingers though, thats one of the things you like about them. you reach for your phone, as you usually do when you just wake up. After unlocking it, your phone is still on the text screen.
“Good morning” it reads, a new one, from him. A smile again, and your cheeks warm. You remind yourself that you dont even know this guy, and text back.
“hey, morning” you say, yawning and pulling the blankets up tighter around you.
“Afternoon now, technically, how’d you sleep?” why are you smitten by this? simple questions? It just seems so cute, and nice. flirtatious? you dont know about that yet.
“pretty well, had a strange dream that the ground was made of aligators, but the aligators were made of marbles.To me in dreamland that was completely normal” you write.
“lol, thats wild. I lost my keys last night” he says.
“oh no, how did you manage that?” you write.
“my phone case is ice cream, and it catches my pants pocket, must have ripped it last night” he says. Another smile, he’s making you smile far too much.
“ice cream? i wanna see” you say.
“haha, really?” he says.
“yea, mine’s a panda”
“ill show you mine if you show me yours” he writes. a rush shoots through your chest, and you know your blushing now.
“lol” is all you write.
“i meant that in the most innocent way possible” he says.
“im sure, let’s see it” you say. theres an image attached to the next picture. upon opening it your immediately attracted to the ice cream phone case, but you see long fingers across it, and you look down to the strong arm attached to it. a long sleeved grey thermal covered arm, and a slim waist. As far as you can see, hes got an attractive body. you get up and walk into the bathroom, switching the camera on and snapping a quick picture. The only part of yourself shown in the picture is your hip, and your pajama shorts. blue ones with yellow frilly fabric at the bottom. Theres just barely a view of your side and up to your arm, your black tank top leaves little to the imagination. You feel safe enough to hit send and walk back to the bed, getting under the blankets.
“cute shorts lol :)” he writes, you roll your eyes, but your still smiling, he seems so nice.
“thanks lol, the point was to show off my phone case not my pajamas” you write.
“cute phone case too, but mines better” he writes.
“at least mine doesnt rip things and make me lose my keys” you say
“found them so ha” he replies. you huff a laugh.
“well good,your friends might need a dd later” you say.
“it’s monday, who goes to a club on a monday? do you have school, or work or anything?” he asks.
“monday is my day off, i planned on doing some grocery shopping later though” you respond, thinking of grocery shopping makes your stomach growl.
“i need to go to wall mart as well, maybe ill see you there” he we says. you get a little strike of fear, how could he know where you are.
“how do you know we’ll be at the same wall mart?” you ask.
“area code? theres only one on the north side of town” he says, you get an uneasy feeling, and it takes you a bit to respond.
“oh yea” is all you write.
“i sounded a little stalkerish didnt i? sorry, you’re fun to talk to is all, i didnt mean to scare you. I just mean we could be there at the same time, not im purposely going to spend all day at wall mart to meet you. not that i wouldnt want to meet you, wow I’m just digging a bigger hole arent i?” he asks.
“no its fine lol youre fine, it just took me off guard,i dont even know who you are, i dont even know your name” you write.
“It’s Ian, I’m Ian” he writes, you tell him your name as you walk to the kitchen to get something to eat. Apple sounds good, it’s all you have really.
“great, now we have names, youre becoming more and more human by the second” he says, you kind of understand what he means.
“yea, talking over text kind of gives off a inhuman, mechanical feel. meeting might be cool, after im sure youre not a murderer or something lol” you joke, biting into the apple, and walking towards your closet.
“well i mean, you could never know that, if Im any good ive been hiding it successfully for years.” you laugh while you pull a long sleeved shirt over yourself, and wiggle into some jeans.
“not helping” you write.
“lol, im kidding of course, but its true” he says.
“gotta drive” you say grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on.
“talk soon” he writes. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you pull into the wall mart parking lot.
“would you ever buy a roomba that plays music?” he asks. the question is strange, so out of context.
“uhm… maybe. Actually yea, i like to listen to music while i clean” you answer.
“thanks. what kind of music do you like?” he asks.
“wait lol why did you ask me that? i like nirvana, and iron maiden, the lyrics kind of remind me of lord of the rings. Very quest like lol but the instrumentals kick ass so dont judge, offspring and coldplay, i like alot.” you say
“a kickstarter i came across, and wow thats awesome, great bands. coldplay? what are you fucken gay” he says, making you laugh, a gust of wind hits you as you open the car door.
“i said dont judge, i gotta get this shopping done, ill text you when im done with it all. I hate grocery shopping”
“sure thing, talk soon” he says.
