This song is for the people who live this dream.

[against_all_trouble]

Arthur Black was sitting on the couch trying to tune his guitar, but his perpetually-indecisive roommate has decided that this week she is a singer again.

"Come on, Art, I'm a good singer!" Suzy pleads with big eyes and a bigger wave.

"Suze. That is not the thing that worries me, Suze," Arthur says as he sets down his guitar to the side, "The thing that worries me is that this week you want to sing and the next you'll be back to sculpture. Or painting. Or found-object collages. Or interpretive-freaking-dance!"

"Interpretive dance is silly, Art, why would I do that? And anyway, you know you want to try some of the vocals you wrote ♫ for ♫ high ♫ voices! ♫"

That's two things Arthur is not good at refusing: chances to show off and requests from Susanna Blue. The look he gives back, though, is definitely a scowl. Not a smirk at all. "One of these days, you're going to wear out your welcome... with everyone but me. OK, show up to tonight's practice a little after we start, I'll bring the guys around."

"Yay! You're still the best, Art." She really is happy, that hug was only about a third tackle.

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Practice comes and goes, and the rest of No Rainbows goes along with Suzy's request. Arthur isn't explicitly in charge, but he's a big personality and the group started out of bluegrass jam sessions he organized, so they're used to following his lead. And her voice is pretty good.

A couple nights later, they are all setting up in the back of an Atlanta restaurant. Suzy's helping Arthur set up the amps while there's still space to move things around near the stage while the other three tune up.

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"Sure, makes sense," Erica agrees brightly. She gathers up her stuff and follows him outside.

No suspicious cars, at the moment. Not much of anything; it's very late. Erica shrugs and follows Art to his car.

She's not quite a bad driver. She's not stopping on highways and reversing to catch a missed exit, or driving the wrong way on a one way street, or anything truly insane like that. But she's still not a very good driver. Stop lights may be uncomfortable for a while.

"Sorry," she apologizes after the third abrupt halt. "I don't drive much."

That happens to be patently untrue- she got her permit as soon as she was 15, and she had to drive to work every day- but her parents never bothered to actually teach her. This is, frighteningly, a vast improvement over previous Erica-driving. She does improve, incrementally, it's just that the 'figure it out yourself' aspect slows her down.

But she doesn't feel like explaining any of this to Art, and if she was the age she was pretending to be, she would like to think she'd be better already. See, there's her excuse. She has to lie to maintain the masquerade of her purported age.

Now that she thinks about it- this is the most legally she's ever driven. Fake driver's license proclaiming her "age" aside, she does actually have her permit under her real name, and she's driving next to a licensed adult. Score one for her.

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Arthur keeps the snark down to "Never driven in a city before?" He's getting too tense to be witty, anyway. He gives directions but doesn't say much else.

Soon, they arrive at the last couple turns. "OK, take this last part slow; I want to get a good look before we pull into the lot."

The building is three stories of boring brick, with a parking lot set back from the street. The lot is almost full.

Arthur briefly but very intensely regrets not paying much attention to what cars his neighbors drive.

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"Just the suburbs," she agrees. "It's not the same, y'know?"

Making it safely to her destination is always a win in Erica's book. She pulls in as slowly as possible, but is careful not to just- slow. She's turning her head to look like she's just lost, just looking for the correct house- nothing to see here, nope, she's not acting suspiciously. (If someone calls the police on them for "loitering" or "casing the neighberhood" she is so screwed.)

Finally they get to the lot, and she she pulls in and parks. Very, very carefully. "You okay? What now?"

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"Now? I guess I find out whether the sweater brigade is smarter than I thought.", he says wryly. As he starts to rise, he stops and continues, "Stay with the car and lean on the horn if someone follows me. I'll give you a wave if the coast is clear. If something goes wrong... better two people captured than three. Do what feels right."

And with that, he's up and moving. Through the lobby doors, up the stairs, check the hallway, and... door. It's closed. Is that a good sign? He thinks it's a good sign.

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Erica stays put, sighing and slumping over the steering wheel. No interesting cars, no interesting people, no nothing.

She keeps an eye out, like he asked, and counts sheep in her head. Wave soon, please, boooored.

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He opens it, looks in and... everything's just as he left it. Guitars leaning against the wall, same magazines on the table, same lights on. A minute of quiet walking later and he's checked all the other rooms as well; everything looks the same, and it's empty. Everything's fine.

He slides open the balcony door and waves toward the parking lot.

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Yes! Something to do! Erica immediately trots inside. It takes her a couple of minutes of thought to figure out which apartment went with that balcony, but she's eventually at his door. "Clear coast, awesome. Okay, point me at things, we should pack and get going."

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Arthur looks up and says, "Right, grabbing things. I figure we move stuff down to the car now, then try to get Suzy and hit the road. There's a closet in the hall" - he gestures - "with some stuff and a duffel, and the bathroom across from it. Medicine, toothbrushes, sleeping bags, anything else there that seems worthwhile. Guitars should wait. I'm sending off a couple messages, I'll be grabbing things too in a minute. You see the elevator?"

