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[attr="class","fullbody"] [attr="class","iconbody"]  @viola @rhea @mav ROWAN HOUSE @alex [attr="class","halfbody"]Salem didn't like to wait on anyone, so everyone waited for him. As far as he was concerned, his time was worth more than theirs, and he took his time to roll out of bed, knock back some advil and lounge around waiting for it to kick in. He turned off his phone, ringing nonstop, reminding him to be at the studio, that they were meeting the new vocalist, that he better not miss it.
He'd said he be there, didn't he?
And he was – twenty minutes late, he burst into the studio. Dark shades, black coffee. His phone was in his other hand, back on, and he scrolled through all the missed calls and messages before he shrugged and tucked it into his back pocket, glancing up at the rest of his bandmates, looking unsuitably disgruntled and not slightly apologetic.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 23:22:12 GMT
Of course, he was late. Alex wasn't surprised, but it was rude to the new singer. But, she doubted Salem cared - when did he ever care, really? Even when she was on the verge of threatening him, he didn't do much.
"I'm sorry, Viola. He's -" 'not usually like this' was what she wanted to say, but it was as far from the truth as she was going to get. "- usually like this."
As she finished, the doors opened, and there he was. Alex didn't even bother with hiding the scowl that spread across her face.
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 12, 2013 2:14:08 GMT
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"Hope you're ready to start practicing Salem. This is," she moved her head in the direction of Viola. "Her first practice with us. It's gonna be a long one, so I hope you got your coffee while you were running late." She wasn't in the mood to deal with his shit, as much as she loved him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 18:18:26 GMT
Viola was patient.
So patience comes and patience goes, so it almost become a policy for her to get on cracking on level 101 on Candy Crush whenever life got her waiting (enough that sitting still like a good little girl become boring for the good little girl.)
Blasting away candy made her forget about the new band nerves. She’d never been in a band before, granted, but she’d been through the audition process, most of it, and the band’s reputation certainly got people’s heads rolling.
So she didn’t look up right away, head bobbed down nervously sweating over her final moves. When failure was inevitable, she shut down and app and looked forward a little sheepishly, as if she’d get scalded for being rude. (Fat chance, you’re a rock star, Mama said no apologies unless they insist.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 19:43:53 GMT
Jacques couldn't care less that the Salem was tardy. They would all just have to stay an extra twenty minutes to make up for the lost time. He held the bound music sheets under his arm that the recording company had approved for production. Some of their authors stood in this room, while some remained distant strangers.
That's what happens when singers go mainstream and forfeit complete control over their identity - they need to depend on teams of artists to fill up their album. He sat idly, making himself a part of the shadow on the wall while sass pin-balled around the room. He muttered something to the sound technician. The man unlocked the door to the recording room where the instruments were prepared.
Then he began counting all present, breathing the numbers under his breath. When he finished, a frown melted across his mouth.
"Ms. Viola, here are your copies of the sheet music," he said, and then, he passed more of the booklets around to the other band members. "The music is free to be edited throughout the session depending on how you sound. However one more of you is still late. The room was prepped twenty minutes ago. The reservation won't last all day, and you all will have to make up for the lost time. I would prefer to start."
Jacques spoke like the man who narrated audio books - without positive or negative connotation. He wasn't here to scold them - they were all adults and would have to accept the consequences of their actions.
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 13, 2013 15:29:06 GMT
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"Also, Salem, I really do hope you have coffee." She wanted some, and she had no issues with sharing germs with Salem.
She stared at one of her drumsticks, then at her set.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2013 22:56:14 GMT
sitting in this room playing Russian roulette tags: @viola @salem @rhea ROWAN HOUSE @alex @jacques
notes: Late? Me? Nah... sorry about that Holy fuck, Maverick could swear his great grandmother was rolling in her grave from how boring this shit was. They were musicians; not privates for the army for christ's sake. There was no point in playing the hurry up and wait game.
So with time on his hands between waiting for prissy pissy to arrive, and getting their asses moving to making the music, he took out his 3DS and started playing the latest video game. The newest editions of Pokemon was surprisingly and ridiculously addicting. His starter pokemon leveled up!
The albino teen looked up from his game station point seeing that almost everyone was present and accounted for. Almost. Rhea was missing in the scene. He grunted a little as his music sheets got tossed at his face unceremoniously.
“Maybe she ain't dead, yo-” he shrugged casually, “It takes more than a disease to kill a zombie you know~ Still slow as hell though.” Though a zombie-fied Rhea would be pretty awesome. No other band around could say they have a zombie bassist.
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[attr="class","fullbody"] [attr="class","iconbody"] @viola @rhea @mav ROWAN HOUSE @alex [attr="class","halfbody"]Salem didn't offer much more than a nod of acknowledgement, a glance around the room before he took a long sip of coffee. He didn't know if this much coffee would last this much practice, but he would get Alex to bring more later. Maybe an energy drink. Maybe a beer. Just the thought of the reaction at the prospect of drinking in the studio was enough for him to entertain the thought of just asking.
