|Alternative Rock (_heartshapedbox) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-10-07 13:53:00
|Entry tags:||alternative rock, homonoia, kyle alexander, rock|
Who: Alternative Rock, Homonoia, brief appearance from Rock [Narrative, open to Kyle]
When: Friday evening
Where: Kyle's work
What: Run-ins, Alt being Alt
With the power back on, Alternative was able to listen to his music in full force. He had been bored out of his mind much of the time, mostly because he hadn't had a way of listening to anything. Then there was the matter of Rock's studio being out of commission during the outage so he could only go to her for occasional jam sessions. Even so, they were all acapella and they had to get creative with sounds effects. So when he was able to record again he heaved a huge sigh of relief and recorded the hell out of a new album.
When the finished product was available he sat back with Rock and listened to the full record before making about two-hundred copies. "That's awesome, kid," Rock had said. She had every confidence Alt would eventually make a full return to the music scene.
After packing up the CD's in a box, Alt went around to various music stores to see about selling them. Some took about a dozen to see if customers would bite, others took more, others took less.
Eventually he came to a store that looked more his style and felt a sense of hope rising up inside as he ventured into the little shop. He looked around at the various instruments, compelled to test out every single one. He fought off that urge and walked to the counter to find the manager. It took a little convincing, but Alt finally got the guy to sell the remainder of the CD's. He didn't care of he got a cut from any of the sales, he just wanted people to hear it.
Before leaving, he just had to try out some of the instruments. His first pick was the Gibson near the counter. He took it down with such care and played it with such ease that many of the customers and employees stopped and stared as he played a riff. He went on to play a simple tune, completely made up on the spot. It wasn't until he was finished and heard applause that he realized anyone was watching.
It was also in that moment he felt the presence of another like him. He was always curious about other immortals. He knew well enough that there was some very bad immortals hanging around, but this one felt harmless. It felt older than most of the immortals he knew, which was even more intriguing to him.
He looked up just in time to see the dark-haired woman walk into the shop. Suddenly, he didn't seem interested in playing anymore. Instead, he carefully put the guitar away and walked over to Homonoia.
Homonoia had felt the presence of another immortal. She was certain it wasn't Dionysus, so she didn't immediately feel threatened, but at the same time she had her guard up around other immortals. You never knew what they were capable of, and she wasn't about to find out.
Soon enough, they were face-to-face, Alt with a wide smile on his face. "Hey," he greeted, hopeful for a smile or something.
Homonoia just stared back, feeling her guard rising even more before saying rather stonily, "Hello. Can I help you?"
Alt shook his head, "No, no, don't need anything. I just," his voice dropped, "You're like me, right? Which group you from?"
Homonoia looked perplexed, mainly that another immortal would do something like this in public where anyone could hear them. Her brow furrowed, "Yes, but with a bunch of people walking around in a public place is not the place to bring up such things."
Alt laughed, then spoke again in his quieter voice, "Yeah, I know. Sorry 'bout that. So what group you from?" He asked again.
"Greek," she said quietly. "Is that all? I'm waiting for someone."
"Me?" he wriggled his eyebrows.
"No, I'm waiting for my husband," she said simply. There was no ploy to scare him off. Homonoia didn't play those games.
Alt looked disappointed, "I should have figured someone as gorgeous as you would be married." That wouldn't stop him from some harmless flirting, however.
Homonoia wasn't sure what to say to that and felt very awkward standing there. How could he not see she was 5 months pregnant? It's not like she was trying to hide it.
"I'm Alternative," he said in a quiet voice, "But most people call me Alt, or Dave if you want a people name."
Homonoia nodded, still feeling strange about standing there talking to this immortal like this. "Nice to meet you, but I'm waiting for my husband so if you don't mind..." she said, and simply walked away toward the counter. This was too weird.
Alt put a hand over his heart, feeling slightly betrayed she would just leave like that. After Homonoia settled herself at the counter he followed casually and then leaned against the counter. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just not every day I meet a beautiful Greek goddess. You're a goddess, right?"
"I figured all you Greeks loved being showered with attention and flattery," he said conversationally.
Homonoia shook her head, looking around for Kyle, "We're not all arrogant Olympians out hunting for compliments. I have more important things to do with my time than act like them." Her tone was a little bitter. Homonoia had saved Kyle, but she would never forget the way Dionysus had treated him.
Homonoia spotted Kyle in the back room and watched him from the counter, wishing he'd hurry up so she could ditch this conversation. She hadn't been too fond of other immortals, save for a handful who were neutral. She didn't know anything about the one speaking to her, and she honestly didn't know if she wanted to.
While Homonoia waited for Kyle to emerge from the back, Alt continued to talk about random things. Other Greek gods and goddesses, music, food, the weather. He was certainly in a chatty mood.