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"Oooh, what about this one?"
Davey jolted in response to the laptop that had just been thrust in front of his face. Blinking a few times, he started to read over the advertisement that Jack had so gracefully presented him with. He looked back and forth from Jack to the screen with an expression that could only be described as resigned bafflement. "Jack, this is a job listing for rap producers."
Jack's eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment before he gave a grand smile. "Of course it is, Dave! 'M just keeping you on your toes."
Davey rolled his eyes in response to the obviously fake explanation, trying to keep the fond smile off his face. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration as he considered their current predicament. He turned to his right to face Jack, who instead of sitting across from Davey at their shared desk, was currently rolling around the room in his desk chair.
"Jack," he said in the same tone that always meant he was currently pondering something. Jack hummed absentmindedly, no doubt scrolling through more job listings, informing Davey that at least he was somewhat listening. "If we're both extremely accomplished NYU graduates, why will no one give us a job?"
"They clearly just don't understand our genius." Jack replied with his typical smug grin, before looking up and noticing the clearly unamused look Davey was giving him. "Uh, but maybe we 'oughta try some other methods? Instead of just looking for jobs, maybe we could make some ads of our own." He amended, trying to come up with a response to make Davey feel a bit better.
Davey let out a dramatic sigh as he dropped his forehead onto the desk. "Maybe…" he said half-heartedly. "but there's no guarantee that people would see it, and we don't exactly have the budget for marketing." Jack didn't say anything in response, but Davey knew that it just meant he was thinking about an alternative. Davey picked at his cuticles as he considered more possibilities.
"Shit, Dave. This could be it.. Look at this!" Davey was almost knocked out of his seat as Jack unintentionally rammed his chair into him in his excitement. He chuckled as Jack shoved the clutter off of Davey's desk to make room for the laptop (what can he say, he's a writer), which he slammed down with a bit more force than was really necessary. Davey read through the first page of the ad and could practically feel Jack buzzing with excitement beside him.
Looking for Producers:
Indie Musician Katherine Plumber is in need of producers to write a commercial jingle for her new product. Follow the instructions below to apply for the job.
"You might just be right, did you read the rest?" Davey said raising his eyebrows and smiling at the excitement visible on Jack's face.
"Nah, but I figured we could go over it together."
"Ok, so it says here that we can sign up for an interview with her agents. To apply though, we need to compose a tune for a product targeted towards teen girls…" Davey explained, scanning through the attached document that held the rest of the info. Momentarily glancing behind himself at Jack, who was currently leaning over Davey's shoulder and reading with him. "They're looking for people with experience in various types of music, can work with different mediums, and are willing to write lyrics."
"Well what do ya know! Doesn't that describe us perfectly?" Jack pointed out, before barreling on without waiting for a response. "We can do that easy-peasy, and we'll get the job no doubt. This could be our shot!"
Davey stood up and started pacing the length of their small office. "We do fit the criteria… but, the instructions are really vague. And we don't know anything about teenage girls." he started pointing out, "And, do you know anything about Katherine Plumber? I've barely listened to her music."
He was torn from his questioning by Jack grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, and Davey squinted suspiciously at the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Dave. Davey. David." affronted by the unusual use of his name, Davey opened his mouth with a rebuttal, but was quickly stopped. "Ay, those are just specifics. Listen, we can work with those instructions, we had professors who gave us less to work with. And I'm sure Medda could help us out if we called. Plus, we can do some research into this lady. We'll be fine."
Davey pursed his lips, mentally running through the pros and cons of this situation. But as Jack stared at him with that fierce determination in his eyes that Davey loved so much, he found it hard to come up with any negatives at all.
He made one last attempt at convincing himself that this was a terrible idea, before deciding that it was an irrelevant variable, and promptly nodding his head. "Fine, we'll-" he started in a serious tone, before being cut off by Jack's gremlin-like laugh that always made an appearance alongside him getting what he wanted. He shook his head and sighed, laughing as Jack did the stupidest victory dance that he had ever seen.
"Y'know, you're awful lucky that you have such a good friend that puts up with your shenanigans, Jack." Davey prodded, wearing a look of faux disappointment on his face.
Jack just gave him his unfairly endearing—partially due to its lopsidedness—grin, "You know you love me." he correctly pointed out, reaching up to put his arm around Davey's shoulder.
Davey jokingly scoffed in response, lightly elbowing jack in the stomach. Jack threw his forearm in front of his face, before dramatically collapsing back into his chair. "You wound me Dave! I bare my soul to you, and you reject me!" he proclaimed, failing to keep the giggles out of his speech.
"Well don't let me stop you," Davey said with his hands on his hips, imitating his mom whenever she was scolding him. "You have a jingle to get to work on, don't you Jackie?"
"Woah woah woah, somebody's forgetting that we have a jingle to work on." Davey watched as Jack quite obviously had just gotten a chaotic idea. "I ain't doin' this without my partner." Jack reminded in his carefully perfected—but still ridiculous—southern accent.
Davey's face dropped in horror. "Oh no- not the cowboy phase. Jackie I can't do that again." he said with a blank stare, suddenly bombarded with flashbacks of Jack's intense cowboy obsession back in sophomore year of college. It had been 3 months filled with a crappy southern accent, Davey being forced into watching countless old western movies, and Jack insisting they try activities like bull riding. Davey shook his head and blinked rapidly, attempting to rid himself of the painful memory.
"I don't know how you put up with that one. Honestly, pretty impressive." Jack relinquished, returning to his thick Manhattan accent.
"You got lucky, I had the roommate switch form already filled out when you finally dropped it." Davey teased, though he would never really consider leaving. "Do you think we should get to work on the jingle though?"
"Oh! yeah, I completely forgot, any ideas?"
"Not one, you wanted to do this, you must have one, right?"
"Absolutely not." Jack replied with confidence. They stared at each other for a minute, before both devolving into giggles.