Grocery shopping isnt fun for you, having to maneuver around people, being around people in general pretty much sucks. You’re relieved when its finished, and you go home, unloading everything and take it up to your apartment. Honestly, you like shelving everything, organising it, and putting it on the fridge strategically. Like tetris, everything fits if you try. It’s nearly dark by the time you text Ian back.
“all done” you write. he doesnt reply for a while, so you make yourself some dinner and watch some t.v.
“sorry, i was a bit busy. How was shopping?” he asks.
“it was fine, i just dont like people” you say, turning the volume of the t.v. down a bit.
“lol introvert?” he asks.
“i bit maybe, not full on though” you tell him.
“thats good, socializing is good for you.”
“why thanks doc” you say teasing him.
“lol, what are your plans for the night?” he asks. you snap a quick picture of your t.v..
“maybe have some ice cream later, but youre looking at it.” you say.
“is that a cartoon?” he asks, you smile.
“yep, christmas cartoons are the best” you say.
“hahaha, very cute” he says, making you blush.
“lol,thanks” is all you write. you continue texting him, and attempt to flirt back a bit, but its getting late.
“ive got work tomorrow, so i gotta go to bed now” you say.
“alright, that’s fine, you can make fun of me more tomorrow” he says.
“not you, just your band preferences ;)” you say, plugging your phone in.
“ lol fair enough, as if yours arent as weird as mine. anyways,goodnight, sleep well” he writes.
The morning air is colder than usual, puts you in quite a good mood. You slept in too much, and now youre late, no time to text Ian.You slip on a black long sleeved shirt, and your work polo over that, along with some black slacks. you walk in and see your boss standing behind the counter.
“im sorry foley, i woke up a bit late, thanks for covering” you say, he smiles a bit.
“you woke up late? must have had a fun night” he says. foley is a great guy, never too harsh, but you dont push your boundaries either. hes a chunky guy with long shoulder length blonde hair.
“oh yea, my ice cream and i had a party of two” you say. foley laughs and walks into the isles of books. you help a customer who’s looking for a text book. by the time lunch rolls around you realise you didnt bring anything. the smells from the food court linger in the store anyways, always taunting you. you grab a quick slice from the pizza bro’s across the way and eat hurriedly before your shift starts up again. There isnt many people in around lunchtime, so you check your phone.
“good morning! how’d you sleep?” Ian’s constant good morning texts are actually quite comforting.
“sorry i woke up late, had to get on the road, i slept fine, im at work now so im not going to be so consistant with texting you” you say.
“thats fine, where do you work?” he asks.
“stalkerrrr” you write teasing him.
“right right, sorry lol” he says.
“Barnes and Noble” you answer.
“no way im in one right now” he says. your heart skips a beat, and fear strikes through you. you look up, theres only three people in the store, a family in the children’s section, a tall guy over in the autobiographies, and a woman in mysteries.
“im kidding” he says. you feel relieved, but now you’re going to wonder if every man is him.
“thats not funny jackass i nearly had a heart attack” you say back.
“why lol i thought you wanted to meet eventually” he says.
“well yea, but idk if youre a murderer or not” you say
“im not” he writes, simply.
“okay maybe not a murderer but you could totally do meth and like steal peoples puppies” you say
“hahahaha no, i dont do that either, im a normal guy” he says.
“what do you do? for work i mean” you ask, the tall guy approaches the counter.you shove your phone in your pocket and smile.
“will this be all?” you ask. the man nods.
“yep that’ll do it” he says. This guy is actually pretty cute, hes got wavy-ish light brown hair, tan skin, and very defined facial features. a strong jawline, and a bit of stubble. broad shoulders and a slim waist as far as you can tell. you’ve learned how to hide the fact your looking at people while on the job. you scan his credit card and hand him the bagged book.
“have a great day” he says before you can say it, you smile.
“thanks, you too” you say, with an honest smile. he turns, but you see him look back at you. you blush and look down at your phone, no reply yet. you take a drink of water.
“i do videos, on youtube. nothing special” he answers.
“really? what kind?” you ask.
“cancerous kinds, its lame dont look me up” he says.
“alright i wont lol” you promise.
“good, i wanna be the first time i meet you, the first time you judge me, not by the shit i say on youtube” he says, it sounds so genuine, and really attractive.
“alright i promise i wont, i gotta get back to work, text you later” you say
“talk soon :)” he says. you smile, and shove your phone away.
works finally over, and you smell rain in the air. you soak in it while you walk to your car, setting inside for a bit.
