but you don’t get a win unless you play in the game

[intonation]

Who: surviving friday & OPEN
What: band shenanigans & etc.
When: day(s) after the gala event!!
Where: virgo penthouse and everywhere in the city (open)!
Warnings: n/a, will update if necessary



VIRGO PENTHOUSE;

[ Bleary-eyed and impossibly groggy, Aoba emerges sometime around late morning from his bedroom in the penthouse. He immediately beelines for the kitchen, yawning as he fusses with the ridiculously complicated coffee maker. How many buttons does a guy have to do to get a cup of joe around here? Sure, he could down to one of the cafes for some coffee, but that requires getting dressed and looking presentable.

Aoba is not either of those things after he's just rolled out of bed. In fact, it's nothing short of a minor miracle that he's even coherent and manages to mumble out a greeting. ]

G'morning... what'd I miss?

[ Hopefully he isn't about to be late for anything. ]

OPEN- OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN & TOWARDS THE DOWNTOWN CORE;

[ Instead of contenting himself with the rehearsal areas, Aoba's decided to kill two birds with one stone. With his guitar case stowed over his back and sporting a pair of oversized sunglasses, he hits the streets.

Find him in a trendy cafe, tucked away in a corner and scrawling in a notebook while plucking out the notes on his guitar, or bump into him in one of the many parks scattered around the city-- wherever he is, he's humming and looks relaxed for the most part. Whoever said you can't mix pleasure and work was oh-so-wrong.

Alternately, follow the buzz of the crowd to an open square, where Aoba's decided to kick things up a notch. The low thrum of his guitar accompanies his voice, which alternately soars and croons to the gathering in front of him. If he happens to spot you, he'll beckon you over. Join him for a duet, or maybe even a battle of the bands vocalists.

Is this a sanctioned by management? Probably not, but he figures his manager will let it slide provided it doesn't get too out of hand. ]

Comments

[intonation]

What? Which part's true, how you're the one who likes blue eyes?

[ Hey, it's weird for him on his end too. Especially with Kise's fixation on blue eyes (bet the person he likes has them), but that's right. It's his job, and he's loathe to give it up. ]

[yellowcopycat]

That people will think you're the one with the blue eye fixation.

[He blushes a little, looking away from Aoba, singing under his breath]

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away

[He quickly types that out, nodding]

Yeah, that's the first part of the chorus.

[intonation]

[ Breaking into a little laugh, he reaches out and ruffles up Kise's hair. Cute. ]

Sure, but we both know who's really the one who keeps writing about them here.

[ Catching part of the melody, Aoba hums the last few snatches of it. Sounds good to him. Catchy. ]

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta pouted and tried to straighten his hair, he's actually been up and productive this morning. Went to the gym, showered, and everything.]

And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say

[Well, it sounds good in Aoba's hums. That's good.]

Okay... now that I have the chorus done, I can tweak the the stanzas and work on the coda. Then we can see what music Ankh can compose for it.

[intonation]

[ Hey, he can't help it. Something about Kise makes him want to mess up that perfectly coiffed and blow-dried to perfection hairstyle of his sometimes. ]

If you need any help, you know where to find me. I think I might head out later though to do some writing of my own.

[ Change of scenery, you know. For inspiration. ]

[yellowcopycat]

I'll let you know if I need anything.