#at the risk of sounding corny at the beginning if it could be measured

[shadystranger]

coming out to say I think the ending was evil as balls and horrible to sam why'd you force him to live intrinsically broken inside and hollow living for the longest soul-decaying while without the person he loves most waking up every day and going goddammit not again while becoming a shell of a human it's almost sadistic why'd you do this to him

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

[pleasinglytherandom]

Soul Split Drabble #6

Oh hey, look another one of these. Well, if you didn’t see my recent post/inspiration...ehehe, you are all in for a surprise. Now, this might be somewhat (it definitely is) of a spoiler for what you will all be looking forward to, but I will try to keep it somewhat vague on the details and just keep the major details out and cut off somewhere so you can still be surprised on some things. Why am I doing such a major scene? Well...my heart was telling me to and I couldn’t resist it. (In all seriousness though, the song compelled me to and I need a vent and a different and less personal reason to cry over the lyrics) A twist to this one though...this is gonna be a song drabble! I���ll leave what song it is and where it is from at the very end though along with the credit. (Take note, this will be edited out when I do eventually get to writing this whole thing)

The scene of the day? This...is gonna be what I have dubbed in my AU as The Talk. I have yet to actually plan it out and write the actual specific dialogue for this, but I figured...eh, doesn’t hurt to get an early idea. Fun Fact: This is one of the first few ideas that led up to the whole thing of developing this AU.  Ready to cry or have general feels? Grab your tissues and enjoy reading!

~~~~~~~~~ A setting sun colored the sky orange and pink in the docks of Domino Pier. Fishing boats and their crew have docked in their appropriate spots for the end of their shift. Horns and bells go off for the final time and left the air to be silent. An early spring breeze frolicked past Atem and Yugi as it took the salty scent of the ocean. The two young men walked along the walk as waves gently lapped the concrete in it’s own bio-rhythm, giving the man made location a heart of it’s own. Atem stopped in the middle of his walk and stared into the horizon. He intently gave the view his attention and listened to the surroundings around him. The joy and pleasantness gradually drained from his eyes as he turned his body to face the ocean entirely. A frown deepened in his features, and a solemn shadow shows it’s face behind his smile. Something that has clearly taken effort to build up courage for and prepare to say.

The sudden stop causes Yugi to pause and turn to see what made Atem disappear temporarily. The expression on his best friend’s face made Yugi wince in pain and worry. His own smile vanished instantly and he retraced his steps to stand by Atem’s side and watched the setting sun with him.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Yugi commented gently. He scuttled a bit closer to nudge his shoulder with Atem’s, attempting a new smile. “Something like this we can see in our own town. It makes you feel like you are a part of something bigger.” “Indeed...” Atem muttered his agreement. His eye lids lowered disheartened at Yugi’s words. “I wish I could see the good like you do, partner.”

I never meant to make it such a mess I never thought that it would go this far

Hearing Atem using the familiar nickname, Yugi looked at him more directly. As of late, Atem uses it in situations where he may say something that might upset Yugi. Or uses it as an indirect comfort device. 

“What do you mean?” Yugi asked as he searched Atem’s face for more clues. “...Is this about before?”

So I just stand here sorry Searching for something to say Something to say

“...Do you remember everything I have done in the past, partner?” Atem wets his dry lips and his hands clutches to the sides of his pants. “Even before we became truly aware of each other? All of that I have done...”

He trailed off into nothing as he continued to look only at the sun. He avoided Yugi’s inquiring gaze. The pounding in his ears and the faintness he was experiencing threatened to make him collapse. He needed every bit of focus to keep standing...to stay on task. He needed to know...he has been wondering for so long and has imagined every scenario except the one he is in right now. 

After everything that has been done and given up to even have this second chance, this second life, this second time to confront what he has been through...if he doesn’t do it now, he will forever carry the guilt with him.

“No, I don’t...” Yugi answered after the pause. He couldn’t hide the confusion when he did. “I only remember from the events of Death-T and on-wards. I could only suspect what was happening before then. I figured it out, but I wasn’t aware what happened during the times you were in control. ...Why do you ask?” 

Words fail, words fail There's nothing I can say

Atem gulped and gripped the material in his hands tighter. Sweat dripped from his forehead down passed his collarbone out of anxiousness. The surprise in Yugi’s eyes stood out far too much to him. It made his body jump and his heart thump faster. His fear is building despite the fact that it should be releasing right now. He has been preparing for this for some time, he is the one who initiated this, why aren’t the words coming out?

