Love is

[twoscompany]

Who: Garnet, Pride members, OPEN
What: Garnet is trying to write a song based on her memory regain. It works as well as you'd expect.
When: The week after the party
Where: The Cosmic Indulgence penthouse/Pride studios (Pride members only), out and about in the city (OPEN)
Warnings: An annoyed keytar mom

Pride Penthouse/Tower

[She had an idea. Even if it made no sense and filled her with worry and confusion and fear. The feelings she'd felt - continued to feel - about the visions she had of those two people she kept seeing in her mind, her thoughts, her dreams...it would make a great single. Maybe even the greatest song she ever wrote. It could be a dancing song. She could feel it in her bones that it is the right thing to do, to write about what she had experienced.

Yet when she tries? Nothing comes out. Nothing can be put on paper. As the week goes by, the wastebaskets all over become more noticeably full with crumpled paper and pens having run out of ink. And coffee cups. Lots and lots of coffee cups. Garnet, meanwhile, becomes more and more grumpy as the week progresses. And what to show for it?

Its frustrating. Its as if what she's thinking is...indecipherable for song. Inconceivable. Unacceptable. Music is what she does, so why can't she do this?]

Out and About

[She needs some air. So she goes to get some. Maybe she's walking around the town, maybe she's sitting at a cafe, or on a park bench with a notepad. But she's around, and on occasion there's a paparazzi trying to sneak and get a picture of her. She definitely seems intense. Moreso than usual.

Probably a good reason to go bother her, right?]

Comments

Out and About

[yellowcopycat]

[Garnet isn't the only one being hounded by the paparazzi. Ryouta is being followed as well. At first glance it seems as if the blond is taking it in stride. Every smile had a bit extra pazzaz in it, as if he's expecting his picture to be taken at every second. If one looks closer one can see there's a tiredness to around his eyes. As if he's just resigned to this fate

He finds Garnet at the park, he gives her a genuine smile]

Mind if I sit? I've been on my feet all day.

[twoscompany]

[Garnet, on her part, is also tired, though sadly, she doesn't reciprocate the smile. Actually, she seemed more frustrated than anything, not exactly in the mood to smile.

Nevertheless, she gestures to an empty spot on her bench.]

Its a free country.

[yellowcopycat]

Thanks!

[He sat down with an large sigh and set his messenger bag at his feet. After a few moments of being quiet he looked over his shoulder, sighed again at the photographers and looked back over at Garnet?]

They bothering you?

[twoscompany]

As per usual. Waiting for another member of the Pride to go berserk and punch them.

[IT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA RIGHT NOW, UNFORTUNATELY.]

You?

[yellowcopycat]

I'm used to it. They've been following since puberty. Just different faces behind the cameras now that I'm in the music industry.

[he sighs]

Couldn't escape them, so I just got used to it. Best thing to do is pretend it's normal. Fake it until you make it.

[twoscompany]

And keep faking it.

[Frown.]

A couple of them have been asking about the party. Outside of our bosses, I don't see why I'm relevant to the conversation.

[yellowcopycat]

Oh. That.

[the that being the fifteen minutes that their labels' CEOs disappeared and came back. And the wine throwing. He's been asked what he thought about that, amongst other things, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.]

Well, it's kinda big. Before last night Blanche hadn't been seen for months. And there was a little disaster. Of course they're thirsty for it.

[twoscompany]

It has little to do with us, whatever their relationship is. Or was.

[And she means it. Seriously. The only way it affects them is if it affects their music!]

Its like the paps think we're on intimate terms with them.

[yellowcopycat]

They don't actually think that. They hope we do, sure, but really, they want any rumor thought we or anyone else might have and spread it as truth. They're kinda gross like that.

It's the stuff that sells their magazines, makes people read their blogs, or whatever.

HQ

[dishevelment]

[It was hard not to notice Garnet's gusto for her project. She had throw herself into work much more than her usual standards would have dictated, and her irritability and frustration was starting to affect the atmosphere in Cosmic Indulgence's penthouse.

Such a sight was rare-- and difficult to bear.

Approaching quietly on his bare feet, he gently padded across the carpet and delicately touched a cold can of soda against the back of her neck.

If anything would get her attention, that would.]

[twoscompany]

[One moment, she's at the piano, trying to figure out a note, just a note, why is this so hard?

The next, cold on the back of her neck, and she's up and leaping off of the bench, grabbing at her neck.]

The hell-!?

[dishevelment]

Abusing the piano won't make it flow any easier.

[The words were stated in an unnervingly level tone-- as if her startle responce hadn't surprised him in the least. Popping the can open, he offered it to her.]

It's just Pepsi. Take a break for a minute-- it might help.

[twoscompany]

I could've bopped you for that--!

[Calm. Keep calm. Garnet stops, shutting her eyes and taking a breath, before taking the can. A bit roughly.]

...Sorry.

[Thankfully, she realizes that its a bit much.]

I don't know if anything's going to help right now, Rin.

[dishevelment]

We'll see about that.

[He leaned against the back of a nearby chair, not at all bothered by Garnet's frustrated reply. It wasn't as if her action's weren't entirely uncalled for either; he had set out to get her attention.]

How about you play what you have for me? Maybe we can work it out together.

[twoscompany]

I can try, but that's the problem. I can only get a note or two, no words.

[She guzzles a good part of the can down.]

Every time I try, it doesn't come. Like it doesn't want to. A block.

[dishevelment]

Perhaps you're thinking too much about it?

[He knew this problem all too well-- the frustration of having a piece of art that can't be realized by conventional means.]

Maybe you should try to sit with the feeling for a while, and get to know it. Something will come if you give it time.

[twoscompany]

I have been, the past several days.

[Her fists clench. What happened several days ago--]

It feels...right. But wrong. Its the wrong that's keeping me from getting it down. From even expressing it at all. Even though I feel like I want to express it.

Penthouse

[traumatizing]

[It's hardly as if he can't tell Garnet's been... off for the last week. It's more than the usual compositional frustration. Different somehow. She seems more intense about this than anything he can think of in recent memory.

So Terry's been staying out of her way for the most part, but by now it's really starting to feel like someone should intervene. She's going to run herself into the ground like this. So that's what he's going to do. He comes bearing a mug of camomile tea, something soothing after all the coffee she's had this week, and puts it down in front of her.]

You're going to drive yourself crazy like this.

[twoscompany]

[Intense doesn't even begin to describe it. She runs an annoyed hand through her hair, before staring at the tea.]

Afraid its a bit late for that.

[traumatizing]

Second pair of ears might help.

[He knows there's no getting Garnet to stop - and he wouldn't want to - but maybe he can help her get something out. A working draft at least.]

[twoscompany]

It might. I just don't know anymore.

[Getting stuck on a song like this...how, why? This is so annoying. She usually doesn't need this kind of help, even though she's the one usually offering it, with her expert ear. She hates being on the other end of it]

[traumatizing]

[He moves across the room to pick up a guitar (just in case) and brings it back over, setting it down and sitting so he can see Garnet properly.]

What kind of sound are you going for?

[twoscompany]

[Garnet takes a sip of tea, looking at the guitar.]

Something a bit funky. I can see the notes, hear them in my head, but I can't get it out.

I'M SO SORRY I LOST THIS TAG

[traumatizing]

Alright... [Something funky. Not exactly his forte, but he can try to help as much as he can.] When you hear it in you head, how does it feel?

[twoscompany]

Right.

[...Right...what? It made her...ah. Somehow, it made her fell right. Even as her mind tells her no, its wrong, don't think about it.]

And yet wrong. But more right.