|chisa_x_bananas (chisa_x_bananas) wrote in thrillshow,|
@ 2008-10-23 00:40:00
|Entry tags:||chisato, claim|
Mun's AIM: wolfschen
Muse's Name: Chisato
Muse's Band(s): Pencillin
Muse's AIM: thundermissle 2k
Muse's/Mun's MSN (optional): email@example.com
Sample post:Penicillin's guitarist hadn't been feeling his relationship lately. He felt semi-confined and he felt that he didn't get out much. It bothered him. Sure the band was doing great, despite their ever revolving bassist line up... Ni~Ya from Nightmare, Hiroki who was a long time friend and valuable asset and most recently Shuse from his Acid Black Cherry days.
Hakuei was distracted and Chisato had shut himself in the studio for the last few weeks, it wasn't like he was seeing much of the other anyway. He lit a cigarette, watching the smoke drift lazily around his head, creating a hazy halo. He had been sitting here, in much the same way when he had been forced to scramble for a bassist when Gisho left two years ago? He honestly couldn't remember, so much had happened since then. Another sigh and he set to work, mixing the bass and drum lines and his guitar. Hakeui would be pulling in the vocals to this, but he couldn't do it until the music and melody itself was done.
He stood up and padded across the control room to the couch. The guitarist had takeout around here somewhere and his stomach was rumbling. He found what he was looking for, opening the container of noodles and chili sauce and stabbed his food withdisposable chopsticks. Shoveling the noodles into his mouth he used his free hand to get into the mini fridge and get his old standby of green tea. Why was it that at times like this he found himself missing Hakuei's home cooked meals? It gave him a headache, just when he felt smothered something would happen that would remind him that the really wasn't, he was just isolated and they didn't really see enough ofeach other since they were constantly busy with their own lives and careers. The guitarist flopped on the couch heavily, his socked feet coming to rest on the table, which jostled the near overflowing ashtray. His half smoked cigarette sat on top of the stack.
Chisato watched it burn out as he ate, the beginnings of their newest song forming in the background.