“Atem...? Other Me?” Yugi called out softly and went to wrap his pinky finger around Atem’s...to only find that his hands were desperately clinging to himself. He gingerly unclasped the nearest hand and held the smallest finger with his own. “...What’s bothering you?”

I guess I thought I could be part of this I never had this kind of thing before I never had that perfect girl Who somehow could see the good part of me

“...After remembering everything,” Atem swallowed hard, beginning slowly with a tightened voice. “I kept thinking...why and when you forgave me for my actions. Even knowing what lengths I was willing to go at first, and even admitting that you were afraid of me, I realized...that you still saw me as someone who had a good heart. You never hated me...you never questioned my methods or what I did before you realized what was happening. I risked your physical body, Yugi! And I risked everyone else that interacted with me at all! No matter how small...it didn’t matter. The fact I still roamed the Earth put everyone in danger...but especially your’s and our friends...”

Atem took a shaky breath and Yugi waited for him to continue. Yugi stiffened his jaw when he saw that tears were beginning to overflow in Atem’s eyes. For good measure, Yugi even bit his own tongue to prevent any sound from escaping. But it didn’t prevent his own tears from building up in his own ducts.

“Yugi, do you have any idea how many people has some sort of psychological problem because I saw it fit for them as punishment for what they were trying to do?” Atem questioned with a sob. The tears trailed down past his face and dripped from his chin. His lips trembled like his entire being was quaking...but in reality, he is stiff as a board. “Even if they weren’t threatening you or our friends, I still did it. I’m certain a criminal is dead because of me...he didn’t need to die. It’s on my hands...the fact he went up in flames is in my conscious. ...Why would you forgive someone like me? Why would you care for someone who mercilessly did those kinds of acts?”

Finally, Atem turned to face Yugi and sees the reflection of himself in the giant pools of inky amethyst. All he could see is the desperation for the truth and the grasping to cling onto the person he cares for the most. He looked ugly in not only expression, but for why he is doing this. It is the most selfish thing he has done in a long time. 

I never had the dad who stuck it out No corny jokes or baseball gloves No mom who just was there 'Cause mom was all that she had to be

“Gods, I know was taught to be merciless, I know my upbringing wasn’t normal compared to this life...” Atem continued quickly, his voice quivering with every syllable. “I know being Pharaoh requires such an aggressive front. But none of that justifies my actions. I never deserved to be brought back here with everyone...with you...And I know you told me that you disagreed with me in that regard. But I still got to know why...why?”

That's not a worthy explanation I know there is none Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done

It was done. Atem got it out. There is nothing he can do to take it back.

The two sat there frozen with tears falling like they mirrored each other. The tension filled wait to hear what Yugi had to say felt longer than the thousand years he did in the Puzzle. His answer...probably the most important one he needed. More important than his memories, more important than anything he has faced. It could either release him from his guilt or crush him to the point he would rather wish he was never given this chance again.

Yugi shook his head and shared his true disapproving expression. Atem’s heart sunk and his breath hitched at the face Yugi made. His legs wobbled and wanted to cave in, but he felt too numb to do anything.

It was only when Yugi cupped his cheek and smiled weakly after that he raised an eyebrow in shock.

Words fail, words fail There's nothing I can say Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had And it's right there, right there, right there In front of you

“What made you think I worried about any of that?” Yugi questioned, the sad tone carrying his words creating an ambivalent atmosphere between the two. In it’s own weird way, the tears glistening from the sunset resembled the same glimmer of hope in Yugi’s eyes. Like it seem to be dripping from him. “You only did what I wanted to do...I wanted to stand up strong and face the bullies head-on. But I knew I couldn’t...my dislike of fighting didn’t start pure and selfless. It was only when I grew up that I realized how much of a waste of time it was to fight with anyone. Hurting people wasn’t my goal...I just wanted to protect myself, avoid trouble, and make friends...and eventually the desire to protect my friends became my only goal once I finished the Puzzle and you became a part of my life. So why would I forgive and care for you? Well...because I was not any better. It would be hypocritical to get mad over something you did when I wanted that for a long time. On top of that...it was clear to me you did everything you could to keep me and my friends safe. You didn’t know who I was and yet you cared deeply whether I would be hurt or not. How could I not grow to admire someone like you? The cool Other Me...”

