a catch-all for the young men of flashstep

[notahobby]

Who: the Flashstep boys, open to other Pride members and in some cases to all!
What: the day-to-day lives of Pride's only favourite boyband as well as some performances and events from the album release!
When: the week(s) after the gala! (10/06 - 10/17)
Where: Flashstep penthouse, Pride Records HQ, out and about!
Warnings: it's a boyband and Maxxie is a member - tobacco use in one prompt

The boys are busy with their album release. They're putting on performances, attending event, and are generally being carted around for the benefit of their fans. But they can't be working every minute of the day, can they?

[Prompts for each of the boys below!]

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[yellowcopycat]

Sometimes it is. Depends if I'm in the zone or not.

[He pauses for a moment to eat another chip] Usually I write the lyrics first and Ankh writes the music. Our manager has the final say in everything though.

[mildwildchild]

So how do you get in the zone? [He's honestly curious. Jamie's got things he does to psych up for rehearsals or performances, and he's interested to hear what kind of things get Ryouta's creative gears turning.]

You guys ever argue, y'know, about how the music and lyrics should go together?

[yellowcopycat]

[Talking about the zone is odd, like he's talking about the wrong thing. Or the right thing but the wrong subject. he shakes his head. It's all static really]

Well, sometimes I drink. But not a lot, just enough to get loose. Most of the time I just come up with concept, and string words together because I like how they sound together.

[He pauses and puts down his chip bag. Thinking, then he begins to sing.]

You're second hand smoke, second hand smoke
I breathe you in, but, honey, I don't know what you're doing to me
Mon chéri, but the truth catches up with us eventually
Try to say live, live and let live
But I'm no good, good at lip service
Except when they're yours, mi amor
I'm coming for you and I'm making war

[He takes a breath and then smiles. He pulls out his phone and begins to type those lyrics into the notepad feature.]

See? Like that.

[Though he's not sharing exactly what, or who, the subject was for that. Mostly because he's not sure himself.]

But yeah, Ankh and I argue sometimes. Haven't had a big fight about it yet. We come to compromises a lot.

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie listens to this performance - intently, keenly, his expression for a moment guileless and wide-eyed and wondering, amazed at how naturally the words seem to flow from somewhere deep inside Ryouta. Then it's gone, and the mask is back in place, but there's a resolve that wasn't there before.

[Earlier he was just sort of idly contemplating lyric-writing, half-serious about it but largely indifferent to the idea; but now, after this display from Ryouta, it's something he really wants. Like most artistically-inclined people, he's inspired by other people's creativity, and his own intensely competitive nature - that drive to prove himself, to push his own boundaries - plays no small part in guiding him toward a decision.

[Jamie is going to have a writing credit on Flashstep's next album, come hell or high water. Or Manish Patil.]

That was [umg amazing Ryouta-sempai teach me] something. You just came up with that now? When you weren't even - [waggly hand gesture.] - in The Zone?

[yellowcopycat]

I think I got in the zone there for a minute.

[He gives Jamie a grin]

It comes and goes sometimes, you never know when sudden inspiration will strike!

[Except, that hadn't really been sudden. Well, the words had been, but the 'muse' hadn't been. He was thinking about that boy. That boy's whose image had been haunting him since the gala. He gives his a slight shake. Best not to think about it here.]