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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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"Well, start with a subject or an idea. And then just write about that. Ankh writes the actual music, but I have an idea about the sound I want, so keep that in mind too. As for lyrics... I just string words together in ways that sound good. Rhythm, beat, the meter of the piece are also important to think of, but not essential when coming up with the rough draft. You can work on that when you write the score, or work with whoever writes the score. Also, don't become attached to the first draft, because the final product could be very different."
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"I see..." But none of that was quite what she needed to know. Though she didn't know that until she had actually voiced the question and gotten the answer. "But how do you know if it is good?"
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"I can feel if something's good to you. But you can never tell what's going to go down with the managers. Sometimes things can be good but not enjoyable. And enjoyable is what they want." He shrugged and started doing some reps with barbells. "You just try for both."
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She shifted over to the leg curl machine in thoughtful silence, shifting the weights down with quiet metallic clanks.
"I understand our style well enough," she finally said, a few seconds after the silence had become a little awkward, "but I suppose the problem is that I do not want to offer up something of poor quality. But I do not know what poor quality is." In other words, she lacked confidence and experience.
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He wrote some really bad stuff back in middle school. The first song he wrote for... that was odd, he couldn't remember the boy's name. Obviously it didn't matter what his name was, but Ryouta remembered the rejection. And to be fair, the song he wrote had been terrible.
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The first curl yanked the weights up so violently that they clattered together from the force, a loud and discordant noise that immediately set her nerves on edge. Her own fault, she knew.
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What was with this chick? Why was she so scary strong?
Anyways. "Well, don't write yourself off before you even try."
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"You know how competitive the business is," she said after she had her composure back. "It is both likely that I will fail, and dangerous for me to do so. The only path I see is to succeed."
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At least he hoped that was the case. But then, he'd never had much problems with his song writing. Yama usually just nods, looks at what they written, tells them what sucks and what doesn't. Usually it doesn't suck.
"I know, ask them to work with you. That way they can teach you what they're looking for, and you learn how to write!"
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"I know what our manager would like. More fanservice and only the slightest break from our current themes. And yet if I am to write something, I would prefer it to be good on its own merits, not because the lyrics practically demand that I be dressed only in my own hair in the video."
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He finished off his current exercise and went to another machine. He adjusted the weight and slid on the seat, raising his arms to grab onto the handles and pull them together in front of him.
"Maybe talk to your band mates then. I don't really know about metal."
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He finishes his reps, and moves to another macine, one that works out his legs. "I'm not much help, sorry."
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"Try that then when you write!"
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Astonishing.