Yugi’s smile grew to the same admiration he always held and chuckled at the nostalgic words. He wiped away the tears Atem still had and gently brushed away the bangs to the side.

“If you can’t accept those reasons, let me put it this way,” Yugi began again and tried to keep his voice steadier this time. “You gave me the reasons I needed to keep pushing forward...if it weren’t for you, I am not sure where I would be right now.”

And you want to believe it's true So you make it true And you think maybe everybody wants it And needs it, a little bit too

“But, how am I any different--”

“Don’t keep talking about yourself like that!” Yugi cut Atem off sharply, his face now angry. “Now it’s my turn to ask you questions. Do you have any idea how much I worried about you this past month? How I have watched you become more drained and consumed by this self-hatred? The lack of sleep, the lack of confidence...but I didn’t say anything because I thought you weren’t ready to talk yet!”

“Y-Yugi, I--” Atem stopped short when he noticed Yugi is crying harder.

This was just a sad invention It wasn't real, I know

“It’s selfish of you to think I wouldn’t notice and to keep this to yourself!” Yugi unintentionally raised his voice, his voice trembling more and more. His hands moved to Atem’s shoulders and shook him a couple times in frustration. “Why would you think I care about the past atrocities when I was an atrocity within itself?! You were my first friend, Atem! I just wasn’t ready to appreciate you completely! Yes, you were the most unorthodox friend I ever had, but that doesn’t make you less likeable because of what you were willing to do to protect the ones you care about! We have been close for two years and you still don’t get what I value most? Shame on you!”

Atem could not say anything. Yugi’s words hit hard and made his mouth drop open. The more Yugi spoke, the more dumbfounded he felt.

“Have you not seen what I was willing to do for you?” Yugi cried out his question, knowing it is a rhetorical one. “What I would still do for you? If I could, I would go in your soul again and take away the sadness by simply being there! I could...I could do so much more than this if you let me...”

But we were happy I guess I couldn't let that go I guess I couldn't give that up I guess I wanted to believe 'Cause if I just believe Then I don't have to see what's really there

Yugi went quiet and shut his eyes as he cried loudly. His body shook while he sobbed. Atem stood there stunned, the weight behind Yugi’s words sinking in more and more. The realization of why he did what he did seeming less reasonable the more he thought about it. It wasn’t worth trying to take more guilt upon himself if it caused Yugi this much pain...the twist inside his heart more unbearable than the build-up to this conversation.

“Yugi...?” Atem inquired with a croak, lifting Yugi’s face to see it directly once more. “You know...you have taught me another valuable lesson.”

“Huh...?” Yugi opened his eyes and blinked away the immediate tears. He wiped his nose with the sleeve of his jacket and sniffed. “What lesson?”

No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than these broken parts Pretend I'm something other than this mess that I am 'Cause then I don't have to look at it And no one gets to look at it No, no one can really see

“You taught me how cowardly I really am...by being afraid of the past that I needed to discover so long ago,” Atem spoke tenderly and smiled sadly. “When really, discussing it was never needed. You reminded me the lesson of not facing things alone is much better...even though that’s what I came to you for, I never did it to begin with. I thought that since I handled things alone before finding you, it wasn’t necessary to bring up on those problems...I thought I could shield you from the worst. But truthfully, you know my worst better than I do.”

'Cause I've learned to slam on the brake Before I even turn the key Before I make the mistake Before I lead with the worst of me I never let them see the worst of me

“What’s worse, my own worst nightmare happened because of this...” Atem spoke with remorse. He went to reach for Yugi’s face, a slight hesitance making him briefly stop before he dried his eyes. “I hurt you due to my incompetence. My unwillingness to put aside my own pride did all of this. I’m sorry...I wish I could undo everything and try again. I’ll admit...I am still trying to learn to live without being connected like we used to, so telling you everything myself is something I am not used to...”

Atem knows it’s a big step. It makes his fears more real and his anxieties stronger and bigger...

'Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?

“And I know it’s not an excuse,” Atem continued and exhaled a deep breath. “But I want to make it up to you...I want to do everything in my power to make your efforts and your confession not go into vain...I want to reciprocate everything you gave me properly...if you let me.”

Will I just keep on running away from what's true? All I ever do is run So how do I step in Step into the sun? Step into the sun

Yugi smiled wide with the last of his tears dripping free, and he jumped into Atem’s arms with the biggest hug he could give.

That was answer enough for either of them.

