Time of day: Noon
Place in the time-line Sept 5



“Damnit~”

Mark cursed to himself outloud, as he began to scribble some notes on his notebook. Usually coming outside and practicing under his favorite tree always inspired the young man to write music. He loved to practice his guitar under the shadow of the large tree, and allow the wind to embrace his gentle form, but it seemed today he had to much distracting thoughts. There was no way he was going to eb able to quell his raging mind in order to come up a song, so why even try?

He questioned himself, as he slid his favorite guitar off his lap, and onto the ground beside it. Taking extra caution to lay the base of the instrument against the tree, so as to allow others to note that it was there. The last thing he wanted was for someone to accidentally step on and break his favorite instrument. It was after all a gift from his grandfather, and was indeed quite precious to the young mutant. Once he was sure that his guitar was safely in place, Mark arose from the ground. Letting out a loud yawn, he began to stretch his arms high into the air, in hopes of shaking off the stiffness that hours of practice had left his arms feeling.

IT was a lovely day for sure, the sun was shinning full force, and yet Mark couldn't find the inspiration to create another work of art. It was so infuriating for him to not be able to create something that after years of practice felt like second nature to him. “Oh well!” He told himself in a lame attempt to try to raise his spirits. Truth is Mark wasn't able to come up with any good songs lately, because his mind happen to be elsewhere at the moment. He didn't care about creating songs, not now at least, he was more worried about well a fellow student.

Josh and Mark weren't close friends at all, but still Mark felt a kinship with the young man. Perhaps it was because Mark secretly wished he could have gotten to be better friends with him, or maybe it simply was because they were both mutants. Whatever the reason, Mark felt strongly about rescuing him from his current predicament. So strongly in fact that he had even been secretly making plans on how to rescuing him. IT wasn't anything serious mind you, but he had come up with some good ideas. Ideas that required some outside help, but good ideas none the less, or at least good in his opinion anyways.


Kneeling down Mark grabbed his notebook and made his way towards the entrance of the school. Making damn sure to grab his most cherished possession before he headed there. He knew there was no need for him to continue to practice out here. The inspiration fairies were avoiding him like the plague. Not to mention all the pretty girls were inside, so no audience to woo. So in Mark's eyes he was just wasting time out here getting nothing accomplished. He might as well go back into his room and start that term paper he had putting off.



“This sucks!”

It was time to go outside. Forget essays and math homework that she would eventually have to do. Things were much too complicated for her head to comprehend, and, without Josh and his cute little nose/eyes/butt, she had nothing else to do but kick around a soccer ball. Unfortunately, she could not get any of the other students to come with her. So, she had the soccer ball tucked under her arm, and she was wearing what looked to be a sports bra and a pair of workout shorts, neither seemed to match the other in strange colors. There were a pair of old cleats on her feet, but otherwise she looked more like she was ready for the Summer Olympics than just 'kicking the ball around.'

Granted, mutants probably were not allowed in the Olympics and she would have been horribly out of place anyways...

There she was, going outside, trying to get her mind off of the disappearance of the cute boy she thought she would be able to see again (not that there were not any other cute boys, but Josh was different... it might have been the shiny hue to him...).

She needed to stop thinking about boys. It was much too annoying. She was a school girl! She had to think about math and history and essays and passing and skipping the class so that passing was harder and junk like that! Why was that so hard to comprehend?!

She snorted grumpily at her own thoughts, opening the front door towards the outside. She almost did not see Mark coming for the door until she looked in his general direction.

Another boy. Perfect. She could talk to this one and get her mind off of Josh...

Yeah, like that was going to work.

"Hello," she said cheerily.

Mark was so deep in his own thoughts that he almost ran smack dab into the entrance door. It was a good thing then that the call of his name alerted the young boy to his whereabouts, forcing him out of his mind and back into the present. Mark looked up at the shiny face of none other than Cessily. One of the most interesting girls at the school, in his opinion. Tragically she suffered from physical mutation that would forever brand her as a mutant, and yet she seemed more beautiful to Mark because of it. Shaking his head Mark forced the dazed look from his mind, and tried his best to get his thoughts back on the proper road. Word had it that Cessily and Josh were an item, though he didn't know if it was true or not. It didn't matter he really didn't want to step on anyone's toes right now.

