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Post by synan bryan osman on Feb 8, 2011 21:46:09 GMT -8
  a heavy sigh fell from his lips as he dropped his head back against the headrest of his seat, a string of curse words falling from his lips. he was here alone tonight, trying to work out the harsh bits of this solo and it just was not going his way. the only way that he could ever get his solo's perfect was to either talk with one of the guys or record it and play it back so he can cringe in horror at how awful it sounds. considering that it's almost two o'clock in the morning, the only choice he had was to go to the studio and do some make shift recording, just to get his shit together. not to mention he just had a lot on his mind as of late and it was keeping him awake at night. it was either work on some album shit or drink and, as much as he wanted to drink, he was a sober streak that he was desperately trying to keep himself from breaking. sure, he felt like shit with the worst with drawl symptoms, but hopefully it will be worth it in the long run.
gathering himself again, he leaned forward once more and gripped the neck on his guitar, running his fingers along the strings experimentally before pressing firmly on several frets and strumming. after finding a quick, easy rhythm, he was just playing now. there was no intent behind his movements other than to simply play and hear the notes hit his ears. closing his eyes carefully, he drifted, the rhythm calmly getting faster before his fingers were flying over the frets, pulling off inhuman speeds. after several minutes of simply hammering on some notes and strumming rhythmically, he killed the song he was playing with a insanely long, high pitch note before smiling and slowly opening his eyes again. staring down at his guitar, he finally felt as though he might be able to pull of the solo he had written.
carefully laying his fingers over the frets, he started in on the solo, slowly at first before building his speed and repeating until he got the speed that he wanted. when he felt like it was decent, he hit the playback button and did his best to hold back the smile that spread across his face. it sounded pretty damn good for a solo flung together at two o'clock in the morning. playing a half assed, happy song, he drug his fingers up the strings and smiled at the harsh sound it made.
sliding the guitar out of his lap, he leaned it against the control board before standing. stretching carefully, he rose his hands over his head and rocked back onto his heels. sighing heavily, he dropped his hands down to his waist and had to catch himself before he fell back into his chair. chuckling lightly to himself, he leaned over the control board and stared at all the switches, suddenly wishing he had another creative entity in the room with him to help him with this daunting process.
tagged, open.
words, five one eight.
banner, me.
outfit, hurr.
lyrics, the reason by hoobastank.
notes, anyone can join. :]
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Post by sofia dorothy writley on Feb 15, 2011 19:01:55 GMT -8
  Sofi questioned what she was doing approximately every 2.5 seconds. She had no idea what she was doing, really. It had all started when Matt mentioned there was a recording studio a few blocks from his apartment. It was around midnight. Sofi hadn’t gone to sleep yet, and Matt had to go to the fire station for a shift. He knew she was dying to go into a studio. And again, he felt some need to make up for their mom. This time she’d sent a letter. It looked like something she’d had their dad’s assistant had typed up because she couldn’t be bothered to write it herself. Sofi tried to swallow back the sharp pain that hit at the memory. Matt, to compensate, started mumbling about this out of the way recording studio he drove by to get to the fire station. Maybe he could ask around to see if he could get her “um, a tour, or uh, whatever it is you want to see”.
Sofi had just put on one of her patented bright, I’m-okay-now smiles and told him to get his butt to work. There was probably some hot girl whose house was on fire somewhere without him. Satisfied, he’d left. And Sofi had leaned against the counter, her eyes brimming with resentment as she looked at the letter lying on the table. It was so cold, formal, something that reminded her of all the letters from colleges she’d gotten after taking the SAT’s. It could’ve been to anyone, it just happened to be her name inserted at the top. And that was when impulse took over. She grabbed her old messenger bag, threw it over her shoulder, and slammed the door and all her mother’s expectations shut behind her.
It wasn’t until she got to the studio that she knew where she was headed. And it wasn’t until she was somehow inside that she really understood what she was doing. Sofi didn’t really know what rules the studio had, but she could almost guarantee they didn’t enjoy people walking in off the street. But even as worries filled her head, she kept moving. Eventually the sound of a guitar led her to one particular door. She pushed it open silently.
Maybe it wasn’t anything special. But it was definitely one of those defining moments for her. Looking in, Sofi knew she wanted to end up here someday. She knew why she hadn’t just given up on everything yet. So she could get here. And record. And somehow make an impact, make some sort of an impression on the world around her, some way so that others knew she’d been here, and- …And there was a person in there. A guy. With his guitar. Looking at the control board. And it was the sight of someone else in there that sort of popped her bubble. “I… I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realize… Sorry. I’m going, I swear.” Her face flushed bright red, she mumbled her apologies.
