Post by nezumi on Aug 10, 2011 14:58:06 GMT -5
Character(s): Kenji Takuto and whoever wants to meet him still!
Time: After classes.
Location: Recording Studio
The blue-haired boy had only been inside one recording studio in his life, which is why the padded walls and ridiculous amount of space behind the door still amazed him. Never before would he have guessed that he would have access to something like this, and at school of all places.
His mind was a theater, replaying and replaying his favorite memories on loop to keep him from diving into the depressing aspects, and this -- entering the Aozora recording studio for the first time -- would be one of those incredibly happy moments that he would never grow sick of living again and again.
Grey eyes danced around the room, taking everything for the second time. Kenji felt like he was dreaming, being in the studio alone with his guitar in his hand -- it's the little things.
Spotting a stool in the corner of the room, Kenji moved hastily to retrieve it and place it under the microphone. For some odd reason that even he didn't understand, Kenji always felt more comfortable playing while sitting down than standing up. At the auditions, he had had many a confused look thrown his way while he moved to sit down on the edge of the stage and play.
"It's more comfortable," Kenji had rationalized back then, but, now, the real reasons escaped him.
It took the boy a moment to realize that being alone in here wasn't a good thing -- he would need someone to man the controls in the adjacent room, but had no one, nor was there someone he could call. He thought fleetingly of Chiaki, if his piano-playing friend would come help him, but shooed the thought away. He was probably with that purple-haired boy Daisuke that he often talked of. Kenji was glad that his friend was happy, and didn't want to encroach on their time together.
He sighed, growing closer and closer to fiddling with the controls himself. The track would sound like one of the old ones that he enjoyed in which you could clearly tell that the artist had recorded it themselves -- doors shutting and footsteps in the beginning -- and he wasn't exactly sold on his first recorded track sounding like that.
The boy's fingers tugged at the strings of his guitar, willing someone with common sense to walk through the door and offer to help him. He began to play quietly, under the impression that whenever music was being played at Aozora, at least three students would come running.
That's how it had been in his experience, anyway.
Time: After classes.
Location: Recording Studio
The blue-haired boy had only been inside one recording studio in his life, which is why the padded walls and ridiculous amount of space behind the door still amazed him. Never before would he have guessed that he would have access to something like this, and at school of all places.
His mind was a theater, replaying and replaying his favorite memories on loop to keep him from diving into the depressing aspects, and this -- entering the Aozora recording studio for the first time -- would be one of those incredibly happy moments that he would never grow sick of living again and again.
Grey eyes danced around the room, taking everything for the second time. Kenji felt like he was dreaming, being in the studio alone with his guitar in his hand -- it's the little things.
Spotting a stool in the corner of the room, Kenji moved hastily to retrieve it and place it under the microphone. For some odd reason that even he didn't understand, Kenji always felt more comfortable playing while sitting down than standing up. At the auditions, he had had many a confused look thrown his way while he moved to sit down on the edge of the stage and play.
"It's more comfortable," Kenji had rationalized back then, but, now, the real reasons escaped him.
It took the boy a moment to realize that being alone in here wasn't a good thing -- he would need someone to man the controls in the adjacent room, but had no one, nor was there someone he could call. He thought fleetingly of Chiaki, if his piano-playing friend would come help him, but shooed the thought away. He was probably with that purple-haired boy Daisuke that he often talked of. Kenji was glad that his friend was happy, and didn't want to encroach on their time together.
He sighed, growing closer and closer to fiddling with the controls himself. The track would sound like one of the old ones that he enjoyed in which you could clearly tell that the artist had recorded it themselves -- doors shutting and footsteps in the beginning -- and he wasn't exactly sold on his first recorded track sounding like that.
The boy's fingers tugged at the strings of his guitar, willing someone with common sense to walk through the door and offer to help him. He began to play quietly, under the impression that whenever music was being played at Aozora, at least three students would come running.
That's how it had been in his experience, anyway.
