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Mick! Jane!

I'm marryin' 'er! I'm marryin' Vic! *grins ecstatically*

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Moving Through Kashmir || Victoria & Jimmy

Jimmy Page was just your average guitarist. But at the same time, he was a pioneer. Long, curly brown hair that fell in front of his face, never wearing a shirt, but always a jacket. "Zoso" written in stitches across his pants. He practiced every day, and performed almost just as much. 

But today he was just hanging out with his mates. John was sleeping, probably passed out, on the floor, Robert was talking to Maureen on the phone, and John Paul was, more likely than not, as high as a kite. Jimmy, though, was sitting on the couch watching television, Karac sitting on his lap. The young boy's curly brown hair mirrored Robert's, and it made Jimmy with he had kids of his own, for a moment. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Unafraid that any Zeppelin fans would just knock and wait, he playfully pushed the young boy off his lap, got up and went to the door. Waiting until he heard footsteps walking away, Jimmy swung the door open and said, "Hullo, miss? May I help you?" 

When she turned around, Jimmy's eyes grew wide and he leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms in front of his chest. It was all he could do to keep himself from telling her how pretty he thought she was. "I'm Jimmy. And you are?"