~~~

“Words Fail” from the Broadway Musical Dear Evan Hansen. Sung by Ben Platt. Written by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul.

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How You Can Be Successful In The Background Music Enterprise. Component 2

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How You Can Be Successful In The Background Music Enterprise. Component 2

So you nevertheless wanna be described as a celebrity?

Portion 2

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It%u2019s usually great to understand that you will find almost certainly tens of thousands of individuals worldwide (maybe thousands and thousands, who knows? !) doing the same thing you are. There%u2019s no shortage of home studios converting out songs without any general shortage of agencies, especially on the net, suggesting how to %u201CMake it Big%u201D.

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Songs is extremely subjective – most of us notice different things in it, indeed, people need different things from tunes so it will be acceptable to us, regardless of whether being a composer or a listener. There are fantastic performers who definitely are technically amazing taking part in various tools but history audio that is certainly devoid of soul or enthusiasm and restricted by personal enforced musical restrictions. On the other hand there are actually music artists and bands with little or no education who is able to blow your mind with artistic and amazing tunes because they are not constrained by conventional musical coaching. It%u2019s also worth pointing out that as being a skilled music performer doesn%u2019t make for a competent composer of audio! And even a qualified composer can%u2019t always imbue the formula with this special ingredient that make folks rest up and take notice.

It%u2019s also correct to state that the great musician/composer is not necessarily a good business engineer! This can be a reality that for me, is frequently overlooked. Way too many composers feel that because they have accessibility to an all vocal, all dancing workstation and personal computer, they are able to end up an incredible documenting. Usually, nothing is further from the reality. Composing is a expertise, and engineering an album is another, very different ability. Mastering an album is another, completely different skill. I%u2019m not suggesting a person cannot do each one of these issues well. Naturally they can, with several years of experience, and even then, with insight utilizing sources.

Lots of occasions I%u2019ve sat listening to a trial where composer is persuaded how the songs and the documenting is %u201Cgreat%u201D if in simple fact it isn%u2019t. The saving and utilize of sounds is corny and naff, however the composer can%u2019t hear it simply because they haven%u2019t %u201Cstepped outside of the box%u201D, as I would say. They haven%u2019t stood back through the audio and listened to the taking and compared like for like towards specialist recordings of the genre.

It%u2019s a tough training to find out, to become personal essential of your personal masterpieces and often to comprehend that your development is actually not even close to excellent and that sometimes, the right spot for your development is incorporated in the bin and that you should begin once more on an additional strategy. But this is probably just about the most significant lessons to become acquired in the musical experience.

Additionally, it crucial that you think of this 1 unpalatable fact. Your record might be great. It might have good tunes, be recorded and so forth. and so on. nevertheless it just might not be sufficiently good to be anything greater than an inde record that markets a couple of one hundred replicates. That%u2019s Daily life!

Whether it doesn%u2019t make an immediate impact, It%u2019s a straightforward simple fact that document companies will hear the initial 20 moments of your trial after which swap them back and consign the demonstration towards the container.

That%u2019s not only a/R gentlemen sometimes. Some yrs ago, a serious label experienced a lot of demos that its A/R section couldn%u2019t handle every one of them thus it gave loads of demos to everybody, even products to search through. In the event the Compact disk didn%u2019t make a quick impact, this was %u201Con towards the next%u201D, anyone finished up doing the same -.