“Hey Cessily!”

He replied opting to use her full first name, knowing that it could be taken as an offense if he had used the nickname Cess. Mark and Cessily weren't close either, Mark was beginning to feel as if he had no real friends at this school, as he began to realize just how not close he was to people. Again Mark slightly shook his head forcing yet again more negative thoughts from the recesses of his mind. Cessily seemed rather happy, even energetic, Mark wondered if she was actually coping well with what was happening with Josh, or if she was just really good at hiding her true emotions.


“Hey you play Soccer?”

He added with a grin on his lips, while he straped his guitar to his back, making it easier to carry for him. Mark wasn't a what a person would call a jock but he did love playing sports, even if she sucked at them. Working up a sweat was always a thrill for him, and just goofing off was a plus, especially when he considered that there was an assignment upstairs he really didn't want to do.

Cessily stared at him a few moments; how did he know her name? If they were in the same classes, she had never seen him before. They never met, and she never thought about the other students that were not in her list of friends. He was not on that list as of yet, so it was safe to assume that she did not know his name.

She guessed he was either someone who either stalked her for fun (did they have those?) or a telepath who was invading her privacy a little too much. She was hoping he did not know what was running through her head right now.

'Stay OUT!' her mind thought, pretty much to whichever telepath was listening in right now. This, of course, was something that Mark probably would not have heard unless he was one of those telepaths...

"Uhm, do I know you?" she asked curiously, the small smile on her face fading into a slightly more stoic expression.

'Ugh, I wish Josh were here... then this creeper in front of me would not be so keen on approaching... how does he know my name? Wait, how did he know to ask about soccer?!'

Cessily stared down at the ball in her arm for a small moment, before glancing at the boy again.

"I used to," she said, though her voice showed a small sign of suspicion. She knew she was not that memorable... what did this boy want?

OK.... Mark thought to himself as he heard the tone of voice in which Cessily replied to him. It was more than apparent she had no idea who he was by the look of confusion on her face. Sure the two didn't know one another, but Mark had been in the school for three months. He only knew her name because ever since the Josh thing people all over the school had been whispering about her.

Rumors around this school was like hot fire, the better the rumor the faster it spreads. Realizing he had been far to formal, Mark allowed himself to take a step back. Taking in a deep breath of air to calm his thoughts he needed to force himself not to be so friendly. That was his biggest problem, he was to over friendly. Not many people liked that and he needed to note that.

“No I don't think you do. My name's Mark Sheppard but most people call me DJ here.”


He added with his most non creepy smile, as he tried to smooth out the mess he had created. While at the same time extending his free hand towards her in a greeting motion. He didn't want to seem like a creep or a jerk. That wasn't the type of person Mark was at all. If anything he was the exact opposite. He was a good guy who just liked being friendly to everyone. A habit that more often than not got him in trouble. It was just hard to reel it in that's all. After all he group in a community that everyone knew one another so their were no strangers. this must be what Rose Nylon from golden girls feels like. He thought to himself again as he recalled the show he had watched a few nights ago.


“I really only know your name through friends, sorry to hear about Josh!”

He interjected with a sympathetic look, before changing the conversation once more. He thought it was best not to linger to long on depressing conversations lest he bother people. “A school like this I thought everyone at least knew the name of everyone else. I mean it feels more like a large family than a school.” He added in with a chuckle, while rubbing the back of his head. Mark didn't know what else to say, he was trying his hardest to be nice, but the girl was being a bit off putting and that made him feel nervous. Why was it so hard for him to fit into this school? Why couldn't he make friends like back home he wondered.

Cessily thought about it a moment. She had heard about a 'DJ' through the grapevine, but not a whole lot. It seemed he was either not active in school activities or just not someone Cessily cared to hear about.

