A continuation of this new, three part mousy adventure. Honestly... why spoil anything, hope you enjoy it

Musicians Big Break Part 2
I’m dead, I’m dead. Res grimaced, the words pulsing through his mind again and again, buried in feline scent, pressed into the fur of Jack’s chest. He could feel a sped heartbeat below, hear sounds of a world larger than him out and around. The mouse glanced up, he could see the cat’s sleek neck and pointed jaw, just about make out the ebony disks of the cat’s dark glasses above as the head moved.
The feline paused, exhaling a breath “almost there…”
Res wasn’t sure if the cat was talking to him, or himself. While he hadn’t known the cat long… outside of a predator and prey relationship, what little he’d seen of the cat had been fairly relaxed and loose. The sheer tension in the gigantic cat’s frame was a sharp contrast. He’d never seen the cat meaningfully clothed before either. But here he was in a snug leather outfit… without pockets.
He could make out a hydraulic hiss, before a wash of cooler air billowed down at him and the sky above the cat’s head was replace by grey squares set in white frame.
“Oh, hey Jack” a voice made its way through the garment “club isn’t open yet, but, going by the case…”
“Is Roxie here?”
“Roxie is busy Jack”
Above, Res could make out a scowl touching the face of the cat “Just tell her I want to see her. If she says so I’ll go”
“alright… alright, wait here” Res listened carefully, hearing a heavy gait moving off.
“Who’s Roxie?” Res whispered sharply
He saw an ear flick above, before Jack sighed, feeling to the base of his muzzle, adjusting his glasses “hopefully one of the few cats in this town who’ll give me any of their time”
Res nodded mutely. He hadn’t had the opportunity to see it, but Jack had been wandering around for a while.
A long moment passed before the voice returned “Best make it quick Jack. She’s upstairs”
“Thanks Ben” Jack noted tersely, walking again. Res felt the heartbeat under him rise further.

“Jack!” the voice that finally brought the new journey to a halt was, sweet. Res found he liked it, high, melodic… dangerously purring. Suddenly though, he felt himself compressed as a weight slammed to him from the outside, and above he saw an arm fling around Jack’s neck
“Roxie… please” Jack’s voice was a touch frantic, a paw feeling up to where Res was from the outside.
An amused, questioning little yowl escaped the new cat, before Res felt a singular point jab at him “what’s this… jack, you don’t have, the C word… right?”
“Can we sit down, please?” Jack muttered
“Oh sure, sure…” Roxie sighed, and soon Jack’s body, lurched downward. A zip sounded, and Res’s confines were invaded by a paw which tugged him out into the world.
The room around them was, dark. Low lighting, jet black furniture, a long bench of a table in the far corner with bottles above it. A deep purple rug sprawled on most of a dark oak floor. All making the new feline, when his eyes found her, stand out.
Maybe it was his angle, held up in Jack’s paw rather than seeing her from ground level, but her beauty struck him more than the innate danger. Her fur looked so fluffy, pristine white, soft green eyes and a pink nose cutely buried in her face. Her body was sleek and lithe, her ears nicely angled and pert. Strands of hair, bright pink dyed, trailed down across her visage drawing more of his attention to her face. The eyes widened a bit… he would even call her adorable… but then they narrowed, he saw the familiar angling of whiskers… right, cat.
“For me?” she smiled sweetly to Jack, but, already Res saw her body rolling on dark couch opposite Jack, clawed fingers sweeping up for him, dominating his view with, cute little pink pads… which were looking bigger by the second.
Jack’s other paw moved between him and the reach, moments before she could grab him.
A pondering mew escaped her, before she flopped back into the couch, and the walling paw sank. A lot of the playful edge was gone from her eyes as Res met them again, the feline sat back, arms folded across her chest, assessing him, looking through him. She sighed.
“Jack…” her eyes flicked to the cat “really? This is why you’re here? I mean I figured you wanted some nights out of me, but if you’re going to bring a mouse, at least make it a bribe. Preferably with syrup”
“Roxie… give me a chance, come on…” Jack ran his free paw to his whiskers “this isn’t just a gimmick, he’s got something”
Her eyes flicked to Res again “uh, huh… Jack, you’ve thought you were onto something before”
Jack opened his mouth to speak before Roxie cut him off “but it’s different this time” she deepened her voice while speaking, then cocked her head at him.
