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Post by Elliot Robins on May 23, 2010 10:19:45 GMT -5
 All around the camera, people were running. Running to get places. Running to grab things. Running just to.. run. Only one person in the room was standing still. Elliot fidgeted slightly with his hair as he watched the room go from complete chaos to complete silence. Shooting the music video for that day was about to start. All morning, Elliot had been in the hair and make-up studio being dressed up for the shoot, and he was loving every minute of it. Concerts, and music videos were definitely his favourite things about his music career. Also.. hearing his music being played in cars that he passes. The way all those things made him feel, was a good reminder as to why he chose this career among the other choices he had in mind: doctor, vet, and a pilot.
"Quiet on the set!" the director was yelling quite loudly, causing a slight headache to make a slight appearance in his head. "And.. action!" the music played right on cue, and Elliot found himself doing everything that had been rehearsed the day before. His lips moved to the music, and he strummed his guitar carefully. There was one thing Elliot despised, when he wasn't allowed to use his own guitar in his music videos or concerts. It didn't feel right to use props or other guitars, because a different guitar always resulted with uncomfortableness.
The video eventually was halfway shot and it was time for a snack. Elliot was glad for that one. He'd been awake since seven AM, going through hair, make-up and other preparations for the video. "Mmm.. ginger-bread.." Elliot, being the sly fox that he was, grabbed the last ginger-bread cookie and headed out the door. Once he was out the door, he took a seat in the hall, nibbling on his cookie. In Elliot's mind, ginger-bread cookies were the best invention since music.
words;;315
notes;; i suck at first posts, but i get better!
muse;; don't stop me now - mcfly
credits;; me!
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Post by Connor Lancour on May 23, 2010 16:47:40 GMT -5
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It'd been a while since Connor had been in a studio like this. He didn't like being a part of the music video production for his songs. He always felt like he was lying when he made them. Each of his songs had a story, and the music videos the producers wanted to make weren't their real stories. And that didn't feel right to Connor. Sure, he respected other artists who made videos, some were completely beautiful, but it just wasn't for him.
He meandered through the hallways of the studio, hearing the whispers of songs being filmed. Walking past one room, he heard a song he recognized. He'd heard it on the radio a few times, but he didn't know it well. He tried to remember the name of the artist, but he simply couldn't place it. He liked it though, he knew that. It was well written; both the lyrics and music behind them. The lyrics were meaningful and held an obvious weight in the singer's voice. He loved knowing how his lyrics sounded like that to others. He loved that about being a musician. He'd had a few people now and then tell him that he was a good lyricist, and he liked hearing it. He worked hard with his lyrics and made them as honest as he could. He was usually happy with the finished product of his songs. Once in a while, yeah, he'd have a song he couldn't get perfect, but he could usually fix them up well.
He continued his stroll down the hallway, humming along quietly to that song he was hearing. It got louder and louder as he walked, telling him that he was walking towards the room it was being shot in. As he neared, the song came to an end and stopped. After a moment, the door opened and someone walked out. It was a teenager, probably his same age. He assumed the boy was a crew member working in the music video and when he got closer to him, Connor came to a silent stop. The boy was gorgeous. He had brown hair that fell perfectly around his face and big brown eyes anyone could get lost in. He hadn't noticed Connor standing in the hallway; he seemed to be eating and was rather distracted by it. Even though Connor didn't know this boy, his simple enjoyment of eating what looked to be a cookie was rather cute. Connor smiled and started walking towards the boy. "Hi," he said when he was near enough. "I couldn't help but notice that you have food. And good food by the looks of it. Could you point me to its origins? I'm famished." He gave the boy a charming smile, hoping he was making it obvious that he was simply making small talk to get the boy's attention.
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WORDS - four hundred seventy-seven
NOTES - not amazing, sorry.
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by Elliot Robins on May 24, 2010 16:49:19 GMT -5
The taste of the cookie filled his mouth quite quickly, but was interrupted by a voice nearby. Elliot looked up to find the owner, and all anger of being interrupted that had been inside before, vanished. Mouth full of ginger-bread, Elliot smiled, with his mouth closed, just so that no cookie would avalanche out of his mouth. "I couldn't help but notice that you have food. And good food by the looks of it. Could you point me to its origins? I'm famished." he said and then gave out a charming smile that made Elliot's heart skip a beat. Swallowing the cookie, he stood up from the ground, and brushed off his pants with his free hand. "Hey, there's food in there from the video shoot," he smiled slightly and held up his cookie. "Unfortunately, this was the last ginger-bread cookie. Would you like some?" he held out the last half of the cookie. Usually, Elliot would fight someone if they even looked at his cookie, but this boy was worth sharing. "Oh! I'm Elliot by the way," he held out his other hand as well. At this point both his arms were out, making him look slightly like a zombie.
Elliot.. you look stupid, the voice in the back of his mind said, causing him to frown slightly. What a bad first impression he was making, but to be completely honest, he didn't care. His thoughts had been overrun by the beauty of the man in front of him. Clearing his throat he straightened up. "There are also some ice-cream sandwiches and drinks in there. If you'd like something, you can just go ahead and take some. Make sure they know I sent you in there though," he smiled a little, letting the boy know he was welcome to stay and chat, or perhaps hang out for the rest of the video shooting/editing. No one would really mind.. that much, especially if Elliot was the one to bring this boy in.
words;;333
notes;; playing around with him XDDD i'll get betta!
muse;; don't stop me now - mcfly
credits;; me!
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