Oh wait, he was a boy. She thought she had one of those... kind of. Sort of.

Though his attempts at 'non creepiness' at least seemed to be working. A small smile appeared on the metal girl's lips before she shook her head.

"Sorry. Names, faces, and I don't really get along unless I got to know someone a little better," she admitted, leaning against the frame of the still-opened door.

'Now this isn't too bad, Cess. He seems like a nice guy.'

This was much better than worrying about Josh. The boy was god knew where, and at least DJ was in front of her. She could talk to him about not-Josh topics. As a matter of fact, soccer seemed like a good topic right about now.

Or it was until DJ had to go and mess it up.

Her smile faded into what seemed to be an 'Irish frown,' something that ran in her family for generations. It was deep, and grumpy. If one did not know any better, they would say she was about to stab them with metallic claws, or something to that like.

How was it that people thought all of a sudden she needed apologies? Did Josh not have parents to go say sorry to? Maybe they were like her's, all stupid and non-mutant liking, but people could at least say sorry to them and not her.

She snorted.

"Nothing to be sorry about," she replied, "Everyone makes it sound like we broke up... we were hardly together before he disappeared..."

She would have crossed her arms over each other and huffed angrily (like those bratty girls she saw back in Portland) if it were not for the pure and simple fact that that soccer ball would have had to been relinquished to gravity if she had done so.

"Just step off the Josh thing. Mr. Summers will find him. They have a system for things like this..."

Well that's no problem” Mark replied to Cessily's first comment, as he let out a light hearted chuckle. “Theirs an easy way to fix that Cessily. How about you get to know me a bit better?” He was just trying to be friendly and saw no harm in making that comment. Half of Mark was just joking with Cessily, using her forgetful memory as a way to better know her. He was just hoping she didn't take any offense to it. It wasn't easy trying not to offend someone, sometimes Mark offended people without even knowing, and that was why he was so desperately trying not to stick his foot into his mouth again.

Mark listened to what Cessily said, and saw the overly depressed look on her face. It was clear to him from the get go, she had not found his apology about Josh soothing in anyways. Mark was only trying to help, and he was sure Cessily knew that, but honestly what good was an apology from someone who didn't do anything. It wasn't like Mark kidnapped him or something. Well it was a good thing then he had changed the conversation to soccer. Something that he thought the might obviously share in common, or at least hoped so.

“Yeah OK...” He replied to her finding no other words better suited for the conversation. Cess didn't want to talk about him, and she looked a bit bothered by the subject in general. Since he didn't want to go stepping on anyone's toes, Mark knew he had to change the subject. It was no good making a pretty lady frown, or at least that was what his mother taught him. Running his free hand through his jet black hair, Mark continued to speak. “ Well how long have you been playing soccer?” He followed up on the soccer thing in hopes of maybe getting a game started.

"I use to play in high school. Wasn't the best character but i sure as hell wasn't the worst. I played until my grades forced me to stop. I didn't have enough time to be on the school team, as well as my after school activities of music and get good grades. Had to quit one of them and soccer was it. "

Cessily's eyes narrowed at the boy. Sure, she was being unreasonably grumpy with him, but she did not feel that he needed to start prying randomly into her love life...

Which seemed nonexistent. If love was easier though, then what would make it special? It was something Cessily had to contemplate more on when she had a chance. However, now was not the time to do that. There were other matters at hand...

She sighed.

"Sorry," she said in a half-grunt, "I don't need the sympathy is all... I'm worried, but I'm not going to be over-concerned about it."

'Who are you kidding, Cess?'

Mentally, she hit herself upside the head about the words she was saying to this boy. Even if they knew where Josh was, there would have been nothing Cessily could have done about it, unless she got explicit permission from Mr. Summers himself. That, of course, was not going to happen, unless she got incredibly lucky and Mr. Summers started to wear a tutu to work.

Since he was the insane stereotype of manliness for her (it was either him or that Colossus guy), she expected that a tutu was out of the equation. If that was the case (like she expected that it was going to be) then she was pretty sure Mr. Summers was going to make sure bad things would happen if she tried...