(It's kind of bad, sorry about that. It's really late here...I just really felt like doing something.)
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Post by synan bryan osman on Feb 16, 2011 16:26:47 GMT -8
he stared at the control board for a few more minutes before flicking a few of the switches and playing back his solo back to him again. cringing at the changes, he went back and fixed his mistakes before running it through one more time. it took several combinations before he finally found the one that he was looking for, he saved it before starting in on something new. bringing up a guitar piece that he had recorded a few days other, he made some subtle changes before once again saving it. taking a deep breath and pulling his beanie from his head, he through it down on the control panel before running a hand through his dark hair, hissing slightly as his fingers got caught toward the bottom. yanking his fingers through, he placed the hat back on his head and bit his lip, staring down at the board again and groaning in frustration. he doesn't like doing this alone, but he wasn't about to call any of the guys because of the fact that it was well past the end of the day and any sane person, besides jo who is much like himself and not very sane at all, would be asleep at this hour.
another groan, he pushed his himself away from the control panel before turning on his heel and walking to the other end of the room, picking his amp energy drink up from the table near the couch and taking a long gulp from the can, only pulling it away from his face to gulp desperately for air. after catching his breath, he took another gulp of the drinking before returning it to the table and kicking the table leg with frustration. sighing, he unzipped his sweater and threw it on the couch before returning back to the control board and trying to refrain from taking his guitar and slamming it onto the buttons and doing as much damage as possible.
suddenly, though, all of his anger dissipated when he glanced up from the panel and saw a girl who appeared to be much younger than himself standing in the door way. he gave her a quizzical look before crossing his arms and turning to face her fully. when she began to stumble over an apology, a lopsided smirk took over his face and he watched her with a light in his eyes that could only be read as amusement. "i take it you're not supposed to be here." his smirk widened as he dropped his arms and shoved his hands in his pockets, fingers instantly wrapping around his cellphone. "who are you?" he wasn't sure what had come over him, usually the kind of guy who had something rude or unnecessary to say, but he felt like he should at least find out who she is before jumping into her shit. or maybe he actually felt like being 'friendly' for once? he's personally leaning more toward the 'getting to know her before jumping into her shit', but that's because he's more interested in holding up his image than he is about making friends.
tagged, sofia.
words, five two one.
banner, me.
outfit, hurr.
lyrics, the reason by hoobastank.
notes, i apologize for the shit post. D< xD
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Post by sofia dorothy writley on Feb 17, 2011 18:44:46 GMT -8
Sofi had made a couple of observations before he actually saw her. First of all, he was apparently very thirsty. The rate he shoved the energy drink down his throat was almost alarming. Second, he didn’t seem like he was exactly Mr. Sunshine. His movements were quick and angry. She took a second, tilting her head to the side, observing him. All black. Messy dark hair. Obviously a musician. She then tried to decide the best course to take. Back out slowly at risk of him turning around and spotting her. Book it out and chance it that he’d call security and there’d be this huge investigation and she’d be put in jail or worse, sent home. Pretend she was supposed to be there and casually go in, fake look for something, and then book it out. Pretend to be a stripper who was hired and got the addresses mixed up. Hm… Would that work? No… That could and probably would end up backfiring o her.
Oh. Too late. She had been spotted. Gulping, she waited to hear his response. Maybe she should still try running, who knows what kind of security cameras they have around here, LA’s big enough that- Oh. Wait. What had he said? Something about her-right. Well, he was smiling. Or, the better term would be a smirk. This guy definitely thought he was pretty great. She ran a hand through her loose curls, maybe she could handle this. “Well, that depends. What exactly would happen if I wasn’t supposed to be here? Hypothetically, of course. Because that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m not supposed to be. I’m just, you know curious.” Oh yeah, alright, that can work. She hasn’t technically said anything that could be used against her yet.
Holy. Crap. What was in his pocket? What if he was one of those psycho serial killers who lured girls into recording studios so they could- Oh wait. She had brought herself here. That couldn’t be it. She mentally slapped herself a little bit. She was being irrational. Very much so. Just stay calm and collected. It’s not like he could do anything to her. Besides, it was very unlikely he had a knife. It was probably just a, a, pack of gum or something.