Certain, if you%u2019re the history content label exec trawling through 1000s of demos, how would you practice it, though which could seem to be unfair? Once again, I run a tiny inde brand, thus i understand what it%u2019s like.

I%u2019m not advising you history your demonstration to send out to a major tag. I%u2019m relating the tale to hammer property the purpose that with the amount of individuals generating audio, all pondering their own is %u201Cthe greatest recording ever%u201D, you need to be realistic – you probably convey more potential for profitable the united kingdom lotto and the Euro lotto in the very same few days than getting a record package!

But that shouldn%u2019t stop you! ! Your demo should be nicely saved and documented good enough that you may press it and then sell on it your self. In this time period, that%u2019s probably the most effective way ahead. Certain, nevertheless deliver backup to report tags, but also remember that record brands will be trying to find a lot, good deal not only the background music. They%u2019ll look for practical experience, a graphic, a malleable lots and designer far more aside from for today%u2019s audio business.

Your songs ought to have an identification that holds right out of the relaxation plus it ought to have an mental existence. Reaching this really is, extremely tough and then in real truth, it cannot be educated or discovered. I really feel tunes either has that wonder substance to make the fans head of hair get up on finish, to perk men and women fascination, or it doesn%u2019t. And therefore originates from the music performer – not the development, the engineering, the learning the history tag or anywhere else – this is the defining fact of your designer.

So, what am I looking to explain to you here? Properly, to summarize, embark on the highway for being a music performer with idea and desire but agree to that the potential risk of significant accomplishment thru a record bargain is virtually out of the question. Comprehend you need to pay attention with open up ear as to what you find out and do to get vital of your respective music. Make positive critique your closest ally via men and women as their opinion you value and believe in. And even so difficult you think it%u2019s likely to be to possess any way of measuring good results, realize that it will likely be even tougher!

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Responses to BoltonEvans on Troy Bolton

In response to this post here: 

@boltonevans

Excellent! I’m delighted with this advice, and glad to see that I’ve already added some of these ideas into my notes so far. I was initially leery of dealing with more serious issues, given the escapist nature of the HSM series, but given Troy’s alarming descent into self-denial in HSM III, it’s impossible to ignore the adverse effect that Gabriella has on him.

Further questions:

1- What’s a typical day like for Troy and Gabriella’s relationship?

2- How often would Troy and Gabriella argue?

3- Given that most other characters don’t see the reality of Troy and Gabriella’s relationship, what would it take for someone else to see the less than perfect side to them?

4- What would it realistically take for Kelsi to notice Gabriella’s mistreatment of Troy? Would it be hearing news of her infidelity to him or anything else?

5- Why does Gabriella agree to return with Troy in HSM III, if she has already become disinvested in her relationship at this point?

6- At the beginning of college, how would Gabriella demonstrate her growing distance from Troy, and her lack of interest in maintaining their relationship?

7- Would Gabriella behave the same way in another relationship? Could she ever fall in love with someone? Would she move on as quickly from Troy?

Just to comment on these points:

“I truly believe that Gabriella would have to commit adultery in front of Troy’s face for the realization that their entire relationship is a lost cause to come crashing down on him. For all of the reasons listed in the first answer, as well as Troy’s psychological and emotional dependence on her. I cannot see him ending their relationship of his own accord.”

This has made me rethink a major plot point. 

“Unless… you take the angle that Troy has begun to develop feelings for someone else, and genuinely believes that he might have a chance with them, but has to break things off with Gabriella, first, before giving it a shot. But… with his near-myopic focus on their relationship, and his apparent self-esteem issues, this possibility seems unlikely.”

It’s very interesting that you mention this. As per my stories, particularly my main one, Troy does not believe that he should/could ever have feelings for someone else, and would never believe that he had a chance with that other person. At the same time, I believe that he could not admit to himself that he was no longer in love with Gabriella by the end of HSM III. Being that dependent upon someone is not being in love. So what I’m trying to do is explore his increasing alarm and confusion when this does happen, and I believe his instinct would be to suppress those feelings. I can’t see him ever having the confidence to be honest and break things off, and I use this as the motivation for the emotional stakes in my stories. I notice that in your Tryan stories, Troy’s reaction to Ryan whilst going out with Gabriella qualifies as emotional infidelity, and I think that’s the only reasonable outlet that Troy would use to show that he had feelings for someone else.