Why was she so scared of Mr. Summers? He just had eyebeams and a beaming voice to go with it. It was not like he was what she should have been scared of...

But she was so scared of losing his confidence. It was strange. Ugh. Another thing to think about later.

"Awhile... Stopped playing after the mutation surfaced... the Mansion doesn't have one of their own... a team I mean... you know, everyone's got the whole training they have to take care of..."

She tossed the ball in the air before catching it again.

"But I've been attempting to keep up with training, just in case. I played basketball and field hockey too... back in the day I mean..."

“I can see that !”


Mark added with a smirk on his lips, while he allowed a quick over glance of her body. oh god! He almost shouted to himself in disbelief. Did he just hit on her? He questioned himself as he began to rub the back of his neck, while doing his best to maintain calm in this situation. HE couldn't help flirting. IT was just Mark's over all personality. He was a flirt at heart, and couldn't help comments like those. He didn't mean to offend, but the way this girl was treating him, Mark was almost sure she was going to slice his head off, or whatever she could do.


“Well considering this is a school of mutants their really shouldn't be any reason for you not to play anymore Cessily. Its a great sport in my opinion, and really makes one work up a sweat. Some of the danger room sessions should be replaced with a good old game of soccer. That teaches people how to work together as good as any old danger room session.” He added with a profound thought on his face, while he reached down once more to pick up his guitar. She wasn't opening up, or lowering her guard, truth be told Mark thought he was just annoying the hell out of Cessily and didn't want to do that.


“Hey you want to play a game?” He offered with a laugh as he pointed to the ball. “I wouldn't be opposed to it!” He remarked as he stared high into the sky. After a moment of analyzing the weather, he turned once more to Cessily, and began to speak in his usual cheery voice. “Its a great day for a game, and I need a reason to put off my home work assignment so what do you say?” A devious smile over took Mark as he began to wonder maybe Cessily wanted in on his plan. Perhaps he should tell her about the few ideas he had about rescuing Josh, and see if she would bite. Then again though...He mentally began to contradict himself. What if she just wanted to forget all about him? What if what she really wanted was someone to help her through this? Could he be that guy? He thought to himself yet again with the same smile on his lips.

“So what do you say Cessily?”

This boy was incredibly transparent if he thought that she would not see him checking her out. Was he attempting to hit on her now? Well he upgraded himself from creepy to 'Take out the pepper spray and threaten him with it,' but she did no such thing. She did not have any pepper spray, and there was no reason for alarm. If something did happen, then she would have been able to call for help and have half the school on his butt, thinking he was some sort of evil shape shifter or something.

Whatever. If all else failed, she could take him. She was a pile of liquid mercury. What kind of power could he have possibly had?

Might have been music based. He did say people called him 'DJ.'

"It might teach people teamwork, but it has no practical application beyond that in a mission," she replied, "I think that's why the teachers don't do it often... if at all."

She tossed the ball up and down into the air a few times before absently spinning it on her finger. No, it did not do the same thing a basketball did, and it was much harder to influence in such a way, but she still tried.

After she caught the ball on the end of it's spinning, she shook her head.

"I'm not really in the mood for a kick around the field though..."

She honestly had no idea why she brought out the soccer ball, other than to get her mind off of Josh. This boy in front of her was not helping that at all though, so soccer was off the list too.

She was in such a bad mood.

"Dunno what I'm in the mood for though... what's with the guitar? Do you play or use it as a weapon against evil kidnappers?"

Well it wasn't all in his head, Cessily really didn't seem to like him at all. Oh well Mark commented to himself, before letting out a sigh of annoyance Mark finally decided to give up. IT was no use trying to be nice to her, all of his attempts of being nice so far have gone awry, whose to say all of his attempts wouldn't go that way. She was probably upset about Josh and just taking it on him, or she just didn't like Mark altogether, and wanted the musician to get the hell out of her face. Either way


Mark held no ill will to the way he was being treated, he never did. It was hard for Mark to get upset about anything. He was just such a friendly and happy guy he couldn't stand to be upset, and so he never was. It was a child like naiveness to him that kept him from realizing that sometimes it was a good thing to get upset, or offended. He didn't like people to dislike him, and that was why he was constantly so nice to them. Deep down Mark suffered from a desire to be liked by people, though he really didn't know it.


