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interstellar55552015-10-13 12:36 pm
nibelungvalesti) wrote in interstellar55552015-10-13 12:36 pm
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Such is your fate
Who: Meril, bandmates, and Virgo comrades
What: Gratuitous opportunities to interact with Meril.
When: Generally after the awards ceremony; whatever date works for you!
Where: Defying Atmosphere's penthouse and the communal area
Warnings: ??
1.
However the band's publicity might choose to describe her (on those rare occasions when it focuses on her musical talents and not her midriff), Meril was by no means a spectacular keyboardist. She was solid, make no mistake; she didn't miss cues, she didn't make mistakes, her music was always there weaving its way through the guitars and the percussion, underscoring it and supplementing the songs. But she never did solos, nor did she ever take a lead role, or perform fancy tricks or complicated chord sequences.
On some deep level, that both worried and insulted her. So frequently, when the other band members had all gone out to take care of business or visit the cafe or what have you, Meril turned the volume up on her amplifier and settled in for a practice session. She needed it loud, don't ask her why, but she could never quite manage to practice at anything less than a symphonic volume.
But in these practices, she challenged herself, and thus... often failed. When someone had left the outer door open, synthetic notes that led to discordant mistakes blared through much of the building.
2.
Something about the pool soothed Meril, more than a bathtub or a jacuzzi could do. Perhaps it was the coolness, perhaps it was the wide-open space, or simply the ability to float in the water without touching the bottom or sides.
Whatever the case, Meril ofted drifted in the center of the pool, on her back and barely above water -- she actually didn't float all that well, since her body had a high proportion of muscle to fat. Still, she managed, her eyes shut and her hair fanned out all around her like a massive aura. It was, after all, longer than she was tall. In this moment, the girl lost all of her cool attitude and distant mien; adrift, she seemed younger than her years and more at peace than she ever did any other time. Even asleep.
3.
More muscle than fat because she worked hard to keep it that way. Tucked away in one of the exercise rooms, the Ice Queen sweated as her legs pumped hard to lift a stack of weights balanced against her squats.
It made very little sense. In fact, she had actually been 'encouraged' to relax, to let those hard muscles soften just a bit, be just a little bit more appealing in a 'conventional' manner. And because she had only been encouraged, not ordered, the woman kept to her exercise schedule with a quiet determination. Tame as it was, this was rebellion, a defiance of her restrictions and her role that she allowed herself almost nowhere else. Exercise left her feeling clean, pure, as if she was burning away dross rather than fat.
She was here often -- daily, when her schedule allowed. Of all the people under the Virgo umbrella, she might be here the most often. In the end, that might not be to her favor...
4.
For someone whose image centered on aloofness, coolness, and unapproachability, Meril certainly showed up in the downstairs cafe an awful lot. Her band, at least, understood that her appearances there were purest politics, intended to make sure her face resonated in the minds of more senior or popular members of the label. Her open aloofness, which after all wasn't an act, usually kept people from trying to make her acquaintance to deeply, though when they did she was as polite as she ever was.
The strange thing about today, however, was that Meril was working on something. Pen in hand and paper before her, she wrote down lyrics with enough concentration in her act that she actually neglected to seem adequately unapproachable. All the more strange considering that 'Lenneth' had never gotten a single songwriting credit during her time in Defying Atmosphere.
What: Gratuitous opportunities to interact with Meril.
When: Generally after the awards ceremony; whatever date works for you!
Where: Defying Atmosphere's penthouse and the communal area
Warnings: ??
1.
However the band's publicity might choose to describe her (on those rare occasions when it focuses on her musical talents and not her midriff), Meril was by no means a spectacular keyboardist. She was solid, make no mistake; she didn't miss cues, she didn't make mistakes, her music was always there weaving its way through the guitars and the percussion, underscoring it and supplementing the songs. But she never did solos, nor did she ever take a lead role, or perform fancy tricks or complicated chord sequences.
On some deep level, that both worried and insulted her. So frequently, when the other band members had all gone out to take care of business or visit the cafe or what have you, Meril turned the volume up on her amplifier and settled in for a practice session. She needed it loud, don't ask her why, but she could never quite manage to practice at anything less than a symphonic volume.
But in these practices, she challenged herself, and thus... often failed. When someone had left the outer door open, synthetic notes that led to discordant mistakes blared through much of the building.
2.
Something about the pool soothed Meril, more than a bathtub or a jacuzzi could do. Perhaps it was the coolness, perhaps it was the wide-open space, or simply the ability to float in the water without touching the bottom or sides.
Whatever the case, Meril ofted drifted in the center of the pool, on her back and barely above water -- she actually didn't float all that well, since her body had a high proportion of muscle to fat. Still, she managed, her eyes shut and her hair fanned out all around her like a massive aura. It was, after all, longer than she was tall. In this moment, the girl lost all of her cool attitude and distant mien; adrift, she seemed younger than her years and more at peace than she ever did any other time. Even asleep.
3.
More muscle than fat because she worked hard to keep it that way. Tucked away in one of the exercise rooms, the Ice Queen sweated as her legs pumped hard to lift a stack of weights balanced against her squats.
It made very little sense. In fact, she had actually been 'encouraged' to relax, to let those hard muscles soften just a bit, be just a little bit more appealing in a 'conventional' manner. And because she had only been encouraged, not ordered, the woman kept to her exercise schedule with a quiet determination. Tame as it was, this was rebellion, a defiance of her restrictions and her role that she allowed herself almost nowhere else. Exercise left her feeling clean, pure, as if she was burning away dross rather than fat.
She was here often -- daily, when her schedule allowed. Of all the people under the Virgo umbrella, she might be here the most often. In the end, that might not be to her favor...
4.
For someone whose image centered on aloofness, coolness, and unapproachability, Meril certainly showed up in the downstairs cafe an awful lot. Her band, at least, understood that her appearances there were purest politics, intended to make sure her face resonated in the minds of more senior or popular members of the label. Her open aloofness, which after all wasn't an act, usually kept people from trying to make her acquaintance to deeply, though when they did she was as polite as she ever was.
The strange thing about today, however, was that Meril was working on something. Pen in hand and paper before her, she wrote down lyrics with enough concentration in her act that she actually neglected to seem adequately unapproachable. All the more strange considering that 'Lenneth' had never gotten a single songwriting credit during her time in Defying Atmosphere.
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"I know saying that your fellow bandmates don't think anything of you for any of the manager's dubious ideas doesn't make things much better, but that is the truth of it." At least he figures it isn't. He's mostly speaking for himself. He doesn't even connect those costumes with Meril. They're just something she has to deal with during performances.
"Maybe we can do something about our image to change the way you end up having to dress."
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She doesn't have to do everything on her own is what he means, ultimately. She might think she's the one needing improvement, but they're all still a team.
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"I... do not want to need to rely on you." That was a milder version of what she wanted to say, that they shouldn't waste their time on her if she couldn't keep up on her own. But -- hadn't she helped them when they needed it, Weasel not the least? Why did she feel so strongly that she had to advance on her own, that she needed to help without getting helped.
That made little sense, and behind those few silvery locks, she looked more confused than angry.