6200/Let's sing a song together hopefully on key

Let's sing a song together hopefully on key
Date of Scene:	16 January 2019
Location:	Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Mason is playing very loud music, so Andrea and Bobby investigates. Andrea tries to get Mason a big brother figure, but is as always, shot down.
Cast of Characters:	Mason Steele, Rage, Iceman

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Mason Steele has posed:
    Classes are back in session. But it's 6:30am. Mason Steele is not known to make it to first period on time on most days, but up in the aucoustic music room, He's making enough noise to wake up the people on the first floor. Supposedly the room is soundproof, but the vibrations can still be felt humming through the hallways.
    Wearing a polo and a pair of jeans, and no shoes, he stands behind the keyboard, an epic and loud fanfare of a piano solo blaring out. It seems to lie somewhere between a classical baroque piece, and Elton John. He strikes a key, and what he just played repeats on it's own as he takes the acoustic guitar and plucks an accidental melody, fingerpicking a classical guitar style as the fanfare repeats. He bends over to strike another key with his elbow to trigger the drums, reverberating through the room. It's not like most music. It's complicated, it's hard to follow, and has so many devices of musical principle being used at once, it could be hard to pick any one of them out. But, for those who are just waking up, the thumping of the drums and the hum in the hallways are probably enough to alert those who would rather be sleeping in a little longer.

Rage has posed:
It's six thirty in the morning and Andrea has already been up moving about for the last hour. She got a workout in, a shower, and is now heading down the hall with a granola bar in her hand, chewing on a peanutbutter and chocolate sweet goodness. It's the loud sounds that has drawn her attention, and she could tell by the style who was behind the music.

Pushing into the room, she grits her teeth as the noise hits her all at once now that she is no longer in the hallway. "Mason!" She calls out, waving a hand in his direction furiously. "Maaaaason!" She looks ready to chuck the granola bar at him. "Holy crap, you're at a twelve when you should be at a seven!"

Iceman has posed:
Cereal is supposed to be in a bowl. You know, you see all the commercials, all the kids sitting at the table, eating Sugar-Froster Super Smackers or Healthy-Avenger-Os (now with Cap Shield Shaped Marshmallows!) out of bowls.

But Bobby Drake, he's a rebel. He's got a Yeti cup that he's filled with the remains of about three cereal boxes and poured in some milk, with a spoon sticking out of the room. He was just crossing the hall that the music room was in on his way to class when he hears the boom of the drums. And he changes directions, heading down the hallway, coming in just after Andrea. He looks down into his cup where each thrum of bass ripples the milk in his cup.

"I think Galactus makes less noise when he's eating a planet." he comments as he takes out the spoon and takes a bite of chocolatey, marshmellowy, sugary goodness.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason...well, he's a little oblivious to other people. Even as Andrea tries to shout over the blazing crescendo, his mop of blond hair is down, swaying in rhythm, and the cuff of his pants flops as his bare foot raises to slam down on the pedal. He's set the distortion on an acoustic guitar, giving it a rusty, grating edge as he jams a decided shift in the sound, stopping the piano fanfare as he pings out a harsh and only partly finished sounding conclusion. The last note leaves the listener on the edge, as if there should be one, obvious chord that comes. But it doesn't. He looks up, He opens his eyes, spotting both Andrea and Bobby.
    "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there," he comments, tossing his hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head.
    "Oh crap, didn't know there were people still awake," he apologizes. "I had a thing pop in my head, just had to do somethin' with it before I lost it. Thought everybody else was asleep by now." He pulls the guitar strap over his head, and places it on the stand next to the keyboard. "I just started it, so don't judge yet." Of course, it had enough happening it sounds like he had been working quite a bit longer. "What's everyone doing up so late?" What time is it again?

Rage has posed:
"Mason, it's six thirty in the morning! Holy cow, my ears are ringing." Andrea says as she wiggles a finger into her ear. "I think you woke my parents up in Los Angeles. How long have you been in here for? We have class in an hour." She gives a glance over to Bobby, then swipes a Captain American shield marshmallow out of his Yeti, popping it into her mouth. "So, this is Mason Steele, the bad boy of popmusic who refuses to call his music pop." She motions with her granola bar towards the blonde haired teen with a grin. "He has his own style as you can see."

She heads over towards the other popstar, looking to give him a hug. "It sounded neat. What was up with the end there? You left me hanging with the last thirty seconds. It was like I was waiting for the bass to drop or something and then you kinda cut it off. That intentional or just not finished?"

Iceman has posed:
Swatting at Andrea's hand, Bobby frowns. "Now I have dog germs." he mutters with a smirk, before he glances over to Mason. "Hey." he greets, taking another bite of sugary goodness. "Don't mind me, I'm just a teacher around here." He doesn't seem to care about the public display of affection, instead he reaches up to rub at his ear. "Anyway, what she said. Music was pretty good."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason pays no heed to the marshmallow swipe. It's not his marshmallow to defend. "Thanks," he says to Bobby decidedly as she gives him the hug, then arches his brow at Andrea, "See, he likes it," he says with a head tilt in the direction of the teacher. "It's not six..." he glances back at the clock. "Damn. It is. Well, I didn't oversleep for class at least! I mean, not yet anyway. Bass to drop, it's not a dance song, If you do a song where everybody knows what to expect, then it just sounds like all the other music. You know I hate that. I might make it an anthology. Not sure yet. Nobody listens to anthologies, but screw them anyway. What's the point of playing what people want, right?" Of course, the answer he knows well. Because your manager tells you to and that's how you make money.