Sofi raised an eyebrow at him. “I am... Well who are you?” Yeah, that works. There really was no need to give him a name yet. Besides, if this went south, she had no intentions of giving up information that could make her easier to find. Honestly, she just hadn’t dealt with many people in LA and was kind of a bit wary of them. I mean, they just looked so angry half the time. And her fearless days were definitely very, very far behind her. Not that, at this moment, she remembered very many in the first place. Well, that could also be thanks to the fact that she wasn’t very coherent during those times in the first place. Remembering her situation, she sort of jolted out of her revery, staring at him with partially widened eyes.
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Post by synan bryan osman on Feb 18, 2011 17:04:20 GMT -8
impatiently, he drummed a beat onto the back cover is cell phone and waited for her to speak. his anger slowly began to rise once more as he paid every little movement of hers the most attention that he could muster with his mind being so scatter brained. he finally took the time to really look over and he decided that she was quite the beauty and a natural one at that - one of the very few that he had seen in los angeles in recent days. quite honestly, they were far too rare of a sight. it was kind of disheartening to know that the women here were so uncomfortable with themselves that they got surgery after surgery and plastered themselves with makeup and hair dye. (yes, he was one of the few males in the population who also wore makeup and dyed his hair, but that was mostly to keep up with his stage persona).
when she finally answered him, his smirk only grew and he did his best to hold in his chuckle. he quickly ran through a list of possibilities to respond with inside of his head, all of them ranging from completely cheesy pick up lines to absolutely horrible things that he was more likely to say, but he finally decided to bit his tongue and stick with something that was sarcastic and a little less mean that what he was usually capable of. “yes, you sound so convincing,” he responded and sighed heavily, giving an easy shrug and abruptly stopping the beat that he was drilling into the back of his phone to pull his hands out of his pocket and cross his arms over his chest. “i don’t really care either way. i’m technically not supposed to be here right now either, but... i work here, so no one really gives a shit when i show up and leave.” he gave another flippant shrug.
suddenly, all he could think about was becks. biting his lip he sighed heavily and tried to force his boyfriend out of his head. the kid was making him so frustrated - and not always in the good way - and he was having a hard time dealing with the quick mood changes that both he and becks were experiencing. it didn’t help any that syn was still living desperately in the past and was having a hard time believing that becks wasn’t like his ex-boyfriend...
before he could continue more on his inward struggle, she interrupted him and he quickly released his lip and caught her eyes with his own once more. “synan,” another shrug, “syn, preferably.” he dropped his arms from their crossed position and reached up to remove his beanie once more, turning just enough to toss it over to the couch by his sweater. he reached up and scratched the black, wavy mop of hair on his head and ran his fingers through it. “may have heard of me, i don’t know.” he finally answered when he felt his hair wasn’t sticking up all over the place from the removal of his beanie. “now, who are you? before i resort to calling you blondie... or worse.” he gave another wicked smirk.
tagged, sofia.
words, five four three.
banner, me.
outfit, hurr.
lyrics, the reason by hoobastank.
notes, :]
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Post by sofia dorothy writley on Feb 18, 2011 19:25:06 GMT -8
Oh, well now, wasn’t he the clever one. At the very least, he definitely thought he was quite clever. She smiled wryly, “Oh, well of course I do. I’m an actress you know. Just like those hundreds of other girls wandering around LA.” She tilted her head at his reaction. Huh. If he didn’t care then there was really no reason to lie. “What are you working on exactly? Different ways to break your guitar?”
As she watched him, it seemed his mood abruptly changed. His face contorted, and he looked distressed. Anxious over something. He just looked so upset. She frowned a bit; it was an awful thing to see someone upset and not be able to do anything for them.
Then, there it was again. An abrupt shift in mood, behavior. He liked to do that. Synan. It was interesting, she liked it. She’d never heard anyone else with that sort of name. Again, the guy… Synan, shifted. Taking his beanie off, moving his arms. “Um, I’m not sure… Maybe,” she tried to think back to music she’d heard. There were just so many blank spaces it seemed in her memory. Either memories that she had literally lost, or just truly did not want to remember. She wasn’t quite sure of the difference anymore. Either way, they all sucked.
