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Post by whitney on Aug 30, 2010 1:11:39 GMT -5
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[/color][/b] She had been watching the tech’s for months, so that the only people in that studio were Whit and Luke. She waited for him to come out, and swiveled her chair to face the door. “That was a great set, you sounded fantastic. The song is coming together beautifully, so soon we should have a few tracks. Which means we can take the rest of the night off.”[/color] She smiled up at him. Waiting to see what he would say or do. Hopefully they could just chill in the studio all night. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/ul][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG luke!
WORDS!? - five eight four
MUSE!? - crap...i'm really tired
CLOTHING!? - click
NOTES!? -this is blahhhh im sorry
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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Post by luke on Aug 31, 2010 16:34:39 GMT -5
cause this is the real thing [/i][/color] ,[/size] love changes everything *[/font]
( THIS IS THE NIGHT WHEN EVERY HEART'S EXPLODING! )
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“That was great Luke; you can come out and hear what it sounds like if you want.”
Sitting behind the large studio drum set in the Carry On Records studio, well, one small room in the large facility, Luke had found his groove, of course – he always did when he had the time to get into it, just being around music, especially that of his bands, he was inspired, it kept him going – and today was just another day for the drummer, whom had decided to come in on a Saturday just to get his set done and over with, he wasn’t sure who had, or hadn’t, done their studio recordings yet, but he knew he wouldn’t be the last one, after the last recording when Luke was apparently a ‘week late,’ which he didn’t believe one bit.
Slowly stepping out from behind the drum set, Luke’s height was apparent, at over 6’, he looked tall compared to most of his band members, and while he was stuck in the back of the stage, he was tall enough for people to notice, slowly tossing the drum sticks onto a small table at the side of the room, Luke used his right forearm to wipe the sweat away from his face, while the bandana, which had been tied around his forehead, held his hair and sweat back, it didn’t always do the job, which was why during concerts he carried a rag with him, just in case things got a little sweaty.
Smiling as he walked out, Luke had heard her murmur over the speaker into the room, not quite sure of what she said due to the fact he was caught up in the moment, he knew the set was over, and by the look on her face, she was pleased. His body covered in a light shade of sweat, it was obvious Luke had been in there for some time, and while air conditioning was there, and was on – the fast movements and up-tempo rhythms kept Luke busy, and while he had done it since he was around thirteen, it was still tiring at times.
“Not bad, not bad.” He quickly commented, sitting down in one of the empty chairs, before slowly turning it on its wheels to face Whitney, the band’s manager, with a childish grin on his face, he knew he kicked ass in there, and he knew he was a damned good drummer, and while he wasn’t irreplaceable by the band, there wasn’t any need for him to go, he wasn’t bad – he didn’t start shit, and he was relatively quiet around the media , he kept enemies to a minimum.
“That was a great set, you sounded fantastic. The song is coming together beautifully, so soon we should have a few tracks. Which means we can take the rest of the night off.”
Nodding his head, a small smile on his face, he agreed – the rest of the night would be good, he had already been there for some time, and with how tired he was, it wasn’t like there was anything else to do. Slowly reaching into the bag that Luke had brought with him, he quickly pulled out a bottle of water, popped off the cap and slowly began to drink it, there was something about water that always tasted better from the bottle than tap, it was just weird – but it made sense to Luke.
“So, with us being all done for the night, what are you going to do with the rest of your evening? It’s only…. Eight o’clock.” He said, slowly tightening the cap on his water as he faced the young manager, she was his age, and the age of most of the other members of Clocks Don’t Stop, but they had all been together for some time, with a small smile on his face, Luke slowly looked back into the recording room, where the lights had since shut off. “Has anyone else been into the studio yet? Or am I the only one lucky enough to be graced with a one-on-one appearance with Miss. Fallon?” Luke said casually, trying to spark some sort of conversation, hating the feeling of the odd silence.
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Post by whitney on Aug 31, 2010 19:04:43 GMT -5
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[/b][/color] Letting the track play, Whitney realized just how proud of the boys she really was. They impressed her every day that she was around them, and her tiny body was overwhelmed with that feeling. These were her boys, and it would always be that way. She glanced over at Luke seeing him with the bottle of water to his lips. She smiled at him, and looked pleased with herself. “Well Luke, what did you think? Is it just as amazing as I thought or is it that much more amazing?”[/color] She let a small giggle; she loved being involved and being with the guys. Her goal as a manager was basically the same as her being their friend. It was how that worked. She loved them all dearly. She continued to peep glances over her shoulder at him and smile. She was waiting for him to answer, but he changed the topic. Whit really had not thought about what she was going to do afterwards. Honestly she thought that she was going to be there a lot longer than what they were. She grinned at him, and strapped her high heels back onto her feet before she stood up. She was stretching her legs thinking about how to answer Luke’s way of starting a conversation. Whitney’s sweatshirt hung low on her left arm. She just let it rest on her elbow, as it showed part of her right side. Her legs were also being shown off by a pair of super short shorts. Whitney was not dressed to go, so she would either stay there and try and get some more work done, or she was going to go back to her apartment and relax. Either would be more enjoyable if a certain someone where to join her. She smiled as she spoke. “Well, you’re right. It is really early, but I have no plans. I might stay here since there is a lot of work to do on the album, or there is the option of me going home and relaxing. I’m not exactly dressed to do much else. I thought we would be here longer. What do you got planned? Breaking any girl’s heart tonight?”[/color] She smiled at him and hoped that he knew she was teasing. She loved to mess with his brain sometimes. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/ul][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG luke!
WORDS!? - seven two five
MUSE!? - crap...i'm really tired
CLOTHING!? - click
NOTES!? -this is blahhhh im sorry
CREDIT!? - Goes to Squee @ CautionTwo.Oh, bishes.
>_> Steal it and I'll eat your face.
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