Rage has posed:
There is an obvious disagreement in how the other teen phrased that last bit, but Andrea doesn't seem to voice it. She'll just leave it on her face. One of those exasperated looks. They have two different outlooks on the music industry. "Speeeaking of, when are you putting out something on the radio? I still want to do a duet with you, a real club banger to get the bodies moving and the feet stomping. I've already been putting down some lyrics and tracks but I want your opinion."

She peeks over at any of the music sheets that Mason may have had on the desk, curious to his current arrangement. "You'll probably hate the song or something, but I'd just like to do something with you, just once. You know, girlfriend bucket list type of thing. OH! Bobby is a fan of our music by the way. Told me he sings our stuff in the shower."

Iceman has posed:
"I did not say I sung your songs in the shower." Bobby so primly sticks out his tongue - so mature for a twenty-something. "I said I sing in the shower. What I sing is between my soap and my.. well, I don't have a girlfriend, so my loofah." he says with a sage nod of his head as he takes one more bite and then starts to drink the milk concoction at the bottom of the mug.

"But it sounds like you two have some work to do, soooooooo." Third wheel, thy name is Robert Drake.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "You don't act like a teacher," he says without a judgment tone. It almost seems appreciative. "Didn't we just do a duet at Christmas?" he asks. "Act like I never do stuff with you. You got a gig or something coming up?" he asks. "Manager is bugging me for a four chord song again. Even got someone else to write one because I wouldn't. I should totally hand them a rendition of Pachabel's Canon to be a jerk. He said he isn't putting anything on for the radio til I give him something more like the standard stuff. I'm just sick of doing it, y'know?"

Rage has posed:
"It wasn't /our/ song though. It was a hundred year old song classic and you hated every moment of it. I want us to do a song together that we'd both be happy with. Something original." Andrea nudges Mason a few times in the shoulder with her fingers. "And, you gotta be careful, they may drop you if you don't work with them. You kinda got a contract, right? You gotta do so many albums or whatever. Don't put them in a position to sue you or something." She seems genuinely worried of course. She usually dotes and frets on him.

With a glance over to Bobby, Andrea looks amused for a moment, then says to Mason. "Mister Drake is pretty cool. You two should hang out sometime. He's desperate for a little brother figure in his life, and I'm sure you could introduce him to some of your cute friends." She hops down from the stage to the ground, heading over to her guitar that is mounted on the wall.

Iceman has posed:
"I save the stuffy stereotypical teaching thing to Scott." Bobby says with a smirk. "And I think it's more that Andrea is desperate for you to have a positive role-model in your life." he responds as he sets aside the mug. There's a thoughtful pause as he glances towards the young woman and his attention returns to Mason.

"Was told you were getting used to handling your powers." Bobby comments finally. "Not sure what you have on the lists, but I'm used to handling cyrokenesis and all that.. ice-wieldy stuff."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah, that's cool," Mason says, in a tone that says he doesn't want to really have the 'powers' talk. Or maybe it's the role model talk. "I think my main mutation is makin' awesome music." Humility might not be his power. "So you never gotta have a cooler, that makes having cold drinks at the party a lot easier. How long you been teachin' here, Mr. Drake? he asks. "What do you listen to? Rock? Country? R&B? Jazz? Baroque? Classical?" Apparently he doesn't classify classical and baroque as the same thing.

Rage has posed:
"Miser Drake is also an X-Man. We went on a mission together a few nights ago with the rest of the team to save someone. We took out a ring of human trafficers." Andrea calls down from the stage as she starts to set up the computer that holds her tracks she has been building.

Iceman has posed:
"All this Mister Drake talk is making me feel like my dad." Bobby says with a smirk. "How old do you think I am anyway?" he asks, turning to look in the nearest reflective surface, finally raising a hand and making a mirror out of ice. "I even got enough sleep last night." he mutters in mild complaint as he checks his eyes.

"Yeah, well.. that wasn't much. Anyway, I think she was asking you about a duet. Perhaps you can use that sick beat and she can cut up under it with something just as powerful to help it out." Hey, it works for Cloak and Dagger. "But if you ever need help with the whole power thing, trust me, I know what a pain in the butt it can be to have elemental controls - you should have seen me .. well, when I was your age." Then he adds, "Not that long ago, mind you."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Like, thirty?" Mason guesses. He was never good at guessing age. "I mean, we can duet, long as you don't ask me to be a superhero." he says, "I didn't say no." He walks pas Andrea, and gives her a swat on the rear. Oh yeah, teacher there, he forgot. He moves to the keyboard from there. "So what're we doin', queen bee?" he asks in a tease. He notedly doesn't respond to the offer to help with the powers, he seems to have just ignored the comment, trying to glaze on to the next thing.

Rage has posed:
"He's like a few years older than us. Like twenty-one or something." Andrea says with a laugh to Mason at his guessing game. The swat on the rear causes her to jolt, then rolls her eyes upwards. She taps away a bit at the keys of her laptop, pulling up a track called Keep Quiet. She pushes play and starts to listen. It's a Rock Opera of sorts. Intense. Dark. Moody. It has a slow build, then a speedy pick up as the instruments come together in a symphony. She glances over at Mason now and again to gauge his reaction, then looks over towards Bobby, mouthing: 'Thanks.'

Iceman has posed:
Rolling his own eyes at the flirtation between the two students, Bobby doesn't even put up an ice wall between the two of them. As the two settle in to get to work on the music, he listens for a moment. "Sounds a little like something from the 'Lost Boys' soundtrack." he offers to the pair before smirking. "But my music tastes seem to roam all over the place." There's a shrug of his shoulders, before he's turning to head off and leave the pair to canoodle and cooperate.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason starts to compliment with a nod, "Not bad," he says, improvising on the keyboard to compliment the progression. "Okay, catch ya later, teach," he says. He doesn't push it when Bobby turns to leave, and instead, focuses on the music as it plays.