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Post by carmelo shanks on Jul 6, 2009 14:57:36 GMT -5
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Carmelo sat on the chair. Just about. In fact he was squirming all over the show on it, his one foot tapping on the footrest whilst the other was stretched far out in front. His right hand was up, holding in mid air as he sung into the covered microphone. It was one of the bains of having to record for a man, that regardless of where they were, needed to be moving around when he sung their music. He was singing over a very limited track considering not everything had been recorded for the song yet. A strange order maybe, but that was how this recording artist wanted it. They would be able to mix and fix some of the vocals on top of the music when it came to it, but for now this was how it went down. It didn't bother Carmelo considering he would never pass up an opportunity to sing their new songs. Such a showman.
Opening his eyes, Shanksy sat back and stopped singing, instead looking past the microphone at the people sitting behind the glass, his face scrunched up a little. "Do I have to sit down... really?" Carmelo ignored the rolling of the eyes and could see the mumbling of people but because of the sound covering, he didn't have a clue what they were saying. Judging by the expressions, Carm would bet it included a few choice cussing and moaning. It had been his fifth time to ask though. Today. He knew he was annoying them; not that it bothered him to any great extent. Grinning, he sighed when the backing music started again and he licked his lips and shrugged at them. He couldn't understand how anyone could sing a fast, up-beat song with their butts planted on a wooden chair.
The techs had mentioned something about the microphone having been distanced the perfect amount for him to sit down on. They had made a crack about his whopping 5 foot 7 (just about) height to which he had simply glared at. So in truth, this was payback. Licking his lips he adjusted the headphones on his head and rested a hand on the handle on the mic just to keep it busy and out of the way. Even in recording he was like he was on stage, although of course here he didn't have anything he could trip over or jump around on. Carm just had to sit still on a stool. Tapping his foot again, he took a large enough breath and belted out a higher note, hitting the key and holding it for as long as he could; for that was the song. Pulling back, he trailed off and then was back at the mic to sing the next bit quickly, a smirk on his face. If he wasn't having fun then he wouldn't be in music would he.
Truthfully, Carmelo just needed to get this part out of the way. Then the true fun could begin. He hated doing recording on his own, but when other members of the band joined in, it felt better, more real. Hitting the last note he needed to with ease, Carmelo let out a little laugh, just knowing that they would probably include it in the actual album but it was an honest one. He was hyped for the next part of the recording, which in Carmelo Shanks terms, and in fact just 'This Saturday' terms, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. It normally included plenty of laughing, messing with his voice and mocking anyone that got in their way. Good times all in all.
Status: Finished.
Words: 605 (not bad for a starter ! ! !)
Tagg: Open, This Saturday
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Post by steele sikes on Jul 8, 2009 17:24:33 GMT -5
 they know you're lonely, and they will only break your heartAND THIS MASTERPIECE WILL TEAR YOU APARTthe best part about being TS's drummer, was that steele could practice anywhere. he didn't necessarily need drums to do it either, just bang on anything. the table; the floor; the walls; all were instruments for this young talent. plus, he didn't need to spend thousands of hours recording his singing, practicing those high notes because one, steele did not sing, nor could he sing; and two, there wasn't any high notes on the drums to practice. so it all worked out. though he didn't need to be there in the morning while his fellow band mate sang through the songs, he always liked to be there and supporting him, though last night had been another one of his late nights. in the recording studio, TS had a reputation of being the party animals, and for the most part it was true, so it was usual for steele or one of the other guys to show up to the studio hung over or with bloodshot eyes.
steele happened to have both this morning. as much as he tried to take a shower and clean himself up a bit, the smell of alcohol still clung to his breath. he popped in three breath mints into his mouth as he grabbed his drumsticks and headed out of the house. he quickly locked it behind him, double checking on the handle that it wouldn't open. he wanted to make sure that no crazed fans can break into his house and find a souvenir or go through his trash. as creepy and weird as that sounded, one can never be too careful. once he was completely locked up, steele headed down to his car and drove to the studio. he parked in the next nearest spot to the door, though there were a lot of people here already. steele wondered just how many people were here for them. steele sighed as he got out and walked into the studio. once inside, he followed to the sound of his band mate's voice.
he pressed his ear up to the potential door where he heard the sound escape the most. he knew he was a bit late to hear most of the recording, but better late than never, he thought. he waited outside the door until the song was over. he had listened to a version of the song several times before, a pretty bare version since the song was brand new, that he knew when it ended. he slowly walked in and was greeted with at least a dozen eyes glaring at him as if he interrupted some kind of meeting, though they were just sitting there around the speaker, with his friend behind the mikes. steele cautiously closed the door, as if he were afraid he was going to get yelled at if he didn't close it all the way. he looked at the crowd of people and smirked, "lovely day outside isn't it?" he asked, trying to break the ice.
he looked past the crowd and once again saw his friend. this seemed to lighten up the mood. he smiled and waved to his friend. "hey carmelo." he said rather loudly. being a victim behind the mics he knew that it was almost impossible to hear what they were saying. he took a seat next to the mics and looked. the crowd of people finally loosened up and they continued to go on with their jobs. steele sat there, trying to keep himself from pounding on his leg, but as they replayed the song, he couldn't help himself but play along with it, pretending as though his legs were the drum heads. he sat there, closing his eyes, and pretending they were preforming. a few minutes later, the song ended and steele threw his drumstick to the ground and stood up and yelled, "thank you las vegas!" steele raised his eyes. he opened his eyes and realized he was back in the studio, and once again all eyes were on him.
tagg; TS band members and the like ! word count: 667 lyric credit: masterpiece theater ii - marianas trench graphic credit: me : ) outfit: look in the picture muse: pretty good notes: not bad for a second post either, lol credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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