The cat sighed “I mean, it can still be true”
The white cat brushed her hot pink hair from her face, offering a thoughtful look “Look Jack, I’m busy today. You know I’ve got a lot of time for you, heck, you and Charlie and Rex and… what’s his name, you guys gave me my start, but I practically own this club now. I’ve got commitments” she rested her head in one paw “so… look, here’s a choice. If you really, really think this mouse is going to catch my attention… fine, I’ll push some stuff off, I’ll listen. But if you’re wasting my time… then this is the last time. Other option, you drop this, and we both go about our day… preferably with you leaving the mouse”
Jack glanced to the mouse on his paw for a moment, Res staring up… a weight setting in his stomach.
“Listen to us, please”
Roxie looked at them levelly for a moment, before shrugging, bouncing up from her chair “ok… fine, you know where my studio is. I’ll go talk to my guy, I’ll be up”
Just like that the, terrifying feline sauntered off, leaving Res clutching his chest. Heady relief as he shot the cat above a grateful look.
Jack almost looked like he was chewing on something, looking off, before sparing a look to the mouse in his paw “you didn’t think I’d just hand you over, did you?”
Res felt a pang, averting his eyes from the cat’s as the whole body eased up, fingers rising to keep him contained “I wouldn’t put it like that. Guess I just, realised I wasn’t as confident of your priorities as I wanted to be”
“Promise is a promise mousy” Jack rolled a shoulder, padding to a short little staircase in the back corner of the room, it led up into a dark space. A much smaller room, machines larger than the cat, a glass wall looking onto a, decidedly bare, white walled room. A separate door, Jack grasped to enter the brighter space. The room had only a few seats, some tall, black mechanical arms with devices on the end that Res didn’t have names for.
“So… who is this, Roxie…?” Res mumbled as Jack sat down, resting the mouse to his leg, paws devoting to unpacking his guitar case
“She was a cute little fangirl of ours back in the day. Talented though. She does like… pop, I think they call it? Hasn’t quite hit it like we did, but I guess it’s a different scene. Charlie… he was big on smaller artists. Before every show, he wanted some local talent he’d never heard of on stage” The cat grunted “some idiots thought he just wanted us to look good by comparison, but. Charlie didn’t think that way. Roxie was one of those, and it was a real kickstart for her, I guess”
Res exhaled faintly “I mean, if I was her size…”
Jack chuckled weakly, resting his guitar on his legs, a paw fetching Res, placing him on the end of the instrument, before adjusting his dark glasses “Guess even mice are drawn in a little… she’ll draw you deeper than you want”
“Oh, don’t worry about that” Res muttered “she’s terrifying”
A scamper of paws rose up towards them, before the bright white cat slipped through the darker room to join them, tugging a chair to the far wall, propping herself against it “right… no offence meant, but let’s keep this quick. I wasn’t joking about being busy”
He drew in a slow, reassuring breath, putting focus on the distant feline. The focus faded. He’d not noticed. There was a set of small, brown legs and a long tail so like his own poking between two of the pristine fingers. Her paw lifting to her mouth, a moment of silence, a slight slurp that carried, so well in the textured room, before her paw dropped. Res, couldn’t look away, seeing the thrashing lower body of a mouse, before a bright pink tongue slid out along one side, curled to the rump, dragging the unfortunate soul past the light lips, to a world of slime and teeth. Below the cute pink nose, equally hued feet and a tail thrashed frantically for dear life, slowly drawn in, sinking below the soft lips.
“Roxie…” Jack’s voice echoed above, lingering with simple disapproval.
The white cat rolled a shoulder. Her muzzle tipped, and a ripple ran the fur of her throat before a sigh escaped past her lips. For a brief moment, Res’s staring eyes glimpsed her razor teeth, the soft pink abyss beyond. Empty.
“You guys got me craving mouse…” she answered simply “Going to show me what you’ve got?”
Under his feet, Res felt the stir of music, vibrating up the instrument, surrounding him with it. The sense of shock, melted away in the new air, a certain, hardness stirring in his chest. He had to, make his voice heard… wasn’t that the whole point? He closed his eyes a moment, giving thanks to the nameless mouse… he, would use them as inspiration. He shot a look up to Jack, the cat watching him carefully. He gave his, partner a nod, and the cat obligingly ran is claws along the strings with more, gusto.
The words came to him… he barely needed to memorise them. He stared at the distant white cat who… would have as happily swallowed him to a digestive fate. The words might as well have been his own, his feelings drew them forth. He watched her face, the twitch of her ears as he threw his voice into it. Even here, it was… thrilling how alive he felt to practically shout out the words, caged only by the melody… he had, Jack at his back, he could do anything… he, felt it in that moment.