“Any disagreement, no matter how minor, could lead to Troy panicking and possibly having an anxiety attack, as he dreads his significant other walking out on him, just like Gabriella did, and never coming back. If he upsets his partner, this could also incite an anxiety-induced freakout, or depressive episode.”

Further question-- personally, I feel that Troy should spend some time alone before embarking on a new relationship, as I said in my Thou Shalts/Thou Shalt Nots. Do you think that Troy can handle being alone, though? Is he caught in some kind of limbo between fearing loneliness and yet fearing a new relationship?

“Because he was dependent on Gabriella, he runs the risk of becoming unhealthily attached to a new partner, as well, and might find himself relying on them to more or less call the shots, at least until he begins to regain some measure of confidence in his own decision-making abilities.

All of these things could understandably prove frustrating, or distressing, for said partner.”

Yes, I agree. I don’t want to sugar-coat a potential new relationship as being the cure for Troy’s problems. I have planned some Trelsi scenes that demonstrate this. Although, due to Kelsi’s canonical loyalty to Troy, from which Gabriella ought to have learnt much, I am optimistic.

“With your preferred pairing, Troy/Kelsi, Troy might flinch, or have an adverse reaction to Kelsi calling him “Hoopsman”, because it reminds him of the nickname Gabriella gave him, as well as the history in basketball that he may try to leave behind him, in college. Any reminder of Gabriella could also spur a submersion into a melancholic state.

He might have to be reminded to eat, and could turn to alcohol in order to drown his sorrows, which wouldn’t be of much help, since alcohol is a depressant. It honestly depends on how far downward you want him to spiral, and how angsty you want his recovery to be.”

Like I said, I didn’t want Troy to fall pretty hard emotionally, but then I realized this would not only diminish my stories of their emotional realism, but also be impossible. Sadly, he needs to suffer in order to heal. I actually do have some scenes planned along these lines RE alcohol/withdrawal. The “Hoopsman” point is interesting, and I think I will take that on board, given that Troy was weary of the over-glorification of basketball in relation to his identity. This is definitely why his rooftop hideout was so important to him, and we never got to see him say goodbye to the place, as corny as that may sound. That rooftop hideout was more important to him as a character than Gabriella.

Man, this makes ME depressed! Another reminder of how horribly Troy was treated. Thanks for the links, will use. 

Oh-- and keep writing! Thought streams (just writing whatever you are thinking) are incredibly helpful for me when I’m stuck.

Thanks very much!

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FN-2187, TR-8R

I can’t tell you what it was like. And by it, I really do mean all of it.

“Indoctrination” was one hell of a thing. But then, well… back then, I didn’t know any different. It was all one way up until it wasn’t, until Dr. Thos pulled me out of my mental stasis and I could really think for myself. Do you understand what I mean?

I guess that’s maybe not for me to wonder in the first place; I know your mind has been yours the whole time. I know you choose this and you know I couldn’t. Insinuating it’s possible for you to place yourself where I’ve been is out of the question, not that you wouldn’t try to because I know you well enough, but I couldn’t explain even if I had all the time in the world to. And I don’t.

I’m still coming to terms with it. I know that we’ve already said goodbye. Maybe I’m only talking myself through because it’s too quiet and no one else has said anything to me in hours. Maybe because I still feel like I’m going to see you later and I’m practicing re-telling this story.

If you could hear me, right now, I don’t even know what would I say to you. Maybe that watching the hatch seal over your face was death enough for me. But that’s not the important stuff that I should have said. The one chance I had, I kept it back. Everything. All the nitty-gritty details, the stuff that a part of me would rather get vaped than admit to you. I wanted to come clean, really, but I just couldn’t burden you like that. I held my tongue then and I hold it now, inching closer to the great wipe.

Being reconditioned feels like a joke. But, I’m not laughing.

