interstellar5555 | got your picture; coming with you

Who: Nuclear Parliament
What: Recording shit, welcoming Shinichi to the band, chilling. You know how it is.
When: Throughout March!
Where: NP Penthouse
Warnings: Probably nothing.

Johanna's been moody for the past couple months - fine, she admits it. That party back in December had been quite the damper, to say the least, and the way the band had fallen apart for a few weeks didn't help. Stella had told her not to be so worried, and Jo had scoffed - at the time.

But now the penthouse is starting to get loud again. It's starting to get fun again. With the band back to full strength, five members present and accounted for, their apartment actually feels lived in. And now that Johanna isn't locking herself away as much anymore, that means the place is back to being the home of the best pop punk band in town.

Of course, that means that the penthouse is kind of a mess, between the parties being had and the music being made. But hey - that's the price of genius. Or something like that.

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Shin laughs nervously. Why didn't he want to think too hard about the past. Instead he'll pass Roxas a beer. Dude should at least be able to handle that. "I think so. My father was an asshole. I can't remember my mother's face." He grimaces as he feels a pit in his stomach trying to think on it. He throws back more beer and concentrates on his cigarette. "I've wanted this my whole life. Getting here feels surreal." And it may be more true for him than many others here. He had been ripped out of a universe where he and his band just got signed. He'd been freed from his father, things had been looking up, and no amount of brainwashing could take away the hole losing all that left him with.

It makes sense, the way he puts it. Getting out and making it on your own, and then taking that and going wild with it. Roxas is doing similar enough. Except he doesn't have an unpleasant past, or at least one that he's aware of enough, to drown out with his actions. He's just doing it for the thrill, or for something he can't remember.

Good thing this isn't a therapy session here or anything.

Roxas doesn't like beer in the slightest, but he'll take this one and sip at it very slowly. Mostly because he doesn't want to offend the fact that Shin offered one, and somewhat because he wants something to drink off of.

"Sorry about your dad." Sounds rough. Roxas can't relate, but he can sympathize, even now as he's trying to hold onto the earth in fear that he'll fly off. Though, as the minutes pass, the threat lessons. "It's gotta be good though. A lot to take in at first, but good. Right?"

"Playing music's the only time I really feel alive," he says with a smile. They didn't need to change anything there. Shin didn't even strive for the stage or the spotlight. Those were awesome, but they were just perks on the side for being able to play, and having someone- anyone- recognize his skill. He was easy to control in that sense. He might feel empty most of the time, but the thought of getting fired from the one thing he'd always wanted, the one thing that makes him feel human, that was enough to keep him in line. He might complain, but he'd do as they asked, and there wasn't much need to train that bit into him.

The taste of hops isn't one that rests easy on his tongue, but he bares with it and keeps on as Shin tells his tale. It's a challenge to pay attention right now especially, but it's getting easier. Those words are few but they carry a lot of weight, and Roxas deals a lot to pay attention to them.

"I get it." It's going to be difficult to convey this with his speech slowed, therefore even more difficult to land, but he'll give it a go. "It's hard to find meaning sometimes. Like, life is just so bland, what's the point even? But with this gig, we have a job to do and we don't just make money from it but we have fans and appreciation. And it's nice. It's not like what we're used to."

Now, imagine that speech but a lot slower and with words that may not make sense at first.

Shin thinks he gets the gist of it and sighs, "That's not it. I don't care about the fans. I don't care about the money. I get plenty of that by having a cute face. I just need to play music. I don't need a job doing it. Just... someone to say I'm good. Would have been fine with just having a single youtube hit. But why turn this down when it gets me away from the rest of the bullshit in my family? Without the music, what's the point?"

Hopefully those things don't bite Shin in the ass later on. At least in terms of status and fame. Roxas has that element drilled into him as SUPER IMPORTANT, by his managers and then some, so to him it isn't question. But Shin is newer than he is and, clearly, not as easily swayed. Maybe he should take a page out of his book. Or maybe not.

This kind of life here, as much as he's familiar with it, is nice and fun. Freeing. "Cute face, huh? Heh, says who?" ..clearly he's being a jerk here.

Regardless of the response, "Like any other escape, huh? Anything to get away from having to deal with you, life, what's really what." Sigh. "Maybe. I think. I don't know."

Well, lucky for Shin, while he didn't care about the fame and the status, he cared enough about the music that he got it pretty quick. "My clients, that's who," he sounds like he's joking. Hope that he's joking and not saying he's a prostitute.

"I'd do anything to get to keep playing. All I need is my guitar." The phrase resonated with him somehow, but also made him feel sick. Why? Who the fuck knows. No way he's dwelling on it. "Just want to play, and I feel best on stage."

As Shin speaks, he nods, as if agreeing deeply in the message that is being conveyed. "Sure, and you do great by it, but why? Why do you want this? What is it you're trying to make up for that you didn't have before? There's gotta be something,"

Maybe he needed an example before going on about himself. If that is the case, "I don't even know where I came from, but all I know is that I want what I'm working towards to work out. That's.. it."

And that's it. Really.

"Really, this is it. This is what I wanted." He sighs, "and maybe to not feel so goddamn lonely. But, I mean, we're hitting it off pretty well." He leans against Roxas, the mess of substances in his body leaving him feeling a bit more affectionate than normal. "What are you working towards?"

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