The hum in the wood below, finally stilled, and the mouse’s words reduced to gentle panting. The feline had barely moved while watching them. That same, keen assessing look in her eyes as she’d had before.
“So?” Above Jack’s voice asked the simple, lingering question. Across the room, Roxie’s ear twitched
“Can we have a word, just you and me, Jack” she rose from her chair “your little mouse will be safe in here, yeah?”
“Just me?”
“If I’m talking business, I’m talking with you, yeah” she flicked her fluffy tail, padding from the room.
“That’s fine… I think” Res mumbled, as Jack carefully placed his guitar down “why, doesn’t she want me there?”
“I don’t know” Jack shrugged “It’s probably nothing bad… maybe, since I guess you’d be… technically my property or something…” Jack rubbed to his jaw “maybe that would… not be nice for you to hear? I’ll fill you in”
Res nodded mutely. Right. This, was the world of cats after all. This was about money to the felines. He knew nothing about any of that “I don’t mind avoiding, looking at her anyway… considering… well”
“Yeah, I get it… I’ll be right back” Jack stood, and hurried for the doorway, sparing his guitar and mouse a look. Similar but different, he found himself noting… maybe that was Roxie’s take too…

Jack adjusted his glasses. They were fine but, he couldn’t keep his paws still, sitting straight on the chair opposite a sprawling Roxie. She had chosen a chair that looked more like a beanbag with a few extra stitches.
“Still always wear those dark, dark glasses inside” Roxie noted idly
“Yeah… light sensitivity is a bitch” Jack looked off for a moment
“So, the mouse is better than I expected, I’ll give you that. I can see why you like him”
“He is, right?” Jack’s mood turned, a grin taking his muzzle “can you believe he was just, like, living amid the boxes of the band’s old instruments… fate is funny right?”
“Yeah…” Roxie brought a paw to her face, licking briefly along the fingers “it’s a no on him though”
“Wait, why?” Jack’s smile ebbed
“Oh Jack…” Roxie sighed, head tilting back “He’s got some potential, but he’s not that good. Also, he’s so quiet, and high pitched. Sure, I can give him a little mic, but it never sounds the same out a speaker, I swear” she rolled a shoulder “and his act is so static…”
“Maybe he was just frozen stiff” Jack added snippily “you did that thing with a mouse on purpose, didn’t you”
“Of course, it was on purpose” Roxie fixed him with a sharp, narrowed look “come on Jack, you love thinking about the old days. Turn those gears back. Have you ever had an audience that wasn’t eating mice?”
“I…” Jack opened his mouth, a response was on his lips but, ebbed
“You probably weren’t paying attention to such a trivial, every day detail, right?” She flicked the pink bangs from her face “I run this club, Jack… we sell live food, even the dull eyed little squeakers are popular. Cats like to sway and let loose, and give into their emotions. Little squirmy snacks on the tongue goes paw in paw, come on”
“Well so what?” Jack folded his arms to his chest
“So, if your mouse lost his voice to see a mouse eaten in his audience, he’d be useless to me, wouldn’t he? That wasn’t the test he failed”
“You want him running about on stage?” Jack grunted
“You’re not getting me” Roxie cocked her head “it’s deeper than that. I loved your band, I really did, but the times have moved on. That sort of static, slow stuff just isn’t in right now. Maybe it’ll come back, who knows, but I’m telling you. That sort of soul music, it’s out of style, it’s old fashioned, it’s not hip… I mean, soul is…” Roxie trailed off, her ears suddenly perking, a grin taking her muzzle. The feline springing up to her paws, gesturing her fingers in little pointing motions in the air.