As I was saying, I broke out of it all, sure, then came pretending like I hadn’t, which was easier than you’d think since you can never really forget what it’s like. I mean, it was both a barrier and an alarm. It was an invisible wall blocking a spectrum of thought, protecting me from revelation and natural impulse. It was an inaudible siren, influencing my brain to duck and run or stand in line. To lay my life out for the cause and all that.

In time, you can imagine, that you’d grow to tolerate it. And I did. Fighting against it only makes headaches. Real bad ones. Ones that grind and pound at your brain like it’s the Resistance itself. I think it’s because our minds were conditioned not to do what they want to do.

Well, I’ll call them headaches, but in truth, they were more than that. The programming and programmers, the ones who do this to us, they are not our allies and they are not our friends.

The end feels all too similar to the beginning. I blame the hallways. The repetition of steel and stone. These worn down boots of mine are ticking like a detonator against the floors, slick with polish. I’m amazed I can walk without falling on my ass.

Hell, now I can’t see anything but Slip’s face. I’ve been in my share of accidents but he was by far the clumsiest trooper I’ve ever seen. I mean it lovingly when I say his dexterity was fictional… ‘Cuz he was also as sharp as a sarlacc’s tooth and that’s why they kept him around. Slip, walking to reconditioning and tripping on his way, would have been the greatest “fuck you” to the General over here. I’m sure it’s a mood killer. It’s gotta be.

Anyways, he’s at my left and a psytech I can’t recognize is at my right. So, there’s a black coat on one side and white at the other. It feels almost like a devil and angel on my shoulders but neither is interested in mercy.

I should also mention that Hux here, has been staring at the back of my head so intently I can feel his glare burning away at my scalp. On one hand, I want to ignore it but on the other, I can’t help but feel he’s annoyed that my hair is  redder than. I must have established myself as the alpha. And I say that as if, wherever you are right now, you’ll stop what you’re doing and laugh– or at least roll your eyes in that way you do when I say something unbelievably corny. I know this look well from too many sour jokes.

I think suddenly to when you told me my hair was as red as poppies. I’m not sure why, but it’s always stuck with me. Maybe I liked the association to something organic and innocent, maybe I just liked how your face lit up when you told me. I think about how you had mentioned they would stain your palms  because you would hold onto them, collect them. Keep them close.

I hope I haven’t left a mark.

Everything aside, I just wish you could hear me. You know, even still, as I march on knowing what’s coming, I don’t think I can take this moment seriously. I don’t think so, but it sneaks up on me. I’m fine in one step, a mess in another.

I contemplate decking the General, then running as he’s stunned. He’s confident that I won’t. I don’t have cuffs. But where would I go then?

It’s hard to stomach how close we were to— it. I guess the absolute worst thing that I could do is measure the distance between here and freedom. I’ll forget about freedom soon enough but damn, if I wasn’t right there.

It’s just ahead now. I’d be lying if I told myself that I didn’t feel scared, or worse, alone. It’s intimidating to know I’ll be fine on the other side or that I won’t remember this moment of not being fine.

I’m not okay right now. I’m the exact opposite. I’m shaking under these outer plates. I feel it breaking like sheets of ice, shifting and crackling along moving water. This armor, my second skin, won’t prevent what they plan on doing to me. Can’t.

I always imagined, in the end, you would show me your home world. I thought about what it would be like to see it with order restored because that’s why you were here. In some vague, ridiculous way, I’m thankful that it pushed you here. I’m not, for one second, pleased that your planet is suffering now but we met and that’s something I would never regret. The universe is too big to not host such happy coincidences and if my memory serves me right, you did say I was like your brother.

Yeah. Happy.

Starkiller isn’t going to get some ceremonious goodbye from me. No one did– not even my Captain. She handed me over; they must have not trusted that I could do it myself for sending her as a chaperone. She came to collect me before any of the others had woken up. We marched soundlessly from the barracks to the main bridge all to find the General waiting for me, sipping tea and reading something on his holopad. He gave me this look, like I was a dog on a leash or something, and told Captain that he was “sorry it came down to this.”

Sorry... Can you believe that? That he was sorry?

She didn’t.