Blondie. She’d prefer or worse. Blondie was one thing she did remember. It was an old nick name. Stupid. Dumb. And she missed the voice that used to call it out. Ah well. What could one do. “Sofia. But just call me whatever nick name you can get from that. ‘Sofia’ just reminds me of my mother. And trust me, you have never heard of me,” she mocked him just slightly, a grin naturally lighting up on her face. “Sorry to disrupt any musical process you had going. I was curious, quite awake, and decided here was a better choice then going to some bar and drinking until I could get my eyes closed.” The thought had definitely crossed her mind. Of course, technically, she’d need a fake I.D. But she’d cut up her old one when she met Nate. So she’d just bat her eyelashes and give some guy half a smile so he’d buy her a drink. If she gave in and went that is. But he didn’t need to know that, as far as he was concerned she would be twenty. Or better, twenty one. She could pass for a very young twenty one. She’d say she was an August baby. Oh, that was a lie too. She’d have to keep track of these. “I can leave if you want me to. If you were doing something. You looked oh so productive. I wouldn’t want to stop you from finishing your next hit single.” She was rambling a lot tonight. Probably lack of sleep. She was a bit overtired. Over the years, Sofi had discovered, sleeping and being tired were two very separate things. Oh God, here she goes again. At least for the moment it was in her head.
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Post by synan bryan osman on Feb 19, 2011 9:54:57 GMT -8
he shrugged his shoulders and gave her a look that said ‘please, don’t care’. “I knew a few actresses and actors, sweets and none of them are good liars,” he smirked slightly. “And it’s more like thousands of girls wandering around L.A. They’re either a ‘budding musician,” he said, putting his hands up and making air quotes with his long digits, “or they’re and aspiring actress.” he crossed his arms over his chest again and grinned at her question, another shrug coming to him as he turned slightly and reached down to pick up his guitar, propping it slightly on the chair and wrapping his fingers around the top of the neck. “yes, i’m going to break my schecter custom,” he said rolling his eyes and released slid his grip down the neck of the guitar, a muffled, shrill sound coming from it. “trying to get this solo right... giving me hell, but ya know. it’ll come around.”
he watched her carefully as he returned his guitar to it’s original position by the control board. “maybe?” he questioned with a hint of amusement as he turned his chair around to face the door and flopped onto it, growing bored of this encounter already. “black sunshine syndicate,” he said in a slightly helpful tone, but one that was more irritated than anything. “‘pop band that is trying to be heavy metal.’” he said with more air quotes and yet another shrug. “critics don’t know what they’re talking about.”
running her name through his head, he began to think of different variations of ‘sofia’, all of them coming up to be dull and boring inside his head. after a long moment of just staring at her and brainstorming possible ideas, he brought his hand up in an ‘aha!’ moment and smiled. “i shall call you fee,” he said and his smiled grew slightly wider before turning back into his trademark smirk. “hmm... then maybe we can trade places? because i’d much rather be out getting smashed right now, but... yeah. uptight boyfriend is all about me ‘being healthy’ so i’m stuck doing this sober,” he said with so much detest in his voice, he wasn’t aware that it had come out of his own mouth until a few moments later. sure, becks was his everything at the moment and one of the very few people he’s been able to trust... but did he really have to give up drinking? next it’ll be smoking pot and that just won’t go over well with synan. “naw, stick around if you want. you seem to be, uh... somewhat creative, i guess? and i’d like to have someone to run this by if you’d be so kind.” he gave another smirk before turning his chair back around and picking up his guitar once more and setting it across his lap, picking at different notes and waiting for her to decide on what she was going to do. a part of him wanted her to leave, being as he presence was ruining his current antisocial mood. the other part of him wanted her to stick around and be the other creative being that he was looking for early that evening.
tagged, sofia.
words, five five one.
banner, me.
outfit, hurr.
lyrics, the reason by hoobastank.
notes, :]
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Post by sofia dorothy writley on Feb 22, 2011 20:21:42 GMT -8
Sofi just rolled her eyes. Hundreds, thousands. It’s all the same considering the fact that either way; ninety-nine point nine percent of them wouldn’t even be cast as an extra if they didn’t sleep with the casting director. Oh, LA, you give me an indescribable amount of faith in the good of people.
She wasn’t dumb so she understood that he was referring to his guitar. But really, there was no need to throw names around. She wasn’t enough of a musician to appreciate the gravity of a “schecter custom”. When she had started playing she had just grabbed her dad’s credit card and bought the one that she liked the look of. In her eyes, it hadn’t been the quality of the guitar she was playing that mattered; it was just another thing she would attempt to beat her sister with. A thing that, again, would fail miserably. “Oh God, we all know it would be a crime to break that. I don’t know though, you looked pretty destructive there.” Not that, the frustration of getting something right, she could appreciate. So she leveled with him on that point. “They always seem to at first, hm? I always used to remember being so angry with them at first. I could do the whole rest of the song perfectly but it seemed like once it came for the part where it was my time to shine, it would take forever to nail it.”