“Oh, oh, Idea, idea” she grinned “Actually, this is perfect… Oh, I’ve been looking for a new statement piece, put my club back in the spotlight”
Jack perked a hopeful ear, earning Roxie’s eyes again
“Ok… so” she giggled “look, scrap the cat and mouse act… I’ll give you like, a steady gig for… I dunno, six months, we can iron that out, but you let me use the mouse for a piece”
Jack’s face showed the blank confusion her words left him with as his mind tried to process. Roxie was already looking away from him, pacing back and forth, her tail lashing
“You want me, to not perform with him, because you want to?” he hazarded
“Just the one time… can he play a guitar? I wonder if you can teach him the basics…”
“Just once?” Jack frowned “then why not let me perform with him after that? I think he brings something unique”
Roxie paused to shoot him a sly grin “because I’d give that mouse the show of his life” her tail gave a few sharp flicks, as she poked out her tongue at him “real one night only event…”

Res frowned faintly up to the towering form of Jack, sat on the kitchen table in the cat’s home. It wasn’t common to see the cat so animated, feeling through a stack of papers
“I can’t play an instrument” Res noted to the air “We don’t… have those”
“Yeah… I know” Jack frowned for a moment “I’m getting something made for you though… guess it’ll mostly be like, a prop. You wouldn’t have time to master it anyway. Might teach you how to look the part”
The mouse pawed to his face. Jack had been in such a funny mood since they had quietly left the club of that Roxie cat. All in all, he’d been happy not to be before her muzzle again. And yet, the next steps seemed so, sudden.
“I’m really not comfortable with this” Res objected, folding his arms. He’d already agreed though, sort of.
“I get that…” Jack mumbled, placing a few sheets down before the mouse “these are, like, the contract she was putting together. Said we’ll get a draft of lyrics for you to learn soon”
“And this will be good for us?” Res hazarded
“Should…” Jack rolled a finger down the sheet, tapping to one spot. Res, to his displeasure, wasn’t good enough at reading to understand most of the words on the page “right here… It’s, not got you playing with me, but I’d get a steady gig for a while, decent pay, all that. We could still work on, playing together here. Maybe, if it works out, I can push you a bit harder, or, we try somewhere else, with some momentum”
“And all I have to do is perform with her once?” Res hazarded
“Just once” Jack pawed to his muzzle “Roxie is… a professional, it’s a performance. If you can focus on the music you might even have a good time”
“Damn it…” Res dwelled on the offer he’d been told. One night performing with Roxie for whatever reason she had, and Jack got his ‘gig’ which as Res understood meant the cat would be given those shiny tokens of value the cats used as a trading mediator. Mice didn’t have currency, but the concept was easy enough to grasp for him, even if his mind just, didn’t think that way. His kind dealt in goods and favours. He did a favour for the cat… he got to stay here, the cat could afford to keep the nest and keep him safe. So went Res’s reasoning as he grudgingly accepted the future
“You can back out” Jack noted slowly “But, the contract here, has a clause…” he felt a finger lower “compensation to be paid if either party withdraws”
Res exhaled a slow breath “So… what exactly will I need to do?”
“Not completely sure” Jack rolled a shoulder “Roxie has an idea, and she’s running with it. She won’t tell me anything. But…” he rubbed along his whiskers above. The hesitance in the cat very plain to the tiny mouse seeing his small movements telegraphed on such a massive scale “you’ll pretty much be a prop to her. I think you’re going to get some solos, but it’s her show. She thinks you’ll make her look good… she thinks you’ll draw in a bigger crowd, I suppose”
“So, it’s not really about my performance… it’s because I’m a mouse” Res looked off. A mouse… just a mouse to a cat. To felines, mouse meant food and plaything. He didn’t want to be alone with a cat who saw him that way. Jack felt… different enough “A performing mouse” he added darkly
“Well… kinda” Jack shrugged slightly “Sometimes you just need to shoulder through stuff, though. It’ll probably be exciting, and she’s, like, got a really good voice, you’ll get to see her show from right up close, that’s something”
Res couldn’t help it, a faint, but gentle grunt on the edge of a laugh burst from his mouth, the mouse shaking his head “I, wouldn’t have thought of trying to silver line it like that…”
“Anyway” Jack muttered as he sat himself at the table, watching Res with sharp eyes “I really appreciate you doing this. Been such an ordeal trying to find somewhere where people will hear me in this damn town…”
Res averted his eyes from Jack, a, strange, tightness in his chest… the cat sounded so, sincere. He looked along his paws for a moment, flexing the digits “sure…” he mumbled “and, I guess… thanks to you too” he noted the cat’s ears perk a little, inquisitively “for… being the first cat to see me, differently” the mouse fumbled through his thoughts. “Never had someone like you see value in me beyond a snack or something”
The ears dipped some, Jack turning his eyes from the settled mouse “yeah… well…” he trailed off “let’s save the sap for the music, eh?” he turned his head back a light smile now on his briefly troubled features “one thing… kinda want to practice with you is like… your balance. Roxie moves, a lot… a whole lot. Flexible kitty. Not sure whether she’ll be grasping you in her paw or, perching you somewhere but… you’ll need to not fall”
The mood, turned, and Res felt himself drift back to weary dread of the coming event “great, another thing to worry about” he sighed “alright… better prepared than dead”

A day passed, a day of wobbling and desperate clutching as Res found himself spending a disconcerting amount of time on a moving feline paw, clutching to fingers for dear life as it rose and fell, or trying to keep low when it swung to the side lest air resistance alone throw him into empty space.
