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Who: Marty McFly and [insert your character here]
Where: The Plaza
When: From Wednesday through the end of Curse #36 {Your choice
Status: OPEN TO EVERYONE! C'MON DOWN!

[When Marty first heard about being "cursed" in the Bubble, there was this feeling of uneasiness at the back of his throat he couldn't ignore. I mean who wouldn't? When he thinks of a curse, he thinks of seven years of bad luck with a dead-end scenario he can't escape from. Wait a minute...

But he swallows that uneasiness whole and continues to press on. That is until he butts heads with said curse by being glued onto some stranger earlier in the week.

Now there is an air of caution he carries along when venturing about but Marty ain't scared of being stuck on another person. That would just be silly. Inconvenience sure but not enough to push him off the deep end to saturate his body with oil, wrapped whole with saran wrap. He just has to be a little careful about where he is walking.

What better way than going carefully headfirst into a highly populated area? The operative word here being carefully. He's got a plan. Play his "guitar" by the fountain side (really a broken guitar he was able to pick up from the garbage side that is still out of tune) or staring at the different chotchkies from the various shops around here.]

Comments

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[Hah, he should be the one apologizing! Sometimes he doesn't get that these references have a tendency to go over people's heads. This is just Marty getting too caught up in the moment.]

The whole thing? Sure. I can try but let's try something a little more simple. This might be a difficult to follow because-- you know...

[He looks down at his wounded guitar then looks back at Sufferer with a 'you know what I mean' kind of expression.]

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer nods and offers his own guitar.]

Would you like to try mine?

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[Marty doesn't have to think twice about this one.]

Yeah! [Setting his 'older' one to the side.]

[onlyasign]

[With a tiny, half-smile, Sufferer hands it over.]

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Alright.

[He grabs for Sufferer's guitar, making sure he doesn't touch any part of his hand. Teaching someone how to play guitar while stuck to each other can get a little sticky.]

This [Strums the guitar] may be an obvious choice but trust me on this one- keep practicing this and it'll be smooth as ice from here on out.

[And without further ado, Marty begins to play Sweet Home Alabama. It might be unrecognizable to Sufferer but hey--now's your chance to learn about good ol' Earthian rock'n'roll.]

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer knows a little bit about Earth music, but he's never heard this song before. He listens intently, realizing that Marty plays much, much better than he does, and is pleased when he recognizes one of the chords he uses. Beyond that, it's just a fun song, and he finds himself tapping his toe to it.]

What's this song called?

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[He rests his arms.]

Never heard of 'Sweet Home Alabama'?

[onlyasign]

I'm sorry, I don't know what an Alabama is.

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That's ah-- Actually let's save that for later. But did you catch the chords I was using?

[onlyasign]

D? And... C?

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Yeah, that's it.

[Learning the guitar is a long process. Well, you can say that about any discipline. But hey! They got all the time in the world, right?]

Looks like you got the basics down for the most part. Want to give it a shot?

[withoutasign]

[A process made more daunting by robotic hands that have to learn everything over again!]

Yes. I'll try it.

[He looks at Marty expectantly. Teach him, sensei.]