"You used to be a Performer?"
"What gave it away!!"
"Top performer of the year. Getting very antsy with your hands, I see."
*Whoooo*
"I tried. The mic was very hard to grip."
"Can I hear one of your songs?"
"If you can find a player. Tapes should be in the back. I'll go plug it in while you all feel free to look around. Just try not to touch something too hard. All this predates even you sir, Mr. Heartchild."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me."
"Come on, Darius. Would love to show you around."
"COMING!!"
"Hun, look, a piano. Bet I still got it?"
"I know you do."
"Ruby, I just want to say this place looks lovely…..despite all the cobwebs and dust overloading. I imagine after a thorough cleaning we could get this back to the grand stature it once used to be."
"Darius, can I ask you a question?"
"Answer."
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Tapes are on the top shelf. You're going to have to do some Negatives.
Just wondering. Want to say thanks for being a friend for me…to me…I mean being there when I needed it through highs and lows."
"Ummm….apology accepted, but what am I apologizing for? Here are your tapes."
"Ehhh…nothing. Getting weights off my chest. Let's get back before your parents make a wreck of my place."
"Your place?"
"Me and my parents."
"Explains the performer of the year. Family business."
"And that is why we need to get back."