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Post by ROUX LORE on Mar 14, 2015 3:35:52 GMT
Strutting like a Leonardo DiCaprio, he headed into headquarters. A knowing grin on his face as he caught the receptionist's glance. He raised his eyebrows and tossed her a pointed finger. He blinked rapidly while all he saw her return was a blank stare. Well, that was enough to lower his tempo. He saw people boarding the elevator and he picked up the pace.
"Hold it!" He shouted and no one had made a move to press the button to keep the door open for him. As the doors closed, he frowned and stood in front of the metal doors, looking at his reflection as the elevator car ascended. "Some people's fucking kids." He grumbled and then bit the corner of his mouth, looking around. He stepped over to the elevator call buttons and pressed the up arrow. "And, at this point, I could take the stairs like some poor person or just be late for studio time." He pressed the up button, impatiently, several more times before he stepped backward and folded his arms over his chest.
A text buzzed his posterior and he pulled his phone out to check it.
Where are you? The schedule is very strict! You have five minutes or we forfeit it for the day.
Roux was now at the elevator controls, pressing more furiously than before. Press. Press. Press. Press.
The elevator lights were moving down and he began tapping his foot. An elevator door opened behind him finally and he turned to see people shoving into it already. His eyebrow twitched.
Fuck it. Stairs it is. He was determined to climb ten flights of stairs - his pacing to the stairwell slowed - in five minutes.
Nope. He turned right back around and heard a ding. People shoved through the door and he got in. Despite the cramped conditions. He was never coming here in the morning again.
"Ten, press ten please!" He shouted to the person pressing buttons. He was stuck in the elevator, surrounded by the suits of ANL. Women were near him and he raised his hands in the air awkwardly. He really didn't want to even mistakenly touch anybody.
The tenth floor came and he squeezed himself out of the group of people. Breathing what seemed to be cooler and more refreshing air, he took it in and hurried into studio 4.
"Shut up! I'm here!" He said after a quick jog into the room. "I was stuck in the lobby, you pricks."
"Too late. You're ten minutes late. Studio time's been taken." The manager told him. The sound engineer didn't even bother to make eye contact with him.
"Christ! Ten minutes!" Roux waved his arms. "Who was just waiting around to take my timeslot?" He asked and then looked to the recording booth. "Oh." He stared blankly and sat down. "Well, might as well hear this shit if it's being made on my time. Go ahead." He snorted from the chair.
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Post by CYRIL ASGER on Apr 10, 2015 19:02:11 GMT
He was standing by the door, arms crossed and foot tapping against the tiled floor as he watched the kid rush into the studio. The older male shook his head as he glanced down to take a look at his wrist watch. "You're late. Ten minutes late and the studio's time has been taken."
As the boy took a seat, Cyril did as well, sitting across from him. He crossed a leg over the other and rested his chin in his hand, his elbow sitting against the armrest as it held him up. He didn't look all that impressed, his expression blank as he sized the boy up. "I told you, did I not, that this schedule was very time sensitive?" His voice was stern, yet flowed, his accent thick as he spoke. He pointed out towards the other musician on the other side of the glass. "Take a look at your paycheck. Because it's their's now."
Surely, Roux didn't think he was going to be paid for sitting on his ass while some other person actually did their job?
ROUX LOREI hope you don't mind me swooping in here ;o;
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 1:07:08 GMT
Turn that knob, reduce one part, emphasize another. It was all hard work, straining the poor girl who had been locked up at the studio like some sort of criminal. Ever since 7am she had been there, turning knobs and reducing frequencies until each section of the song was perfect. Christian had even neglected to get any lunch yet, despite it being around 1 or so. "Man, am I ever going to finish this shit?" She groaned, laying back on her somewhat comfortable chair. It were times like this where a nice nap would make everything feel slightly better, however, the world had thought differently.
"Christ! Ten minutes!"
Oh, what a lovely sound. Another annoying brat just lost their recording time. Ain't that lovely? Chuckling at their misfortune, Christian pictured some uptight snob with wannabe punk clothing. He probably has those ridiculous spike collars on too, she thought. Ah, in no time at all, these thoughts brought her sprawled out, dead legs back to life. Lunch was possibly another factor that played in the revival of her two legs. "And...up we go!" Like a mummy rising from it's grave, Christian eventually got up from the chair. It took a moment or two to regain her balance, but nonetheless she was able to saunter out and into the halls of ANL records.
Along her travels, something caught her eye. There, within the next room, stood an usual up kept man, wearing some sort of expensive suit. The man's choice of clothing and clean cut appearance instantly brought shame to the girl, who was wearing nothing more than a black hoodie and jeans. Oh, and her lucky pair of headphones, of course. "Yo, who's in there?" She asked the man, curious as to what artist was recording. Regardless of what genre of music the person was going to play, there had to be something interesting about them. Maybe they have an interesting way of conveying their music or something.
ROUX LORE CYRIL ASGER
I hope you guys don't mind!~
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