We didn’t have to talk, you know. I mean, I respect the hell out of that woman– under the armor, I wouldn’t be surprised if her flesh was also chromed– but she was thrown through a loop. I don’t think I’ve ever been so quiet; maybe she was waiting for me to brush it all off my shoulders. She didn’t think I could bear the weight of it all without comedic relief to shake the tension loose. But I did.

They’re connecting me to the machines now.

They’ve kept to themselves how potentially dangerous this procedure is. They haven’t warned me that it’s excruciating, that I might wake up in the night with sweat-soaked sheets from nightmares of this life. Dr. Thos forewarned us. You know if it were simple, being reset, they would have done this to me the moment I started laughing more than I blasted things to bits. They don’t do this to wise-mouths; only turncoats… and I wouldn’t have made it as an FN without faking my undying devotion. I’ve never shown that my allegiance is outside this white skeleton.

They look at me, close-lipped. No one has explained to me why I’m here. The only disclaimer they’ve made is that this is what is going to happen. I’m lead to believe our secret is about to make itself known if they do not already know. But I don’t want to entertain that. Thinking about the others… They just can’t.

I’m suddenly terrified of what will happen to the rest. I can’t do anything, secured tightly to this chair, each limb pressed down to the surface. I can only blink and move my head. Neither action is sufficient, so I do nothing.

I put so much belief in the plan. I depended on inertia, and maybe to a fault, that it would just keep us all creeping forward undetected. I never thought I’d be halted. I’m trying to be okay with it. If the skifflin is out of the sack, I only hope it means that you’re right on the edge of figuring it out too.

Damn.

I just couldn’t risk it though. I couldn’t include you in it all when I knew how unsafe it was to house these thoughts. Sometimes I would rip myself out of sleep and have to fight not rocketing down the hall to tell you… It’s just that there is so much happening beneath.

Maybe I should have told you– I should have said something, right? I can’t say anything now. No. Nothing. Not in a metaphorical sense either. Stars, they’ve tied a strip of ashen, flimsy fabric over my mouth. It tastes like gauze and I can’t help but think of being stitched up in the medbay a few cycles back for being a little too reckless. I can’t help but think while I still can. I can’t help it at all. I’m not going to make a sound– untie it. Please, General. I can’t go through my final moments like this. And why do you have to look at me like that? Like I’m a wounded animal about to be put down. My limbs are transformed to claws and wings. Let me go. Let me go.

Am I awake for this procedure? There was no countdown. It’s happening. God. I can feel parts of me going numb and cold. It’s a submersion into ice water. I’m not ready. I’m not ready. I don’t want to forget your face. I’m thinking really hard about you. I’m not ready to give you up. They can try to steal you and everyone else from me but I refuse to let you go.

I feel something moving down the pathways of my memory. There’s no way to describe this feeling, only that I’m all too aware of something slithering about inside my head. Starkiller is absorbing my mind in preparation for total annihilation.

I won’t forget you. I won’t forget you when you had been watching the interstellar dust. We had everything then– the one last perfect moment.

General Hux has his hand on the controls. I can’t see much but I see him from the corner of my eye. The techs, in ghostly white robes around him, are supervising. He must think he’s deleting the problem; that it began and so dies with me.

I can only hope this buys you enough time.

Whatever happens after this, you’ll make it out. I know you will. You’ll go back to your planet and see the poppies. I don’t know where I came from but I trust you don’t mind if I go there too. It feels like it’s home enough for me. I hope you know my consciousness will be there, preserved and flowing through the stems of every single flower, bursting into petals you used to admire.

We’re all finally free there. Everyone. Please, you have to keep holding on.

You just have to.

I wonder if they can see it in my eyes, the brilliance of the view we had. I’m thinking about it hard enough that I’m surprised that my skin hasn’t become one with the darkness we hang in.

You’re here. With me. You’re next to me. I feel our last hug become our last once more. I feel you holding me together, but you’re fading to quickly to keep me in tact. But I’m not ready to let you go.

The fabric over my mouth slips; it falls down my chin and hangs at my neck like a noose. This vision of you, the last I’ll see of you and know who you are, but I whisper to you regardless:

 "We will escape. We will all escape."

The man with red hair, whose name and face have left me, cannot control his rage. He slams his hand on a button and I’m shocked with so much invisible electricity that I–