The Studio
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mon_beau_sur_lunYourGreenEyedMonster (dep)
12-1-15, 330pm
Drabble Dimanche: If music be thee food of love
Prompts: Adagio Strings Harmony Echo 3 used
In the studio I heard a play back of the strings playing in harmony with the electric guitar. We were trying to finish 'Those Who Must Be Kept' the last song to be edited in the recording studio. I shook my head and then said, "No, no, no this is not right! The strings need to be adagio and the guitars tempo need to be picked up. The timbre of the music is not quite right either. Here let me fix it." I pushed the mortal gently away and sat at the sound board methodically fixing the music to make it pleasing to my vampiric ear. I nod satisfied. I play the music back to everyone.
"There it is finished. Perfect," I declared.
I looked at the mortals in the room to see their reactions. My band was stoned and the techs and producers were smiling looking pleased. Then congratulations were being given all around as I sat back satisfied. I began thinking to myself, 'The last track is finished and album is complete. Now to put the rest of my plan in action. Soon they will all come... even my Louis.'
12-1-15, 330pm
Drabble Dimanche: If music be thee food of love
Prompts: Adagio Strings Harmony Echo 3 used
In the studio I heard a play back of the strings playing in harmony with the electric guitar. We were trying to finish 'Those Who Must Be Kept' the last song to be edited in the recording studio. I shook my head and then said, "No, no, no this is not right! The strings need to be adagio and the guitars tempo need to be picked up. The timbre of the music is not quite right either. Here let me fix it." I pushed the mortal gently away and sat at the sound board methodically fixing the music to make it pleasing to my vampiric ear. I nod satisfied. I play the music back to everyone.
"There it is finished. Perfect," I declared.
I looked at the mortals in the room to see their reactions. My band was stoned and the techs and producers were smiling looking pleased. Then congratulations were being given all around as I sat back satisfied. I began thinking to myself, 'The last track is finished and album is complete. Now to put the rest of my plan in action. Soon they will all come... even my Louis.'