The following morning the cat received a package in the morning, which he spent an hour silently reading before presenting Res with what little lyrics they were being offered. Mostly, a set of guidelines as Jack put it. A string of music they had to fit their words to, and within. A couple of themes from the previous section she’d be singing. Left to their own devices to figure out how to fill the gaps.
Res spent some time during more balance training considering how he wanted to approach the performance. In his mind, aware he’d be facing cats. Lots of cats, in the paws of one he didn’t like all that much and barely held any trust for. His parents had been fond of the expression, to trust someone as far as you could throw them. Amid his clan, it had meant to offer only a little trust to even a fellow mouse, and never, ever trust a cat. He’d crossed that line a fair amount already. Still, how was he to sing to these cats? He wanted to channel the flickering anger in his chest, the feeling of how… unfair life felt. When he tried to put it into words, he felt with increasing, clarity, that jealousy was a large part of it. The cats seemed similar in some ways, but they lived such a.. nicer life. He didn’t want to go too hard, he didn’t want to insult, anger the cats he was being left in the grasp of. But, that whole, emotional theme was the thing that inspired his voice. Perhaps, he mused as he hugged around Jack’s thumb when the paw twisted, he could focus on, how he pined for a life where he could just be, safe. What little he got from Jack’s description, the song Roxie was singing was about a sense of progress and progression and change. Maybe he could tap into that… even if he was meant to be contrasting in some way.
The next day, Res woke lazily on, what was becoming his new bed. The top of one of the cardboard boxes where He’d pulled his blanket. The brown papery stuff was, actually surprisingly comfortable, and despite some concerns, he trusted he’d not be swept up for Jack’s breakfast. Whether he’d feel the same when the feline’s fridge was empty was another matter. But this morning felt, different. He stirred under a creeping sunbeam, sitting, stretching and crawling out of the light to a darker patch of cardboard to flop down on again while he resisted truly waking. Jack, wasn’t there.
The cat normally slept pretty deeply till it was, even more unavoidably bright. Res perked his ears. No sounds. Not a heavy step, a clink of metal on ceramic, not even the distant tinkle of water. He’d spent some time with the cat, in a situation where the cat’s presence or absence was crucial… he was certain, for some reason, Jack wasn’t in the building.
Eventually he shrugged it off… it was an odd week. Probably nothing. The observation roused him from dozy thoughts all the same, and he scurried to the opposite side of the wide box to a small bowl of those cereal flakes the cat liked. These ones were, stale, but having food so close to where he slept, so regularly was a boon he could normally only imagine.
Distantly as he ate he heard the front door rattle. The sound made him tense like it always did. Paranoia flooded his mind. Was it even Jack, was something going on, should he hide? But he forced himself to stay put… even if he alertly watched the path between kitchen and bedroom for sign of anything worrying.
Jack rounded the boxes, one paw pulling off his distinct dark glasses, the other paw laden with a box. Not especially large, but big enough to poke out from the edges of the paw.
Mouse and cat exchanged a look and a nod, Res letting himself relax a little more
“You’re not normally up that early” Res observed as the cat moved in closer, placing the box down in front of the mouse
“yeah, well… got a message your, uh, guitar was ready”
Res’s tail flicked with, mind intrigue, eyes lingering across the long, wide package… it couldn’t be nearly as big as the box, right?
Jack dropped the glasses by his bed before turning back, claws flicking out, one drawing along a membrane of tape binding the box closed, paws fiddling it open. A pinching set of claws reaching in and bringing out a tiny instrument, placing it gingerly on the cardboard for Res.
The mouse padded closer, forepaws feeling to the… strange object. It was a lot heavier than he expected when he lifted it. Tiny strings rode from one end to the other. Already he could tell it was, not like the cat’s. He’d perched on it enough.