“This guitar is a gift from my grandfather. It was the last thing he gave to me before he passed away!” Mark added with a tone of sorrow to his voice, as he clutched his guitar close to his chest. “Its one of my most cherished gift, so I usually take it with me no matter where I go. Unless I leave the school then I stays safe in the room! It doesn't really help much against bad guys though. My powers are based on genre of the music I hear. Different genre causes me to manifest different powers, but since I can't use my powers and play the guitar at the same time I don't try! How about you is there more to you than a shiny exterior?” He commented no longer trying to be suave or friendly. Now he was just trying to make conversation to get to know the girl more. If she continued to be this way he would just excuse himself and head to the room. HE wanted to have more friends but this was getting to be quite uncomfortable for him.

If this was uncomfortable for him, he should have used those interesting powers of his to strum himself up some telepathy and read her mind.

Not the point.

The metallic girl rose her brow. He had a stable family life, it sounded like. Or at least a grandfather who cared about him. She could have been wrong in that assumption, but she was not in the mood to nitpick about it. If she was incredibly curious, she would just have to ask him. Either that or it would come out while they were talking. Pressuring people into talking about things they did not want to talk about just seemed unfair. So why even bring it up when you did not have to?

She smiled lightly as he asked if she did anything other than be a metal girl. In her mind, it sounded a bit more like she was being flirted with. However, she shrugged.

"Not much other than sports and the classes right now," she said, "... Except every so often, maybe an X Man mission... I really like those..."

There was not much else to her simply because she just did not know what she liked doing. If her parents were more understanding, she would spend time with them. If Portland was less mutant racist, she would be able to find out what she liked more.

Regardless, she had very little in the way of 'hobbies,' and was more into training herself for being an X Man. Which begged the question; what did she do after high school?

Maybe she should have a talk with an adviser about that, but that was much later than the current moment.

"Don't have anything interesting or fun going on right now... unless you count the essay I'm doing on the Japanese and their reasoning behind bombing Pearl Harbor in World War Two... of course, that's only fun or interesting if you're into that sort of historical thing."

Mark allowed himself to laugh at the statement that Mercury had just made. If you knew Mark you'd know he actually could have cared less about history, which of course was a tragic thing, seeing as he did believe in the old saying 'Those who don't learn from History would be doomed to repeat!' IT seemed a bit hypocritical of him to believe in that while hate studying history, but he did and he was. He figured it was just one of his many odd corks in his personality, and accepted himself for it. After all who was he to judge himself. He thought with a bit of sarcasm to his mental voice.


“Ah I actually don't much like studying. Not that its wrong or anything, I just would rather spend my days enjoying the sun on my skin, while writing and composing music. MY mother said it was cause I'm a free spirit, my dad said it was cause I'm lazy in my studies. Me I say it's a little bit of both, but who can study when they could be creating a lovely melody from ones own mind?” He asked attentively, as he reached for his guitar. Talking about music always inspired Mark to play, he never knew why but it did, and when he got the urge to play all he could do was play. He couldn't stop himself if he wanted to.


With that in mind Mark began to strum the strings of his guitar in such an intricate manor that it began to fill the air around the two with a soothing melody, that would have made some people's hearts melt. The tone was upbeat and lively, but the rhythm of the song itself was deep and mournful It was a wonderful mixture that brought you high with its upbeat notes, while keeping you mournful through his well written lyrical words, that seemed to flow almost like a river from the see.


