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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[HELLO PLANE! There's some rather pretty music floating around on the plane. It's slightly bluesy, slow-paced and melodic, and it's coming from an acoustic guitar currently cradled in the lap of one (1) Dorothy Gale, lounging in a lawn chair. There's a half-drunk bottle of beer sitting on the floor by the chair's leg, but she doesn't seem at all drunk, just relaxed, sitting back comfortably with one ankle resting on her other blue jean-clad knee.

Apparently she's in a pretty good mood, which is a change from the other day. Why don't you come bug her about it, huh?? HUH???]

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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Really? Someone else requested?

[listens quietly, humming along a bit off-key and under her breath, tapping her fingers in time to the song on her jaw]

You're quite good, you know.

[you meta whore :D]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[she smiles bashfully]

Aw, no, I'm not that good. I've just been doing it so long, is all. After awhile the notes just come outta your fingers without you even havin' to think about it. But thank you very much, all the same!

[strumming away absently, la la]

Yeah. Though it's not 'zactly surprising. They're the Beatles, after all. Though I didn't know aliens were fans of theirs too! Learn somethin' new every day.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome, my dear.

[though this next bit has her eye twitching a mite]

Really now? Aliens do have a habit of surprising us, don't they?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Well, everybody'll surprise you, if you give 'em the chance. Don't see why aliens should be any different.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose they shouldn't. You're quite right, of course.