“Doubt it works… much” Jack muttered “if there’s someone who makes, functional instruments for mice, I couldn’t find them, probably hugely pricey too… it’s like, good dollhouse level, had it modified a bit…” he pinched along his whiskers briefly “be careful with it mind… it’s sort of, breakable. Maybe when your performance is done you can smash it on the stage like one of the wasteful twits people call musicians these days…”
Res plucked his claws along the strings. The tone wasn’t great but, it created sounds… closer than, he’d ever had to an instrument. He held it to him as he’d seen the cat do, trying to mimic the position of his paws, turning to face Jack “like this?”
“Yeah…” Jack rested his chin in his paw. There was a weak smile but, it seemed half hearted “looks good on you”
Res plucked his claws along the strings again “sort of surprised you were ok with this…” the cat perked an ear, and Res continued “I mean, you treat that instrument of yours better than you treat yourself. If I’m pretending to play this on stage…”
Jack sighed “I mean, I’m not fond of that… but it’s the look Roxie wants, and I’m ok with that… let’s not question it, ok? It looks good on you” the cat reached closer, Res freezing briefly as the claws, slid to his chest, reaching down, before it pulled up a strap from behind the guitar, the mouse hadn’t noticed “hook this around yourself, pull it good and tight. Wouldn’t want you to drop it, no matter what sort of shaking Roxie puts you through”
“Oh… right” the mouse noted, easing his head under the strap, feeling it, snug to his back “Guess I need to practice, looking the part now, huh?”
“Yeah” the cat reached and lifted his own guitar “try to… I guess, do something like my fingers are… not too fast or… animated. You’ll be so small to the audience they’d not know you’re not playing… but, if you’re moving your paws like a mad thing, anyone who’s even touched a guitar will know”
Res felt his claws along the guitar as the cat began to play… it felt, different not being literally on the instrument, but still the music flowed through him. He let the, feeling it gave him flood through his arms, his legs, to the edges of his fur, trying to copy the cat’s movements, swaying with the music as he did so. He, wanted to join it… that left a pang, being, outside of it. But for a moment he could, almost imagine creating music like that himself.
Jack’s paws, stopped slowly, drawing Res’s eyes “was I doing it wrong?”
A single paw rolled up along the cat’s face base of his thumb rubbing along one eye, then the other. Jack’s head, turned off to gaze into space “no… you were good, looked good” the voice was slow, and just a touch strained “Just, you reminded me of, Charlie for a moment there… back when we were younger he tried the guitar, he, always wanted to learn it but couldn’t seem to get the knack” a weak, shaky smile touched the muzzle of the cat, before he pawed his face again, harder, his voice so quiet, Res struggled to hear “kinda like old fate has given me a chance to be with him again, all small and mousy this time, like that damn old school movie…”
“I’ll, do you proud” Res asserted. It was, a statement that lacked, enthusiasm, his mood tugged too deep along with the feline’s for that, but it was sincere, he realised. He wanted that “I know we’ve… only known each other properly for…” he mused “under a week I guess… but… I’m still unpacking a lot of it, but I… love what you’ve drawn me into. If this, lets you share that, music with others… maybe even other mice… and… lets me, I dunno..” he trailed off “keep living in this surreal dream… I’ll put my all into it… even if I have to be near that, Roxie cat”
Jack glanced back, and the sharp, vivid feline eyes met the soft warm ones of the little mouse. Predator and prey regarding each other for a long, searching moment. Jack pawed along his face again “damn it mousy… I’m here trying to calm down and you’re making it worse…”
“Sorry…” Res trailed off, looking down to the guitar replica in his paws, feeling along the edges of it. It shocked him… how close he felt to the gigantic, mouse eating behemoth sitting across a deadly valley of a drop between boxes and bed. Jack was sitting there like a landscape more than a person. Only last week… he’d have expected that cat’s paw to lead only one place. Down into the deep caverns, where he’d be too small to even leave a mark of his existence. But now… it was all so fast, so confusing. But the music was enchanting.
“Ok…” Jack finally mumbled, drawing his guitar back to position, eyes returning upon the mouse “let’s go again… maybe, if this all works out good, I can actually get someone to make, like, a mouse sized guitar someday… who knows”
“I’d like that” Res smiled to himself, a flicker of an idea to change the mood “then I wouldn’t need to have a partner who might eat me if the fridge is empty and he’s feeling lazy”
“Cheeky little mousy” Jack chuckled slightly, plucking his claws along his guitar “you’ll never be this good. Let’s go”
The music started up again and res threw himself into it… if this Roxie was so big on, display, he’d need to put on a good show.