She nodded, one corner of her mouth turning up slightly, “Maybe. The period of time I was most likely to hear you guys is a bit out of focus. And I can definitely see what that critic was talking about. I’m sure your name was Sunshine Syndicate originally and you just added ‘black’ to make yourselves seem tough.” She teased him in an obvious manner; figuring making fun of his band would probably get her kicked out fast.
She shifted a little under his scrutiny. The look on his face quite clearly told her he wasn’t staring at her, just looking at her while thinking. There was a big difference. Regardless, she didn’t like eye contact. So she contented herself with looking around the room some more. She grinned at his resulting nick name. Surprisingly, no one had called her Fee before. It was so simple. She liked it.
“He expects a musician to stay sober? Doesn’t that go against some law of nature?” She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms, quirking an eyebrow at him, blue eyes laughing. “Though, I’m a big advocate for sobriety nowadays. So kudos, or whatever. It’s good to have that kind of support.” Before they walk out on you was her silent addition to the sentence, but she decided that was a bit too angry. The bitterness was already dripping from her voice.
Her smile grew at the invitation. “I don’t know if creative is the best description, but I’ll definitely tell you what I think. And by that I mean I’ll tell you if you rock it or if you just plain sucked.” Sleep wasn’t exactly forthcoming so she’d stay as long as she was welcome.
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Post by synan bryan osman on Feb 25, 2011 6:27:09 GMT -8
synan gave a cocky smirk in return to her words, already deciding that he was glad that he had kept her around. It was a breath of fresh air to find someone who was willing to throw word play at him. Most were either to afraid of what he might do to them or too afraid of losing their job - since he mostly socializes with his band, glimmering decline, and the crews between the two. glimmering decline being another band who black sunshine syndicate is very, very close to, to say the least. “it would be a crime, i must say. anything with pimp stripes should be treated with care.” he gave a nonchalant shrug. “not to mention, not many guitars have twenty four frets.” he smirked again and suddenly, he was itching to play some more. the more they spoke of guitars, the more he was itching to write something new, or at least get down this solo that has been driving him insane. he actually wished becks was here. his boyfriend was always the best person to bounce ideas off of. not to mention, he knew how to keep him sane in the process. he’s never once broken a guitar in becks’ presence.
“you play?” he questioned with and amused grin. “the rest of the song is cake. a lot of hammer on’s so it’s not a lot of work. but this... mother fucking solo is so much sweeping and a lot of repetition.” he took a deep breath and wiggled his long fingers in front of him, stretching them out slightly as he thought of the ridiculous solo. he bust out into a chuckle when she commented on his band name and shrugged. “you know, i couldn’t tell you exactly how the name came up. that point in time is the one that’s out of focus for me. five years ago... i had just turned twenty one. being able to drink legally was the best.” he finally composed himself and smiled. “though, i’m pretty sure it started out as ‘black sunshine’ and we later added the ‘syndicate’.”
he gave another light laugh as she continued talking and shrugged once again. “not exactly sober, per say...” he took a moment to find the correct word choice before continuing. “just not completely shit faced all the time. something about being healthier so i don’t die or something. i don’t know.” he wasn’t exactly sure what becks was getting at when it came to his drinking and drug problem. he understood that becks didn’t like it, but it was just... a major problem for him. it sucked that the only thing that could get him to sleep at night was smoking himself comatose or drinking himself until he was almost positive his liver was not going to make it another day. that or a night with his best friend, but that usually involved smoking and drinking too because that’s just how jovany and him were. so different, yet so alike.
he gave her another smirk and nodded toward the seat next to his own by the control board. “let’s see if i can do it again without completely butchering it.” he turned and flopped into his seat, clicking on the microphone and grabbing his guitar and placing it across his lap. he played a few experimental notes before glancing up at her and then back to his guitar. placing his fingers across the frets, he began to play.
tagged, sofia.
words, five nine one.
banner, me.
outfit, hurr.
lyrics, the reason by hoobastank.
notes, :]
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Post by sofia dorothy writley on Mar 6, 2011 19:06:57 GMT -8
(ooc; I really do plan on replying to this. My ability to get on the internet has been spotty the last couple weeks. I should have it tomorrow. Sorry. :/ )
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