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[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

On the inside, I'm a poet.

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[thymeline.livejournal.com]

An' on the outside?

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Shake, bad guys, shake.

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

So you claim. Have you ever written any? Poems, I mean. Letting the internal artist out.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Sure. Couple, maybe. Three. Two. Two.

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

Do you remember what they said?

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Ehh...I wrote them a while ago. When I was with Stella, and, y'know... Trying to be more uh, definite defined refined. More refined for her. I uh, don't remember what I wrote...

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

Oh. Of course. Well, whatever they said, I'm sure she appreciated the sentiment.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

She mighta done, if she'd seen 'em.

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

You wrote them for her, but never showed them to her?

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

They weren't exactly great works of art, Fraser. I wanted to improve our relationship, not...shoot it right outta the sky.

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

I'm sure they would have been - to her. We tend to be our own worst critics.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Oh no, Stella's not one to butter anybody's toast. Especially not mine. If she thought they were crap, she'd tell me. That's sorta why I didn't show her.

[fraser-rcmp.livejournal.com]

But you don't know if she thought that... You assumed.

Either way, it really is none of my business. I'm sorry.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm Evel Knievel, Fraser, but when it came to my marriage, even I wasn't willing to risk it.

S'alright. I haven't written one in a while, you know, so maybe I oughta try again. Bentonio Fra-ser and Furface, the Adventures Of. It's an age old classic.

[broadways-bitch.livejournal.com]

I prefer songs to poetry. But I guess it's the same.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Most songs I listen to have uh, music with 'em.

[broadways-bitch.livejournal.com]

Songs are just poetry to music. At least that's always what I've seen it as. I'm an actor, musical theatre *smiles*

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Toe tapping on stage in nothing but a leotard, hah, that's a job. That's... Acting.

[broadways-bitch.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow* That's ballet, love, not Musical Theatre.

I have never worn a leotard.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

*scratches his neck* Capitalized from now on. Gotcha.

[broadways-bitch.livejournal.com]

You should come *smirks* Les Miserables is the best show on West End.

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

Doesn't sound very upbeat. And I don't do musicals.

[broadways-bitch.livejournal.com]

It is, in places. *shrugs a little* What DO you do?

[k-o-w-a-l-s-k-i.livejournal.com]

This and that. That, mostly.

[broadways-bitch.livejournal.com]

Don't much like talking, do you? *raises an eyebrow*