He was gentle and slow in words, and yet somehow though the sad was song it made you weep with joy over the fact that perhaps someone had loved and lost in the most tragic of ways, but at least they had the joy of loving and being loved by someone. That though they were heart broken over their loss, the person was over joyed in knowing the love. He was sad to see it go, but happy to have known it, and that was the over all basis of Mark's song. It may have sounded foolish to some, but to Mark it was one of the most heartfelt compassionate songs he could of ever written, and to this day remains to be his favorite song.

“Oh wow!” Mark exclaimed in astonishment, as his eyes widened in well surprise. He really didn't mean to go off to music land like that. She must be feeling so awkward right now! Bet she thinks I'm a freak or something! he pondered to himself, his cool and alluring expression melted away only to be replaced by one of self doubt and confusion. Mark was always so confident when he was playing music, it didn't matter who he was playing to or where, when ever his fingers touched something musical he just forgot about everything and concentrated on the music. Why couldn't he be like that more often, he wondered to himself as he clutched his guitar once more close to his chest.


“Yeah that song was called Mermaid's love. Its a bit of an odd name but you see I had a whole story in mind for it." He commented to her all the while rubbing his head, and feeling like a plain out idiot. Mark knew what he was going to do, he was about to babble on about a song that Cessily probably had no interest in hearing about, but he couldn't help it. He was incredibly nervous right. If she didn't think he was some kind of weirdo before she would now, with how he just broke into song for no apparent reason.


If only Mark was able to just convey to Cessily why he sang. He wasn't really singing for her, he simply sang for the enjoyment. He felt such a devotion towards music that sometimes it overwhelmed him, and the only way he could express his desire for it was through music itself. Well what's done is done He reasoned as he wondered if perhaps Mercury actually enjoyed his acoustic melody. Deciding that enough silence had transpired between the two, since his little musical escapade, Mark opted to say something. Anything was better than silence, he thought, even the odd ramblings of a nervous boy.

"Mermaid's love is about a man and woman who fell in love, and surprise the woman happened to be a mermaid. The mermaid and man would meet every night and share in one another's company. They would regale each other with tales of their day, and all to quickly they fell in love you see, but that was a grave mistake!" He continued in a low alluring voice, doing his best to tell the story behind his song, and not seem like a goof ball.


" Anyways one day no longer able to bare being apart, the man throws himself from the cliff into the open arms of his lover, who in turn takes the man to her under sea castle. Problem is the mermaid, being a creature of both land and sea, didn't realize that her lover could not stand to be under water. The poor man died in her arms only moments after she brought him to her kingdom." He paused to analyze her facial expression before continuing on.


"Still with his last dying thought, he made sure the young sea maiden understood that he didn't harbor any ill will towards her, because he loved her. With one last kiss the lovers depart, and though she aches with the pain of a broken heart, the mermaid is both happy and resentful that she was lucky enough to have met her true love."

If she were not so already saddened by Josh, she would have probably melted. However, she merely raised her brow once more. What was this song that was going on? Maybe he was nervous. If he was nervous, he needed to get a reality check.

Whatever the case, she smiled half-heartedly at him, and, by the time he was finished, she was about ready to clap... if it were not for that incredibly strange look on his face. Was he that nervous about the whole thing? Geez, he was worse than she was, almost in one of those annoying, dorky ways.

Maybe he should have started with his name and introductory greeting before this conversation even started. It might have ended better. This boy was quite confusing.

"Mark," she started, but found her own attempt at normal conversation drowned by his ramblings about his own song. She did not say anything about it, not wanting to seem hypocritical despite the fact that she was completely ticked at him for interrupting her one attempt at conversation.

But she smiled.

"That's sweet," she said, not unphased by his words, but not all that concerned with keeping all that information in her head. It was deep, yes, but every boy seemed to be a hopeless romantic. Either that or they were complete jerks. Those were the only kinds of guys in Xavier's.

Cessily had not lost hope, clearly. She was pining hopelessly over some boy who would possibly never come back.

"I bet that means you do really well in English poetry... that's what music lyrics are, right? Poetry meant to be used in song..."

She blinked a few times. Music was most certainly not her strong point.

