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❝It's t w o in the damn morning--- why did you feel the need to bother me now ?❞
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ȯ ;;( justincxse );;
❝It's t w o in the damn morning--- why did you feel the need to bother me now ?❞
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Dick took a small sip out of a plastic cup of water he'd filled up from a water cooler. LexCorp hadn't even allowed him a nice waiting room closer to Luthor's office -- he was stuck on the bottom floor with a member of the press who kept pretending she wasn't taking pictures of him with her phone. It'd been about twenty-five minutes since he'd been told someone would be there to see him, and he'd had enough. Immediately, Dick resolved to take up the matter with the first person that walked past him.
Two minutes later, the person in question happened to be a young Korean man, possibly the same age, if not younger than Dick. The guy had to be a newbie, which meant Dick would have better luck with him -- a newbie would at least try to co-operate.
"Hey, excuse me ... got a minute?"
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"Dude sick jacket!"
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No one knows Justin sings. At least, that’s what he thinks. He’s tried to keep it a secret from mostly everyone because it’s not really what he wants to be known for. Already people think he plays the piano and violin because his father’s Ap- ollo (which isn’t true; it’s because his mother enrolled him into multiple music classes).
So when January invites him for a Christmas duet, he’s shocked, to say the least. Does she know? Or is this a practical joke of some sort?
“Wait—lemme get this straight. You want to sing with me?”
"Well, duh." She was feeling festive, and she wanted to hear the boy sing. She wasn't even sure that he could. But, boy, would it be great if he had mad chops, right?
"Come on, sing with me."