He raised a brow at the realization that they were missing Rhea. Nobody could call him the entitled diva – at least he'd shown up. Shown up only to have his goddamn time wasted.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2013 23:56:22 GMT
The band didn't seem to have much faith in their bassist. They all hung loosely around the room, hardly a cohesive group. The perky sound of pokemon background music held one invested in a game and only now realizing what was happening. Jacques continued walking around the room and giving each person their booklet, taking his sweet time. When he came to Salem, he raised an eyebrow.
"Your problem, not mine. You'll have to use your imagination until she joins us," Jacques said with a brusque apathy after handing the diva his booklet. "If you all think she's dead, we'll just have to hire another bassist."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 21:42:55 GMT
She wasn't bothered by Salem's lack of response.
Or maybe she was. She couldn't manage her own thoughts sometimes, but she watched the room with a near silent presence. She had taken the music sheets with a thank you and started to scan it, imagining the beat in her head and how she could sing along in time. Viola decided she didn't really care for the stiff music guy, but Rowan was lovely and Alex was considerate. She had heard things about the second guitarist, Maverick, but she was sure getting along with him shouldn't really be too difficult.
She was stood up now, phone back in her pocket, gripping onto the music sheets, whispering the drum beats to herself.
Still, she couldn't resist butting in.
"You're all a very morbid bunch, aren't you? Is that part of the job description?" Viola asked loosely, eyes still on her music sheets.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 21:50:10 GMT
Rolling her eyes, Alex pulled out her phone to check on one of the many messages she had sent Rhea. Along with a voicemail, but who was counting? "It's not my fault that certain people turn off their phones." Keeping the venom out of her tone was rather hard, but she did her best to manage it.
At least Maverick and Rowan showed up. She didn't need to dote on them. "I'll call her again, but until she gets here, pretend that she is." Rhea wasn't dead, at least Alex hoped, considering that they might have ended up getting a notification.
Excusing herself, Alex walked out of the room, dialing Rhea's number once again.
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 20, 2013 7:22:04 GMT
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"She's not dead, Jacques. We can't fire her because she's late or missed a practice." Rowan pretty much thought that was more of a threat than an actual joke. She pointed to Salem. "If we did, Salem's ass would have been on the curb along time ago." She was honest, and she meant no malice towards it. Honestly, she wouldn't let them fire Salem, if they did, she'd walk out too. "We'll go without bass today. It might sound like shit but I wouldn't feel right dragging Rhea out of bed if she was sick or some shit. Is that cool with everyone?"
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[attr="class","fullbody"] [attr="class","iconbody"] @viola @rhea @mav ROWAN HOUSE @alex @jacques [attr="class","halfbody"]"I don't give a shit if she's dead or near it," Salem growled, attention flickering between the music sheets and the others. "She's wasting my fucking time." And god knew how much his time was worth. He rolled his eyes at Alex's pointed comment, and of course Rowan joined in. It felt like the whole band liked to get on his case, but he didn't give a shit either way. He was too important to let go, he was too important to let it bother him.
"Well, we aren't the fucking spice girls." He couldn't help it, with no intention on being kind to the newbie. From what he'd heard of her she had been born into this business, and she sure as hell better be able to keep up.
He sighed, though it was half-hearted as far as his true diva-esque, deep suffering sighs could be, as Rowan snatched his coffee. He didn't protest it - he'd known her the longest out of everyone here, she was the closest and the only person here he'd let get away with stealing sips of his coffee.
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Jacques glanced at Ms. Castiel leave the practice room. Hopefully, she wouldn't come back unless Rhea was in tow. This band might as well be a herd of buffalo, he thought. And while Salem finally harumphed with impatience to begin, Jacques wordlessly slipped into the outer room of the recording studio. He set the pair of headphones around his neck, tickling the area of slides on the sound board. A sound technician nodded at his adjustments while he explained what he was looking for, and made a few additional adjustments. They continued to make small talk while he waited for the band to file into the area behind the clear glass pane.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 22:13:43 GMT
Everyone was ignoring her, she noted with a frown. Viola wasn't three, she wasn't looking for constant attention, but a 'hey, nice to meet you' would be nice, wouldn't it?
Instead, she watched Alex leave the room, and barely listened to the argument that seemed to be brewing about the bassist she hadn't met yet.
"Um," She cleared her throat. "So are we actually starting then?" Viola still had to hold in her surprise that the entire band seemed to get along enough to still practice together. Didn't bands these days record separately, practice separately? Maybe this was a good thing.
Viola waddled to the mic, which was already adjusted to her height. She blew into it like a kid, and regretted it immediately, so she gripped onto her lyric sheet for dear life and stared wide eyed like a ghost was possessing her.
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