dear_mun | baby i've got a few choice words

Aight, so I have to clear my good name on a couple've things. I love being in high demand, but I'm only one muse, ya know? I'm on the times, I'm hip, I'm chill, but for every heart that calls for the perfect rhythm and the most eloquent line to woo your sweetheart is followed but another eight hundred of 'em.

We're not talkin' just a few inspired poets out to make history. Oh no, everyone and their dog is texting sonnets these days. It's really a beautiful hobby and, boys and girls, you ain't gonna have a bigger fan than me!

"My Girl." The Temptations? Totally one of mine. Who hasn't slow danced awkwardly in a school cafeteria to that one?

And Barry White practically has me on speed dial.

Oh, and I will totally own up to "Hit Me Baby One More Time." Don't pretend that wasn't a hit. Catchy and to the point.

But if you think for half'a second I had anything to do with "Blurred Lines" or Taylor Swift then you're looking at the wrong minor deity. They might have a few answers for you downstairs.

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You can't tell me you and Thalia didn't team up for this version though: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTONHKtTX0o

Edited (Forgot to actually link it.) 2014-01-14 06:29 (UTC)

I could, but that'd be heavy on the side of dishonest.

That was a good night.

Oh great, mus for a muse...muse-ception? IDK

I D K

I think it's a pretty good deal. After all, I've gotten pretty good at this whole "being the source of inspiration" thing.

Inspiration out of inspiration.

We're falling in a vortex of awesome, that's basically what I'm gettin'.

Weren't we already there?

Taylor Swift, perhaps- but I know 'Bootylicious' was one of yours, dear Lady.

[And that thing was INESCAPABLE. He knows, he tried! Though admittedly there were fringe benefits.]

You could say I inspired it in more ways that one.

Something I can't find surprising in the least, but I've ever been a fan of your manifold charms. [Hey, Herc don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind.]

Lyrics may be a bit brazen these days, but it's still a pleasure to see how far your influence has expanded. So much better than a hundred or so years ago when prudishness was still all the rage, eh?

[Cassandra stares. Her deep-set, dark eyes, like blackholes, really, unblinking as she...stares. Silence never really bothers her, so she feels no pressing need to say anything. Not at first. But after a minute or an hour--does it really matter which?--her lips part and she allows for one word.]

Me.