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Post by Chris Danide on Nov 30, 2009 18:52:52 GMT -8
Chris sat down at his drum kit the one he used for studio recording. He played a quick beat, waiting for the rest of the band to show up. He slowly pressed his foot down on the bass pedal every few seconds. "Anybody?" He said with a small frown. He was extremely bored at that time. He left the apartment he shared with Neal at 6:00 A.M because he felt like getting used to the new studio. Neal and him shared an apartment because he didn't have enough money to own his own home yet, so he crashed with Neal instead.
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Post by Neal C. Obain on Nov 30, 2009 19:08:19 GMT -8
Neal walked into the cold recording studio that didn't look like it had been used in a while. "Jesus, I feel like I should be pushing cobwebs in this place." He said. He opened his case, revealing his guitar he used for studio work, a Gibson Les Paul. "Sorry I'm late. I stopped by the grocery and got some cigs." He said, tossing one to Chris. Chris lit it and started smoking, as did Neal. "Damn, now we have to wait for the fresh meat." Neal said. They referred to Anthony as fresh meat because Neal and Chris grew up together and had obviously gotten used to each other. Anthony, however, would have to get used to them. |
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Post by Anthony Burton on Nov 30, 2009 19:18:03 GMT -8
Anthony took a step into the building, where his band was supposed to be recording in. Neal apparently had material for them. He carried a large cass for his studio bass guitar, a Schecter Damien bass. He eyed the rooms of the building, a few recording studios, a lounge that was none too interesting, and finally recording room 5, where his bandmates were in. "Hey guys, sorry." He said, taking out his bass. "Hey, hand me one of those, will ya?" He said gesturing to the cigarette box in Neal's hand. Neal handed him one, and Anthony lit up. Within minutes the room would be a box full of smoke. Good thing for the vents...Anthony thought. |
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Post by *jessica moseby --- on Dec 6, 2009 0:50:08 GMT -8
Jessica had set up cameras and microphones in the recording studio when it was first built. She knew someone would vadalize it or steal something... She was right, except she was the one to do it. But the cameras and microphones were still there... Quite useful really, until she found out some bands used it for a sex room. Well, she now had free porn. But now she saw one of her newer bands in the room. She decided to pay a visit after hearing what Neal said.
As soon as she got there the whole band was there. "Pushing cobwebs, eh, Neal?" she smiled and then waved to the other members. "So ya remembered the deal. Good for you." |
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Post by Neal C. Obain on Dec 7, 2009 16:23:09 GMT -8
"Yeah. Here, lemme introduce you to the guys. Uh guys, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is Chris, and this is Anthony." He said, gesturing to the corresponding band members. "We were just getting started, actually." He said, getting back to tuning his guitar through the thin layer of smoke. The smoke started leaving after she opened the door to the room. He still thought Jessica was rather cute, but he ignored it, considering he had to think about his music. He could see Anthony and Chris both ahd other ideas. He had a feeling one of them would hit on her...And probably get slapped. Oh well, it could be fun to watch.Neal thought.
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Post by Chris Danide on Dec 7, 2009 16:36:37 GMT -8
Chris grinned. "Neal, you neglected to mention how hot the lady was that signed you! And here I thought we were friends." Chris said sarcastically. He stood at his drum kit, leaning against the front of it. He was taller than everybody in the band, if only by an inch when it came to Athony. He looked at Anthony, who was silent and sat with his bass, who would occasionally glance at the girl who walked in. She almost looked younger than everybody, even though she founded the record label.
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Post by *jessica moseby --- on Dec 8, 2009 21:10:52 GMT -8
Jessica smiled to the boys. She haven't met them before, knowing that they've only been a band for a short time. If they were there since she signed the band then there would be no need to be introduced. A giggle escaped her lips."Neal, you never told me that your drummer was such a... joker," she couldn't think of the right work, so she settle on that one.
She nodded then walked over to a wall closer to the door and leaned against it. She smoke was slowly getting to her, so she stayed closer to where the cleaner air was. "Pretend I'm not here. I just wanna hear what you got," she smiled cutely and watched them create their music. |
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Post by Neal C. Obain on Dec 9, 2009 16:26:55 GMT -8
Neal nodded, and started playing his guitar, as Anthony, realizing the song because of the tabs sent to him by Neal, started playing a roaring bass tone. Chris nodded and started playing, going fast enough to rival the speed of a jet, and within a minute, Neal slowed down, with a soft acoustic part, with Anthony snd Chris accompanying it softly, before Neal erupted back into the chorus. he sang the song with intensity, and at the end, he finished the twenty second solo with perfection. Chris finished the slow dum beat, without accompaniment for threee seconds, and that was the end of the first song. "Alright, what'd everybody think? Should we redo it?" He asked.
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