"Cameos are sometimes the best, you don't have to worry about great expectations," he grinned.
Oh right! A band name! They didn't have one of those yet. "We haven't sat down to really name it yet," he said raising his eyebrows. "I bet when we do come up with something it will be totally badass though."
"Exactly. Come in, drop a couple featured tracks on an album, and get out.. and I mean come on, if I was on your album, even briefly, I'm sure you'd see the sales sky-rocketing," Brody teased, grinning back.
"No name yet? Seriously? Naming a band is one of the most important things!"
"Right?" he grinned. "A couple tracks from the Brodski would put us at the top of the pile man," he grinned.
"Which is exactly why we have to take our time in naming said band," he said, trying to follow his own logic. "We can't just name it some rando thing, it might end up being the Candy Corn Snatchers," he grinned.
Brody laughed, rolling her eyes playfully at him. "You know just how to talk to a woman, Sammy. Agree with every word she says. But I guess it's okay, since I'm probably right. Not that I don't think you'll be famous all on your own.. you've got some sick beats, babe."
She couldn't help but laugh again at the Candy Corn Snatchers, scrunching up her nose. "Noooo, don't go with knee-jerk reactions! You're right, a name needs like.. planning. It's a very serious step. I've always thought that if I was going to make a band, I'd have called it Brody Rogers and the Shaky Deals. It's got a ring to it, but it's no experience."
"It works though doesn't it?" he said waggling his eyebrows like a goof. He couldn't help but laugh though. "Thanks little lady, you're not so bad yourself." He was sure if there was one person who would make a name for herself it was Brody Rogers, it was all in the attitude sometimes.
"Ooo... it does have a nice ring to it though. I mean, you pair Brody Rogers with anything and it's going to sound spectacular," he really was shameless sometimes.
Brody laughed, sticking her tongue out at him. "Keep sweet talking, babe. You forget that Marina is my girl, I'm immune to your Ruiz charm," she retorted, smirking. "You're right though. I have to say, as far as little girls with boys names go, I really grew up to luck out."
"You'd think so, but with great practice comes great resistance," she replied, grinning a little at his pout. He was pretty cute when he made that face. Well, cute for her biffles brother and all.
She scrunched her nose immediately at his name suggestions. "I am so not a Michael. Or a Jonathan. Though, I think if I was Jonny, short for Jonathan? I could live with that."
He grinned. "Yeah, I guess," he tried the pout just once more and then laughed. "I used to think Ina and I could take over the world with our pouts," he joked.
He laughed. "Yeah, you're definitely not a Michael," he shook his head. "Though I could see you as like... a Nate or a Danny," he shrugged. "But hey, don't want to mess with a good thing, right?"
"Looks like you'll have to think up another scheme for world domination," Brody replied, laughing. "Though in your defense, I find your pout to be just that extra touch more believable."
Pausing for a moment, seeming to consider this, the red-head nodded. "I could deal with Danny. I really like the name Dylan too, that's kind of boyish.. but like you say, don't mess with a good thing. Or perfection, in this case," she teased.
"That I can do," Brody replied quickly, smiling. She adjusted the bass in her lap, before beginning to strum something out. She wasn't sure what song it was, something she had heard a few days ago; it had been looping around her head since then, and it felt good to get it out. She could barely resist tapping her foot.
Sam let her play out the first bit but once he got a feel for it he couldn't help but drum along. It was great to be playing again and even better to play with a friend. The thing he had missed the most about being at school was having someone to jam with.
Although Brody did so love to assert her independence in the music department, jamming with people was still one of her favorite things. She might have shied away from the idea of a band full-time, but there was still something about the way all of the sound came together, blending and working. It always gave her shivers.
When she had played out the entirety of the song, she held her hand over her strings, lifting her head to grin over at Sam. "Intense, bro."
"Tell me about it," Brody sighed, shaking her head. "I really thought I was going to die when I was stuck home all that time. I didn't have anything to do at all. Talk about dull.. plus my brother was being a complete douchenozzle the entire time."
"It was too quiet," he nodded. "No douchenozzles," he grinned. "Well... until I woke up the morning after my new years eve party to find some lovely art work and hung over kids all over my house. I woke them up by pelting them with cereal and sometimes the entire box," he laughed. "Did you make it to my party?" he asked. "I didn't see you there."
"I was around for a bit," Brody replied. "I left kind of early though, one of the friends I went with started puking and I couldn't deal. I just went home and hung out with my sister for a bit. She was babysitting our cousins," she added. "Sorry about that puke, by the way, if you were the one who had to clean it up."
He laughed. "It's alright," he shrugged. "There were plenty worse things to clean up than puke," he scrunched up his nose.
"Sounds like a pretty mellow night," he nodded. "Must have been nice," he laughed. "I had fun, don't get me wrong but we had to bust our asses to get that place spotless the next morning," he grinned.
"Ugh, I can only imagine," Brody replied, shaking her head. "You were a real sport to put it on, hun. I can only imagine the crap you went through.. probably literally in some cases. Pretty awesome of you guys," she mused, smiling.
"And it was pretty mellow. We just snuggled up with the dogs and watched the Space Needle fireworks on tv."
He grinned. "Yeah," he shook his head. "I'm surprised we didn't get in trouble. We had just finished taking care of things when my parents rolled into the drive way."
"That sounds nice," Sam leaned back in his chair. "Fireworks are always my favorite and we didn't even get any at my house. Someone had switched to the Time Square countdown and then some, oh man... some blonde chick assaulted me with her tongue," he laughed.