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Noam Pikelny's Universal Favorite Album Out March 3 Along with A Tour That Ends in Nashville

On March 3, banjoist Noam Pikelny – considered by many to be the finest of his generation, will release Universal Favorite, his Rounder debut.  While Pikelny, a seven-time Grammy nominee best known for his work as a founding member of Punch Brothers, has three previous solo efforts,  Universal Favoriteis truly his solo debut. The new release features only the man himself. He recorded the album…

[oneletterwrites]

I just can’t wait!

Uh another song fic? Based off this post by @sanders-specs. I know tiny Roman was mentioned, but big ol’ sassy Roman is the muse that got me. Some of the lyrics are changed though to fit along.

Roman just making a standard musical announcement about how great he is and how great he will be. Annoying Logan in the process is just bonus.

Warning: none that can be thought of

Pairing: None, platonic lamp?

“Let’s go on an adventure!” Roman shouts once he enters the main mind palace. The other’s look at him dumbly. He rushes forward and grabs Patton’s hands excitedly.

“We simply must!” He says and begins to pull Patton along, but his fingers slip and soon he’s running to Virgil who is trying to hide in his jacket on the couch.

“You do know we don’t have to listen to you?” Virgil grumbles at him. Roman scoffs and pulls Virgil’s hood over his head to annoy him. 

“I am a prince of course you do!” Logan snaps his book shut at that, leveling Roman with a semi-mean look.

“You are not the prince of us,” He says plainly. Roman rounds on him a smirk growing on his face.

“But when I’m king, you’ll have to do what I say..” He trails off the idea playing around in his head and growing before any one can stop him. Virgil groans in annoyance and Logan huffs.

“What a terrible attitude to have as a ‘king’,” Logan puts up air quotes at the word.

“You’re shaping up to be a pretty pathetic ‘king’ indeed,” Logan stands to leave. Patton whines at his sour tone. Roman smirks, an idea sparks in his mind as the words register in just the right way.

“Not the way I see it,” He says and snaps his fingers. The lights in the room turn orange and green and red, shadows of large hanging trees line the wall. Random shrubs bursts out of the ground and instruments hang from the ceiling, playing themselves in such a way that resembles a cartoonish version of Africa.

“I’m gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware!” Roman curls his hands into claws and hunches his shoulders like an animal, stalking forward and right into Logan’s face. The logical trait just raises an eyebrow unimpressed.

“Well, I’ve never seen a king of beats with quite so much flair.” Logan grits out through clenched teeth. Roman grabs his hand and twirls him about so he flops back to the chair he once occupied.

“I’m gonna be the mane event, like no king was before,” Roman shimmies back, pointing at Patton who is in a fit of giggles at the sudden array in front of him. Logan groans. With a quick step Roman is standing on the couch with one hand on his chest in a regal manner and head up.

“I’m brushing up on looking down,” He glances to the side where Virgil is trying so hard to not get noticed.

“I’m working on my ROAR!” So Roman stomps his foot close and leans down to practically shout as loud as he can causing Virgil to jerk and fall to the floor.

“Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing,” Virgil hisses in anger at him with a glare to match. Still, Roman can’t help but throw his head back and laugh at the fact he said the proper words to follow. He jumps off the couch and holds a hand out that Virgil grudgingly takes to be helped up.

“Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!” Roman sings proudly, twirling Virgil about. He’d stop but there’s a small amused smile on Virgil’s face that keeps him going.

“You’ve got a long way to go Roman, if you actually think-” Logan begins to say but Roman cuts him off, pinching his cheek.

“No one saying do this,” He mocks and dips out of the way of Logan’s swatting hands.

“Now when I said-” Again Logan is cut off by Virgil who smirking wildly as he ruffles Logan’s hair.

“No one saying be there,” He also ducks low and away from Logan’s anger, going back to rest on the couch but watching with rapt attention.

“What I meant was-” Logan tries to lecture him.