“Off work, heading home” you text Ian, no reply, you like it when he replies right away, but he has a life too. You get home, and take a quick shower, ducking into your bed to keep warm.
“hey, how was work?” he asks.
“work was fine, how was your day?” you ask
“I had a great day actually” he answers.
“awesome, its gonna rain” you say
“yea, its gonna be awful” he says
“rain is great! i love the cold, long sleeves all the time, hoodies and warm blankets. might call off work lol” you say
“hahaha youre so strange” he says
“how so?” you ask, a little offended.
“you hate people, and hot weather, you love depressing weather, and depressing books.Not a bad strange, enticing to say the least.” he says enticing? your cheeks warm.
“everybody has preferences” you say
“yea, very true. i didnt mean it in a bad way, i really like all that about you” he says, you blush, still not able to stop that.
“you’re making me blush, which is stupid cause it’s not like youre here” you say
“you’d be blushing more if i was there?” he asks.
“probably” you answer.
“thats adorable lol” he says.
“okay enough cutesy shit” you say
“why hahaha” he asks.
“because ive never met you, and i wanna meet you, but if i start to like you im gonna be even more afraid to actually meet you” you answer.
“alright no more cutesy shit”” he agrees
“thankyou” you say
“you’re very welcome ma’am” he says
“you dont have to be that official” you say
“okay, cutesy shit or no cutesy shit theres no in between here” he says
“lol find an in between” you say
“ill try” he says
“It’s not like i dont like it, it’s just what if when we meet what if we dont like eachother then?” you say, you really mean what if you dont like me. and i already like you because you simply complimented me.
“I’m sure that’s not the case” he says.
“well you dont know for sure, what if you dont like my hair, or my clothes or something idk, what if i dont like your hair or clothes, what if theres something that just sets us off and we dont like each other” you say
“you’re overthinking it, i like you just fine over text, meeting you in person isnt going to be a big deal trust me, we will have plenty to talk about” he says. you sigh, what if you dont though.
“alright, i’m beat i should get to bed, goodnight Ian” you say
“goodnight, sleep well okay?” he says, you smile
“yea ill try” you say.
the patter of rain wakes you up, and you breathe it in deep, you smile and grab your phone calling off work. you sit up, and go to your closet, pulling out a grey long sleeved shirt, your deep green jacket, and a scarf, along with your favorite light jeans, and some ankle boots. you grab your keys and get into your car, stopped at a stoplight you grab your phone.
“do you want to grab a coffee? Ill be at that place on b and 9th if you do” you write, staring at the phone.
“on my way” he writes. you feel your heart start to beat quickly, and you grip the steering wheel tightly, smiling, but feeling scared shitless at the same time.
you sit inside the coffee shop, it isnt very busy but you couldnt possibly focus on anyone else if you wanted to. Turning the pages of the book youre reading seems pointless, since you cant concentrate on that either, you feel like youre going to puke your heart up, and it doesnt help that youre sure youre beet red. you glnace up again, and see that same guy from Barnes and Nobles walk in, you think it’s strange, but you dont pay much attention to it. you look down at your book, scanning the pages, and taking another sip of the chocolatey drink. you look out the window and up at the dark clouds.
“Thats a pretty depressing book” you hear to your right, you look over and the guy from Barnes and Nobles is sitting at the table beside you.
“oh, yea i guess, it’s good though” you say flipping it over to look at the title “its about…” your voice trails and you look back up, blushing a bit.
“Ian?” you ask, he half smiles.
“hey” he says simply, his smile turning more mischievous, you feel a full on blush cover your face, and you just blink.
“but… you really were in the store” you say realizing it.
“I figured i should say i was joking so you could avoid a heart attack” he says shrugging, getting up and sliding into the seat in front of you.
“youre such an ass!” you say hitting his arm with the book.
“and youre abusive!” he says, lifting his coffee away, you cant help but to smile..
“well thats not fair” you say pulling at your sleeves. he huffs a laugh, satisfied with himself.
“isnt it better though, you’ve basically already met me” he says, you shake your head in disbelief, and narrow your eyes.
“how did you even know it was me?” you ask Ian takes a drink of his coffee before answering.
“your name-tag, and i got a text right when you shoved your phone in your pocket, and you do blush alot” he says with a shy smile himself. you blush and he laughs a bit. you roll your eyes.
“you cheated” you say
“i didnt plan it, i was getting that book you said i should read” he says, showing you he brought it. A James Patterson.
“ahh…. i dont even know if youre going to like it, its a chick book” you say he shrugs.
