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Post by zuyuri on Oct 10, 2022 1:14:24 GMT
While Dorothea didn't know the songs of the bands that Spike listed, she at least knew of them. It was better tan going in and lying about the songs and confusing one track for another band's great efforts. Metal wasn't exactly in her taste, but she could appreciate that there was a lot of work done with rock bands like Black Sabbath and Metallica. The few tracks she had looked up out of curiosity had highlighted the strength of well composed works around simple beats. "I wouldn't call bands like that 'old people music' so much as I would emphasize the 'classic' in classic rock. There's a reason they're both so revered."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 10, 2022 23:48:22 GMT
Spike chuckled. "That's what I keep telling people, but it doesn't seem to sway them too much," he said. "I'm lucky if I can get someone to put on one of Linkin Park's later albums at a party." Their earlier stuff did involve a lot of screaming and it made some people raise eyebrows if he tried to sneak it into a playlist. "I guess I just feel like it's about different stuff, you know? I get tired of listening to songs about partying or breakups." Granted, some rock songs were about those things, but they were also about so much else, stuff that people didn't usually like to talk about, like feeling lonely, or angry, or like you were losing your mind.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 11, 2022 22:56:06 GMT
“At the end of day, all music, regardless of style, is all just lavish poetry. Yes, you find the more obvious songs, like your lovey rivets and your breakup woes, but somewhere deep down, there will be a song about something different. Or heck, maybe someone interprets a song differently than the average crowd.” She sipped the last of her spiked punch, and immediately looked over at the giant pot of Professor Huevos’ pot of spiced hot chocolate. Normally, she avoided dairy and sugar like the plague to save her voice, but given she didn’t have to sing right now…
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 12, 2022 22:25:04 GMT
"Not sure if 'Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday' counts as poetry, but I see your point," Spike replied with a little smile. It was all music in the end, whether he liked it or not, and songs he found mindless and boring were probably loved by somebody else. "Still not a big fan of this stuff they're playing," he said, jerking his thumb towards the DJ. "Not the kind I can get funky too." If the occasion called for it, he could dance, and he was rather good at it. But he wasn't about to pull out his moves on a song about "bitches and hoes."
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 14, 2022 14:03:52 GMT
“Hey, for every Lord Byron, there’s a self proclaimed poet who has the literary stylings of a middle schooler.” Some times it baffled Dorothea how such bad songwriting even got green lit to begin with. Deep down, the cynical part of her knew why. Money. That’s all it was. Or puppet strings. Speaking of which…she heard Spike complain about the music, and frankly it was driving her batty. Fine. Ask and you shall receive. “I’ll be right back.” She left Spike by the wall and strutted to the DJ. She batted her green eyes and hunter for the right note to start her song with. The rhyme scheme would be rusty, but she’d wing it. Once she was close enough that only he would hear her sing, she whisper sang,
“Dear sir, I’ve been aching for some classic rock, Any chance some Metallica to put on the clock?”
Like a man possessed, the DJ hovered his fingers over the soundboard. The bubblegum pop playing died in a fade. Then a steady drumbeat accompanied by either guitar or bass resounded. Satisfied, Dorothea strutted back, scooping up some of Professor Huevo’s hot chocolate as her own reward.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 16, 2022 18:33:00 GMT
Dorothea seemed to think over something at Spike's mention of the music being played and she quickly excused herself. Spike was perplexed, but not too worried. He sipped a straight shot from his flask as he saw Dorothea go up to the DJ. Was she talking to him? It looked like she must have, for the whiny pop suddenly stopped and something heavier started playing instead. Spike recognized the first couple of notes and smiled. Enter Sandman was probably Metallia's best known song, although it was usually reserved for football games. The other kids seemed confused at first, but once a few started head banging and jumping up and down, the other followed suit. Dorothea looked pretty proud of herself as she got some hot chocolate. "I don't know what you told that DJ, but it looks like it worked," he said to her.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 16, 2022 21:28:30 GMT
Dorothea let the sweet and spiciness of her new drink linger as she swallowed. Students were getting out, or those were already in the dancing crowds, were suddenly getting amped back up. Spike was seemingly impressed with her charisma. Yes, there was that, but she knew it was her siren song at best. “Given that I sang my request, you’ve got maybe two or three Metallica songs playing before he snaps out of it.” She took another sip. “That’s my power; my voice is hypnotic on men. I can make them do whatever I want for a little while.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 17, 2022 23:57:55 GMT
Hypnosis on men, huh? That was interesting. It reminded Spike of sirens from the Greek myths that lured sailors to their deaths. He doubted Dorothea had such intentions, but then again, he didn't know her very well. "Is it just your singing voice that puts men under your spell?" he teased. The music had put him in a good mood and his fingers were drumming away against his leg.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 18, 2022 0:23:26 GMT
Dorothea’s face turned pink. She has heard that statement before, and usually hearing it made her skin crawl. Spike probably didn’t mean it in the disgusting manner. He appeared happier now that the music was in his taste. Thank goodness. She fluffed the ends of her brown hair. “I suppose my charms deserve sone credit. Years of training.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 18, 2022 23:38:25 GMT
Spike didn't miss Dorothea blushing a little, which amused him greatly. He was the type of guy that enjoyed getting a rise out of people, which had ended up with him getting punched in the face once or twice when he'd taken it too far. But that wasn't about to stop him anytime soon. "If only my charms alone could get me ahead in life," he lamented. "I'm pretty sure some people wouldn't want to hang out if I didn't have stuff like this on hand." He shook his flask. Although truth be told, he didn't mind having a relationship like that with people. It meant they wouldn't be interested in his life or his problems, and he hated talking about both of those.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 19, 2022 0:47:13 GMT
Ah yes, the inevitable ‘woe is me’ speech. Dorothea had heard variations of it before. At least Spike said it in pure English as opposed to a pretentious monologue. “Well like I said earlier, you have to know your audience; something you know how to do unite well. Booze is a good ice breaker, but it can only flow for so long.”
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 20, 2022 0:53:01 GMT
"And once it's out, what's left of me?" Spike mused, more to himself than Dorothea. Sometimes he wondered that though. Once you got past the easy-going guy who liked dangerous stuff and enjoyed parties, what was left? A coward that couldn't stand up to his parents or face his trauma. Everything that he did was to hide the pain from those and forget about them, even if it was only for a little while, because nobody wanted to see that. At least, that was how he felt.
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 20, 2022 1:11:21 GMT
All of the sudden, the vibe changed. Metallica playing was forgotten, and in its place was a strange sense of vulnerable comfort. Dorothea only felt this backstage when the performances were over, or during tech weeks when the stress was high. She looked over at him, “Then you’ll know who your true fans and friends are.” It was reassurance that she had gotten from her mother once when a group of girls showed their true cattiness when she was little. It was advice she didn’t think about much, but every time she remembered it, she had to spread it on.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Oct 21, 2022 0:15:08 GMT
True friends...did Spike really have those? Maybe he did once, but not anymore. Sure, he hung out with people, even enjoyed spending time with them. But really trusting them, speaking freely about what was on his mind, that was out of the question. But Dorothea gave the advice out of kindness, and Spike could appreciate that a little. "You're not so bad, Dorothea," he said, smiling a little. "Even if your love of musicals is...questionable."
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Post by zuyuri on Oct 21, 2022 4:00:02 GMT
Dorothea’s smile was soft, but genuine. “Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.” Not everyone had to have the same taste in music. They just had to be decent, even if a bit rough around the edges like Spike. People kept stuff about them close, and it was up to them what they chose. She sipped her chocolate once more, glad that tonight she got her fair share of tricks and treats. ((End?))
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