[144.98750] Waking the dead

[swordfishtrombones]

[It was 4:30AM, that ungodly hour before the crack of dawn -- when anyone with any sense would be burrowed under their blankets, safe from the cold, harsh reality of the outside world.]

Good moooooorning, gentlemen! And especially ladies ♥

Back by popular request, it's your favorite morning power tune! "The Black Handkerchief of Happiness!" Sing along!

[What followed was a skilled (but nonetheless LOUD) violin ditty. It was accompanied by Brook singing along with the screeching, pounding melody line, seemingly as obnoxiously as possible. One could try to sleep through it, of course... if it ever ended.

suffer]

♪ Oh, White Handkerchief
Don't let him find you!
Run awaaaay! ♪

Comments

[dorkypantsuit]

Hey, not that I mind, but uh, most people are trying to sleep right now, you know?

[swordfishtrombones]

But haven't you noticed? We only have 480 hours (plus or minus setup time) to prepare for our next performance!

[How is he playing and having a conversation at the same time? He's a pro.]

This isn't the time to dream leisurely dreams of six whole hours a night!

[dorkypantsuit]

[He feels like arguing with Brook about something like this will be pointless.]

Maybe you should leave those kinds of worries to the department heads.

[swordfishtrombones]

You think it should be five a night? Coincidentally, that's how much I sleep now! I got up a half hour early, just for all of you. Yohohoho!

[It probably was pointless]