Post by Aurora Briarose on Aug 10, 2013 20:51:26 GMT -5
Aurora's wedges click lightly against the laminate of the hallway as she paces anxiously. She's waiting for Silver to arrive so they can work on their little CD. Though she hasn't really spoken to her dark haired friend about the demo since their meeting at the Taco Shop, she's been thinking about it practically nonstop. What they could sing, how they'd harmonize, every little detail in her mind was prim and clean. There aren't words to explain how excited she is. It's a mix of her favourite things. Music and friends. Aurora wasn't sure about singing with her friend at first-- she wants Silver to enjoy herself. But after as much thought as she's put into it, which is a lot, she's ready for it.
She's a bit antsy. It's been a long day at Rose Records. Aurora can't wait until her parents actually hire people to work there. There's only a supervisor that doesn't even live in Diznae. Honestly, even just an intern would be helpful. But Aurora had closed up early, called in one of the only workers they had -- the producer guy. She wishes she knew his title, but she is completely oblivious. Despite it being her family business, Aurora doesn't know much about the production part of music. She's very well tuned, and knows a lot about singing and the basics of playing instruments, but nothing about how it gets created. It's almost kind of disappointing. Some part of her wishes that she cared more. Her parents obviously put a lot of time and effort into the business, only to have their daughter not care.
Eventually, Aurora sits down on a bench, flattening her pink dress skirt with precise, gentle strokes. There's no need to wear out her shoes. They're not brand new and didn't need the extra stress from mindless pacing. Plus, she doesn't want to get blisters or anything of that sort on her feet. She's always been more of a barefoot kind of gal, but who doesn't love a cute pair of shoes every now and again?
The blonde hums lightly, stretching her ankles a bit. She stretches until her toes touch the cold ground and slowly back to rock onto her heels. Aurora's not sure why she's so ... Well, nervous. She's just doing something fun with a friend. It's not out of the ordinary. Sure, she doesn't hang with people very often -- she prefers her alone time -- but it's not like she's afraid of people. Not her friends, especially.
Her humming drones on, a simple, wordless melody. No dramatic build ups or soft explosions of passion. Just a little tune, requiring no thought as it twirls around the scale, a serpent of its own kind. When she snaps back to the real world, her cloudy brown eyes immediately snap to the clock. She wonders how long she's been sitting.
2:27.
It's literally been less than two minutes since the last time she checked. How could time possibly be moving so slowly? Did it somehow know that the stern ticking of the second hand was slowly driving her insane? A monotone, rhythmic ticking. Honesty, it wasn't even that loud; yet it still seems to burst with an unwanted wave of sound, telling her that she can do nothing but sit and wait. She'll show it! Actually, she won't. She plays with her hair a bit, tightening the ponytail and ruffling it a bit, hoping that her hair is curling in a cute way. It's dumb and unnecessary, but at this point, anything to drown the clock out.
With nothing else to do, Aurora continues to hum, this time choosing a song that she feels like she knows, but has never heard. Maybe she's heard it somewhere but forgotten it. Her voice, however, knows exactly what it's doing. A little warming up couldn't possibly hurt her, right? She'd have to do it eventually.
Aurora is completely oblivious to the world -- and the clock -- as she hums and swings a foot daintily.
OUTFIT ~~~SILVER MIST ~~~ 675
I'm just like...bleh. I've been working at the site for an 2 hours XD Where was it?
