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But, boy, could he play guitar
Jan. 6th, 2021 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guitar_voodooIt had been a pretty wild few days since Mick had entered into the Nexus along with Ziggy. This was after he had caught up with his band mate on the tour train. Then, they had talked about this new Nexus world, which blew Mick's mind. Since then his alien band mate introduced him to his family and a few of his friends along the way. Now, the blond guitarist was sat out in the late evening on a bench in the Plaza one leg crossed over the other as he just strummed his guitar, which was his baby. His Gibson Les Paul custom made guitar which he had permanently strapped to his often open-shirted chest.
If anyone would find the man he would be dressed in his usual glam rock attire of the early Seventies. Open silk shirt, glittered knee-length pants and sparkly tights with five inch heeled black loafers, decorated with silver bats on the top. He looked every much the glam rock star of the era. A soft spoken Brit who preferred music, cigarettes and booze as well as the odd rock star drug or two. The man out of time. Mick's platinum blond hair catching the early moonrise as he sang a familiar and rather sentimental song close to his heart;
"Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders from Mars"
He didn't know if anyone would be around the Plaza this late in the evening but none the less just wanted to sit and play guitar. As for meeting new residents? That was still on the cards and from what Ziggy had told him, there were quite a few alien and strange creatures to meet still. This world was already blowing the man's mind, yet he was open to ideas, even if he was a down-to-earth sort of guy. Ziggy's rock when the shit got real back in rock and roll land. Pesky interviewers and groupies? Yeah, they were the bane of the rock star world. So many questions about his new world swirled about in Mick's head now, as his eyes glanced around the Plaza.
"So, what do you folks do for fun around here?"
[ooc: references to the track "Ziggy Stardust" is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qrOvBuWJ-c]
If anyone would find the man he would be dressed in his usual glam rock attire of the early Seventies. Open silk shirt, glittered knee-length pants and sparkly tights with five inch heeled black loafers, decorated with silver bats on the top. He looked every much the glam rock star of the era. A soft spoken Brit who preferred music, cigarettes and booze as well as the odd rock star drug or two. The man out of time. Mick's platinum blond hair catching the early moonrise as he sang a familiar and rather sentimental song close to his heart;
"Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders from Mars"
He didn't know if anyone would be around the Plaza this late in the evening but none the less just wanted to sit and play guitar. As for meeting new residents? That was still on the cards and from what Ziggy had told him, there were quite a few alien and strange creatures to meet still. This world was already blowing the man's mind, yet he was open to ideas, even if he was a down-to-earth sort of guy. Ziggy's rock when the shit got real back in rock and roll land. Pesky interviewers and groupies? Yeah, they were the bane of the rock star world. So many questions about his new world swirled about in Mick's head now, as his eyes glanced around the Plaza.
"So, what do you folks do for fun around here?"
[ooc: references to the track "Ziggy Stardust" is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qrOvBuWJ-c]
