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Mar. 15th, 2009 11:57 amThis is going to be pointless to half my friendslist, and possibly not of interest to the other half, but since they're uploaded I may as well post them. I put together a ballad-free mix of BSB and Nsync (and related) songs for a friend for possible use as workout music.
+ Backstreet Boys - 80 meg
+ Nsync - 84 meg
+ JC Chasez - 63 meg
+ Nick Carter - 25 meg
List of all songs in files. rar password = workout
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You know how there are moments/snapshots/mental images in stories that stick with you. I find for me that this can be even more likely in good fanfic, because I'm already so attached to the characters/people, and have clear mental images of them. I was re-reading, and this is one of my favourite snapshots ever. It practically makes me coooo.
Gerard eases the door to the back studio open, then looks back and pulls Frank forward so that he can see. Katie's on the floor in her car seat, wrapped up in a nest of blankets, drooling a little but otherwise looking pretty alert for somebody who's basically just a digestive system. Ray's staring at her with this stupid little smile on his face, playing something soft and slow on his acoustic.
"And that," he says, "that's a diminished seventh, see—" he plays one, note by note and then all together, "- see how that sounds?" Katie burbles and coos, and Ray beams at her. "Yeah," he says, "yeah, and -"
- throw a little sparkle all over it by
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+ Backstreet Boys - 80 meg
+ Nsync - 84 meg
+ JC Chasez - 63 meg
+ Nick Carter - 25 meg
List of all songs in files. rar password = workout
*** * *** * *** * ***
You know how there are moments/snapshots/mental images in stories that stick with you. I find for me that this can be even more likely in good fanfic, because I'm already so attached to the characters/people, and have clear mental images of them. I was re-reading, and this is one of my favourite snapshots ever. It practically makes me coooo.
Gerard eases the door to the back studio open, then looks back and pulls Frank forward so that he can see. Katie's on the floor in her car seat, wrapped up in a nest of blankets, drooling a little but otherwise looking pretty alert for somebody who's basically just a digestive system. Ray's staring at her with this stupid little smile on his face, playing something soft and slow on his acoustic.
"And that," he says, "that's a diminished seventh, see—" he plays one, note by note and then all together, "- see how that sounds?" Katie burbles and coos, and Ray beams at her. "Yeah," he says, "yeah, and -"
- throw a little sparkle all over it by
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