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Sometimes the charade of being a troubled Capitol citizen got to be a bit much. Oh, he was fitting in quite nicely. Parties, lovers, engagements. And Effie, always Effie, by his side, showing him off, preening and petting and always keeping him from making any awful mistakes.
But today he'd been singing a little song he'd heard while in the shower and he realized, quite suddenly, that he had forgotten his voice. He'd adopted the Capitol accent and now...the way he'd spoken in London was gone. He tried and tried to find it- landing on a Welsh accent, a Manchester, Scouse, even a proper BBC English. But none of those were his voice.
So today John sat, towel round is waist and hair drying naturally into uncontrollable waves, trying and trying to find the vowels that sounded right. And he just kept coming back to the Capitol.
But today he'd been singing a little song he'd heard while in the shower and he realized, quite suddenly, that he had forgotten his voice. He'd adopted the Capitol accent and now...the way he'd spoken in London was gone. He tried and tried to find it- landing on a Welsh accent, a Manchester, Scouse, even a proper BBC English. But none of those were his voice.
So today John sat, towel round is waist and hair drying naturally into uncontrollable waves, trying and trying to find the vowels that sounded right. And he just kept coming back to the Capitol.