“you said i should read it” he says again, you blush.
“no cutesy shit remember” you say, hiding your blush by taking a drink of your mocha.
“right but that was because you were afraid to meet me, no holds bars now” he says with a smile.you huff a laugh. You cant even look him in the eye for too long, hes very attractive.you look outside.
“you wanna go for a walk or something?” he asks, you look back at him, as he pushes his glasses up with the back of his hand.
“sure” you say with a smile. he stands and waits for you before walking away.the cold air hits you, and you feel a bit better, rain is battering against the sidewalks.
“dont usually get much rain here” he says.
“yea i know, i hate it, i wanna move to oregon or something one day” you say
“just for the rain?” he asks, you chuckle.
“and the medical marijuana amiright” you joke, he laughs.
“im kidding, i dont even smoke” you blush, you were just trying to be funny.
“seems to be kind of rare right? people that dont smoke weed” he says, you nod.
“yea, it does” you agree. you walk along the sidewalk until you get to a small park, you both kind of gravitate towards it and find a picnic bench under a tree, you sit down and he sits across from you.
so?” Ian asks, you look up at him.
“so what?” you ask, confused.
“my hair? my clothes? you hate it?” he says teasingly. you laugh
“no i dont hate it” you say, he smiles and you’re afraid to ask if theres anything wrong with what you look like.
“i honestly didnt expect you to be this cute” he says, he’s kind of shy as well, you blush.
“what did you expect?” you ask.
“well i didnt knwo what to expect really, but it’s crazy that it turned out so well yaknow. i think we get along pretty well…and youre really cute” he says
“yea, too good to be true, maybe i find out that your vidoes are just hardcore gay porn or something and i get an easy out” you say he laughs and tilts his head.
“okay, some of it is pretty gay” he says, you smile, and drink the last bit of your mocha,
“so the rain put you in somewhat of a courageous mood?’ he asks, you shrug.
“yea, i guess, i really like this weather. It reminds me of when i was a kid, i used to live in northern cali, i came out here for college and kind of never went home” you say, he nods, listening.
“i got a scholarship, my hometown is so small that everybody heard about it, and they all thought i was genius. It was so over the top, i was glad to get out of there” you say, Ian laughs.
“how did you wind up at Barnes and Noble?” he asks, you lift up your book.
“i like books” you say gaining a laugh, you smile.
“ I’d like to be a Librarian actually” you say he seems interested.
“thats a strange profession to dream about” he says you shrug.
“being surrounded by books all day would be great, theyre so little but theyre all entire stories, i dont think i could stop reading them to actually work though” you admit.
“Preferences right” he says, you nod with a smile.
“tell me more about what you do” you say he takes a deep breath, and smiles.
“like i said its cancerous, do you watch youtube alot? he asks, you dhake your head and he looks relieved.
“i make videos, i review kickstarters and basically give them terrible reviews. I order those boxes, or get fan mail and shit, and i unbox it, my room is still a mess from the last one” he says
“thats what you were doing when you were working?” you ask, he nods and runs a hand thorugh his hair nervously.
“yea, it can get pretty crazy, they send me some disgusting shit, I’m pretty offensive too, theres pretty much no boundaries” he says. you smile, wondering if what he does is funny.
“sounds fun, fan mail sounds great” you say, he must have alot of followers to get fan mail.
“they send me literal trash” he says with a straight face, you smile and cant help but tpo laugh.
“thats disgusting” you say he nods.
“theres been worse, but its whatever, im good at it so its what i do” he says. looking at your book.
“thats what you should do, read books and review them, or be a editor or something” he says, you nod.
“ive thought about it, but i think it would take the fun out of reading, and i dont have a very popular opinion, like you say im strange” you tell him he nods.
“exactly, a fresh view” he says, yuo smile.
“you could be right, i dont know” you say he smiles.
“do you ever think about doing anything else?” you ask, he shrugs.
“ive done a couple things, but this is the only constant” he says.
“well it seems like youre pretty popular” you say he rolls his eyes.
“im a real celebrity” he says sarcastically. you laugh and he smiles watching you, you blush a bit “you wanna get something to eat?” he asks. you nod, and you get up off the table and run through the rain back to the vcovered sidewalk, walking by all the shops.
“im glad you had a spurt of courage” he says, you look up at him, and he smiles down at you, you blush a bit and look down at the sidewalk, a smile curving at your lips a bit. you watch the rain fall, and soak in the cold while you can. Ian slowly reaches for your hand, and you dont protest as he holds it lightly.