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Erica fetches herself a duffel from the specified location and starts throwing in items. Anything she can find that was on their list, anything she sees she decides is worth taking even if it wasn't. When she's managed to fill up the bag, she grabs it, a sleeping bag and a guitar case. She hefts them, decides it is about at the acceptable weight range of 'as much as I can carry but no more', and kicks another duffel in Arthur's direction.

"I'll take these downstairs. You keep packing, you know where you keep things, I'll start ferrying things to the car."

She heads downstairs. How full is the back of the van? There may be some trunk tetris.

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The trunk isn't huge, but it isn't very full either; most of the band's stuff didn't come in this car. Shouldn't be much trouble, at least not yet.

Arthur finishes his message sending (it's all pretty vague) and shuts the laptop. Now to get a bunch of clothes and cash in a bag. Pack, pack, pack.

(He hasn't relocked the door behind him. And he's not looking toward it at all.)

[marrinikari]

(This was not a very good decision on his part.)

In the hallway, two men appear. They may be recognizable from the group of four in the restaurant.

They enter the apartment, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked and even more pleasantly surprised to find it occupied. "Well, isn't this convenient," the taller one says, almost cheerfully. "Two birds, one stone. We were going to look for you when we finished up here, and you've gone and saved us the trouble."

[against_all_trouble]

The first thing he thinks is Shit. The second is Of all the times to start being over-optimistic.

He turns around, fists clenched. "No, save me some trouble. Where'd you take Suzy?"

(This probably isn't a very good decision either. Not that he's remotely thinking about that right now.)

[marrinikari]

"Why should we tell you?" the man asks, honestly surprised. "You'll be joining her anyway. If we wait long enough, she'll be much better behaved."

The other man looks sour. An observant person might notice a hastily bandaged wrap around his arm. Suzy was not an easy prisoner. "This time, you get the hard part," he tells his friend. "I'm going to go grab their laptops." He heads for the nearest bedroom.

The first man sighs, squares his shoulders, and pulls out what looks like a taser. "You could make this easy," he suggests. "Not struggle. Tell me what you two were planning with your little band."

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"What? We make music. Our biggest plan was to get an album out. You're the evil conspiracy kidnapping people, not me."

[marrinikari]

"You are misusing the power God has given to His faithful. 'Just an album,' indeed. The things you could do with an album like that... You think He gave us this power so we could sing in dingy restaurants? Manipulate people for our own gain? Blasphemy. Who taught you how to invoke His power?"

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"Buddy, before you kidnapped my best friend I had no idea magic existed. Whatever we did, we did accidentally, on pure" - Oh, this is a bad idea. - "God-given talent! Now give me back my friend and butt the fuck out of my life unless you want to see what I can do when I'm actually trying!"

Is this pure bravado? Probably. It's not like Arthur knows what he can do any better than this other guy does.

[marrinikari]

"Liar! For centuries this power was reserved for His faithful, and now suddenly heretics like yourself 'happen' to find it? No, no, you're doing something, we'll find out what-"

[sing_for_the_tears]

-and he'll just have to wait on that, because now he's probably distracted by a large blow to the head.

Erica might not have gotten involved, honestly. She thought about running, just for a second. But she wasn't all that quiet about coming into the room, and if the suited guy had spotted her, she gives herself better odds with Art than without him. So, she grabbed the nearest object (an empty guitar case, as it happens) and slams it over the suited man's head.

[marrinikari]

This move does not, despite Hollywood's many promises, successfully knock the guy out. But it's a large, heavy object, and Erica in a panic opted for 'force over subtlety' so it certainly knocks him over, and the wind out of him. This becomes obvious when he attempts to gasp something out, and manages only a pained wheeze.

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Arthur blinks as he switches mental gears. "Nice timing. Thanks. Right, there's another one, and we need duct tape. Watch this one? Keep him down and stamp on his stomach if he seems like he might catch his breath. Sound good?"

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Erica scrambles. She has a little brother, she knows how to trap someone- she has the guy face down and pinned before she can think too much about it. She plucks the taser from his hand and offers it to Art. "For the other guy," she suggests. "Hurry with the duct tape though? No idea how long I can keep him down." He's a lot bigger than Tommy, that's for sure.

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"Will do."

He steps out into the main room quietly, and carefully makes his way toward the back of the apartment. His brain decides that this is a good time to quote Loony Toons. "Be vewwy qwwiet, I'm hunting sweatews!"

Brain. Shut up, brain. I have more important things to worry about. Like how does a taser work, anyway?

Arthur goes into the hall, shocky ends pointed away from user.

[marrinikari]

From the hallway, sounds can be heard of someone rummaging through Suzy's room.

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"Be vewwy qwiiet!" Oh, shut up. But he does. Door's open enough to slip through, and...

Arthur darts forward, sticks the taser to the back of the man's neck and pushes the button.

BZZZT!

[marrinikari]

This also fails to helpfully knock the intended victim unconscious. Today is not a good day for Hollywood's sneak attack trustworthiness. But what the taser does do is cause him to fold up on himself, screaming in pain. And in the process, he manages to slam his head quite firmly on Suzy's desk on the way down.

That, as it turns out, is enough to knock him out.