OK time to take a breather Mark! he told himself, as he took in a deep breath of air. Mark was really letting his shyness and nervousness get to him. He never before acted like such a dork in front of a young woman. OK granted in the past he had, on many occasions actually, acted like a dork, but never to the extreme as he had today.

“Yeah actually I do well in those types of classes. It's easy for me to find artful words to express the way I feel, and I am often mesmerized by the lovely spoken songs. Oh “ He caught himself with a simple smile, as he realized that Cessily probably had no idea what he meant by spoken songs. It was after all a made up term he came up with. “Spoken songs, that's what I normally call poems and things of the such. I call songs sung poetry so it all adds up to me!”


He added with a chuckle of laughter. “ You're actually one of the few people who understood that about music. At least one of the few people I've met. It sometimes baffles me how some people can gloss over something so obvious, but then again its only obvious to me cause I love it. I got to remember not everyone has an obssessive love for music like I do.” He added starting to feel a lot better about himself. He was calming down, and that was a good a thing for everyone.

Now that Mark was able to stop feeling like an idiot in front of this young woman, he was actually able to think clearly and come up with some rather insightful conversation. Maybe now Cessily wouldn't think he was just another one of those dime a dozen guys that flake around this school. Maybe now she could see that Mark wasn't really a jerk or anything just a good guy trying a bit to hard. Who knows what she would think of him, he thought to himself.

"Yeah... I mean, there's always stuff that's obvious that people kinda overlook almost all the time," she noted, "I mean, there's a beauty in everything, but some people just don't take the time to look."

This talk was getting way deep, even for Cessily's britches. Wait, she usually did not wear britches. What were britches, anyways? She would have to look that up a little later on wikipedia or something. But wikipedia was always wrong, right? Or was it that it was sometimes wrong and should not be used for academic research?

Ugh. She needed to stop thinking sometimes. One would think a giant lump of metal would be something that just did not think a whole lot, but for a lump of metal, Cessily did a lot of thinking.

Sometimes she wished she were just that lump of metal people probably thought she was. It would make her existence on this world much more bearable.

Smiling at DJ, she shook her head.

"But that's way besides the point. At least you've got a good handle of what you're good at," she said, "I mean, I figured you were all about the music... codename's DJ, after all, and you didn't seem like the type who'd lamely scratch on some old time records... I happen to like the Traveling Wilburys myself. Ruining records like that is just... it hurts..."

Sure, her father listened to them all the time, but she happened to like that sort of thing too.

"That's very true Cessily!" Mark added towards the comment that Mercury had just uttered. He really did believe in what she said. It made to him much sense and he simply wanted to outwardly show his acknowledgement with the phrase. "There's beauty even in the most unlikely of places, if only one could look hard enough!" he added with a slight smile to his tender lips, as he ran his fingers through his hair.


'Ouch.." Mark replied with a slight chuckle of laughter as he heard Cessily's comment. So many people thought him to just be a Dj player and nothing more. It was as if his codename had become his entire identity and that was becoming a bit of an annoyance to the young lad. Why was that.. He wondered to himself rather stupidly, asking a question he already knew the answer to. He needed to branch out more. He needed to show everyone he was more than just a man with a musical tittle. He was aperson with gifts, gifts that didn't always involve music.

"Wilbury's can't say i know their music to much. Although i do on occasion catch a few songs of theirs. My favorite band though is actually just a singing group called the Supremes now they were awesome!" He added.


Yeah ruining old records are not my thing. Theirs actually a place online called Virtual DJ. Its a type of software that allows a person to mix songs play them at the same time and even yes create the scratching noise DJ's were so well known for at the beggining. Yeah the great thing about that kind of software is that you could do it all without ruining classic records or good music, but as for the scratching of disc you do know that blank records were made just so DJ's could make the noise and not ruin their records right?" He asked curiously.

"Actually come to think about it, i think i do have a few songs of the Wilbury's on my laptop. Enough maybe to make a cd, if you like i'd be more than happy to create a burn CD of theirs for you?"