“No one saying stop that,” Roman leans into him, rubbing their shoulders together. Logan pushes him off.

“Look, what you don’t get is-”

“No one saying see here!” Roman belts out the tune with Virgil cackling along with him in the background.

“Now see here!” Patton shouts out with a giggle that is unmatched to anything else. Logan’s face is red with frustration, glaring at them all but his messed up appearance ruins it slightly.

“Free to run around all day!” Patton sings the lyric spinning in a circle that Roman guides him through.

“That’s definitely not happening,” Logan mumbles to himself but his voice is lost under Roman grabbing him by the arm and out of his chair. He forces him to dance as he sings.

“Free to do it all my way!” Maybe it’s rude, but when he dips Logan down dramatically, he drops him. Virgil snorts at the action.

“I think it’s time that you and I arranged a heart to heart,” Logan says through grit teeth, picking himself up off the floor. They all know he doesn’t mean it. Roman slides on his knees behind him, knocking him back but landing in his arms so to not hurt him too much.

“Kings don’t need advice from poindexters for a start,” He gets up and Logan flops back to the floor as he’s dropped yet again.

“If this is where your mind is headed, count me out,” Logan snaps at him, seemingly unaware at what he’s saying. Patton doesn’t bother stopping his laughter.

“Out of service?” He offers and Logan turns a glare to him. Roman is smirking and Virgil hides his laugh in his hands.

“Out of the mind palace, I will not hang about,” Logan puts his hands in his head and gives a pleading look to Patton.

“This child is getting wildly out of wing,” He grumbles. Patton is distracted by Roman taking him and dancing him around the couch. Virgil is playing with one of the drums.

“Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!” Roman voices echoes. He twirls Patton to the couch to creep up around Logan and make him dance again. Logan swats at him but Roman manages to grab his wrists to direct him with the rest of the song.

“Everybody look left!” He calls. Virgil points lazily that way with Patton throwing his arms. Roman uses his hold on Logan to make him turn his head the proper direction.

“Everybody look right!” He does it again, this time Logan shoves him off and almost falls yet again.

“Everywhere you look I’m-” Roman stomps up onto a chair and then up again to pose dramatically on the table with his arms up in his signature pose.

“Standing in the spotlight!” All the lights point to him, illuminating him with a glow.

“No!” Logan’s voice sounds out and the color flies back into the room. The shadows are no longer trees, showing animals of all sorts from profile as they sing the chorus words. Roman jumps down from the table, offering a hand to Logan. The logical trait sighs and glares at him, and yet, he takes Roman’s hand and lets himself be danced about.

“Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!” Roman sings to him with a damn cheeky grin. Patton pulls Virgil up despite his protests and they too start to dance.

“Oh, I just can’t wait to be king!” They kick their legs out like they had practiced this before. Colors flash and the instruments blare.

“Oh, I just can’t waaaaaait …!” Roman drags out the note, smiling and trying to coax Logan into joining. Finally the logical side sighs.

“To be king!” Boldly he sings along with Roman the ending lyric to the song that he has been roped in to. One last note is boomed out and Roman throws his arm wide, making sure to hold onto Logan as he does. The room in an instant is back to normal, no more colored lights or bushes, or instruments hanging from the ceiling. He’s breathing heavy with a large smile on his face.

“Oh that was so much fun!” Patton claps his hands, finally letting Virgil go so he can sit back on the couch and not be involved. Logan adjusts his glasses.

“Fun is not the word I would use,” He quips. Roman manages a laugh though he’s still winded.

“What would you call it then?” He teases. Logan sends him a uneasy look.

“Ridiculous,” Is what he says. The others laugh at that.

“Honestly, you didn’t prepare anyone for that,” He goes on to say. Roman rolls his eyes.

“So you want to.. be prepared.. for next time?” Virgil says from the other side of the couch. There’s a devious smile on his face, one that Roman is quickly matching. Logan notices and promptly dips before any new song breaks out.

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