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jimmy page & robert plant - can't you hear me?

an:  this isn't really an implied relationship story, hence why i didn't put "x"

robert plant.  an eighteen year old that had nothing going for him, except his singing.

he knew he was a great singer; many people told him what a strong voice he had.  yet, nothing seemed to spark up for him.

robert once again sighed, opening the door to his shared flat just to see his best mate, bonzo, drunk and passed out.  the empty bottles of beer gave him the hint.

he ran a hand through his curly blonde hair, shutting the door and heading to his room.  he was at a point where he felt like he wasn't going to make it anywhere.  he'd just be stuck singing the blues with off-beat members and an unattentive audience.  the only people that truly liked his singing were the old men in the back who appreciated it.  the other men just scoffed and said he looked like a fairy, while the girls just wanted to shag him.

at this point, he truly thought he was just an irrational dreamer with too many floral shirts to count. 

he flicked on the radio on his nightstand, followed by one too many shots of vodka.  robert fell asleep disappointed and drunk.  how typical.
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he woke up with the usual headache.  nothing new to him now, considering how empty he felt. 

10:27am.  that was the time.  robert and bonzo would have to work their shift at his parents diner in thirty minutes.  a task he loved so long ago because of the money, but now felt so dreadful.

he walked out of his room, clad in another floral shirt and jeans.

"you ready to leave, john?"  robert asked tiredly.

bonzo had woken up some time earlier.  robert had heard the clattering around.

"yeah, yeah, give me a second."

that second turned into minutes, robert opting to just sit on the worn out couch by now.

bonzo rushed out finally, with his typical bowler hat on.  a laugh following his entrance.

"christ, percy.  bad night?"

"the same, as always."  robert waved him off, dismissing the topic.

bonzo simply shrugged before they both headed out to their small car.

awkward silence was shared between the two.  robert was in a bad mood while bonzo didn't know how to react.  robert had his moments, but never this bad.

"well, something is definitely wrong with you."

"what?  no there isn't."  robert looked over to his friend, a fake face of confusion planted on his features.

"are you giving up?"  bonzo asked, reading robert's mind like an open book.

"no, don't be dumb.  why would i give up?"  robert lied.

"hm, i don't know.  maybe because you're impatient and want your achievements now." 

robert scoffed, he knew bonzo was right.  robert was a very impatient person and always has been.

"maybe you're right.  but, it took you such little time to get to the status you're at."

"hey, you don't find that many good drummers in this area.  if i'm quoting paul."

the conversation was dropped once they arrived to the diner.  both hurriedly getting out and walking to the back room.

business was slow, something robert appreciated today.