this is not what i had planned // open

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    [size=40pt]tyler joseph.[/size]


    [size=15pt]"and you find . . . you're not who you're supposed to be."[/size]


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    if tyler was in a clan that had trees in it, he would be laying in it right now.


    but the ukulele would fall off, wouldn't it?


    the small brown tom was sitting in some comfortable place in camp, with the ukulele on the ground, pressed down against the dirt. pluck, pluck. one day those will be strums, and maybe one day he can make a song. but for now, he was just to practice. it was definitely something to drag attention to him, but he really liked what he was doing. hopefully nobody hated it. it was kinda annoying, anyway.


    all of a sudden, words were coming to his head. a song, perhaps? but he couldn't get himself to sing it. there was no way, not when there were others around . . .


    his heart was racing and he didn't know why. he never will.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Jack heard the distant twanging of strings on an unfamiliar instrument. Walking over, the tom examined Tyler curiously, brown eyes fixed on the ukelele. [b]"What a curious little guitar,"     he noted, seemingly intrigued by it. Jack had seen guitars before, but he was almost positive they were larger, and less... happy-sounding.


    Just then, it occurred to Jack that the feline possessing the miniature instrument was unfamiliar, and Jack offered him a kindly smile. "Ah, how rude! I'm Jack Belvedere, pleasure to meet you...?" he trailed off, apparently expecting a name.



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    [size=40pt]tyler joseph.[/size]


    [size=15pt]"and you find . . . you're not who you're supposed to be."[/size]


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    "oh . . ." tyler paused to tilt his head at the new face, the words coming out quiet as they were more aimed towards himself than the tom. he shook his head as if to snap out of his daydreaming and he meowed in a slightly louder voice, "hello there, jack! i'm tyler. well, tyler joseph, or ty, or wh-whatever you want." that didn't stop his voice from wavering and cracking just as it always did. instead of getting all embarrassed over his own voice, he just threw on a smile and moved his ukulele a little closer to him, almost protectively. it wasn't like he didn't trust this new cat, in fact, he trusted others too easily, it was more that he liked his new instrument close to him.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Talon recognized the soft-sounding plucks that rang in the air, and the cat playing those sounds. "Trying to teach yourself to play, Tyler?" the golden kitten asked as he padded up next to Jack. The strings played sounded better than when the boy first picked up the instrument. It must have been tuned. "I feel like you'll be a master at it one day!"
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    [size=40pt]tyler joseph.[/size]


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    "yeah . . ." tyler smiled down at his instrument. he felt very proud in what he was doing all of a sudden. "r-really? a master? no way." he purred and flattened his ears. as proud as he felt, he wouldn't consider himself that. or ever. this was made for human hands, anyway, not claws. and it probably wasn't the best condition ukulele.
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    the sound of a ukulele certainly did bring back a lot of memories to dan. his faze softened for a moment. pj used to play, didn't he? it had been a while since he even thought of his dad. the tall tabby would made his way over with a smile. [b]"you play well,"     he commented.
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    [size=40pt]tyler joseph.[/size]


    [size=15pt]"and you find . . . you're not who you're supposed to be."[/size]


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    "oh my gosh, thanks." if tyler didn't have fur covering his cheeks, he would be blushing. he plucked another note and looked up at dan with a shy smile. "i knew people were going to compliment, but not this much. thanks . . . so much." he nearly cringed at his choice of words. yikes.
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    ruby appeared, feeling tyler was doubting himself. her invisibility switching off, the serval appeared right beside the male. "doubting yourself! why wouldn't people compliment you? you're one of the only instrument-playing clanmates i have seen, and just plucking at some strings is talent." she said, smiling down on the ukelele. she did attempt to play violin, but she was sure that the rusty junk hurt her hearing, the sound coming out as a cat dying, while attempting to give birth.


    "you have talent. it's quite obvious." she said, stepped back a bit to sit down.



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    [size=40pt]tyler joseph.[/size]


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    "i-i . . . thanks?" tyler was stuttering, he was almost shocked by the amount of compliments thrown at him. he stared down at his ukulele, feeling his fur prick with all of the gazes on him. it wasn't bad, it was just something he needed to get used to. he began to pluck the strings again, not knowing what to say so he covered it up with the music.
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    Shift gave a small nod of her head as she walked over, saying she agreed with them, Tyler was quite good. "You are very good," she said.//really, really, bad writing!









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    [size=40pt]tyler joseph.[/size]


    [size=15pt]"and you find . . . you're not who you're supposed to be."[/size]


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    it was hard to believe he was being complimented by the clan leader. he stuttered out another quiet "thank you" before placing his other paw on the other side, quickly finding out that when he placed his paw in different places that it made different notes. interesting, now he had more than four notes to choose from when it came to making something like a song.
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