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Apr 23, 2017 21:26:19 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 21:26:19 GMT
live fast, die young
Legalizing marijuana was probably the worst thing that could've happened. Cory had very little job experience outside of it besides the animal shelter - and while she was great at that and loved the work, it was volunteer only. How did someone apply for a job saying 'Yeah, I haven't worked, only volunteered' or 'I sold weed illegally'? They didn't, that's how.
So, in-between sending out applications to places that were mostly physical labor (construction, etc), she'd been trying to learn for months the different music-altering and editing programs that she could get onto her laptop. Since the wi-fi had finally run dry at her apartment and she didn't have the funds for a renewal, she was stuck in the back corner of a Starbuck's near the bathrooms with a strawberry smoothie and headphones on snugly.
She'd always wanted to try her hand at DJing. After all, who better to know what people love at a club than a regular clubber? Cory was confident in both her taste in music and her drive to pick up a new skill - something she hardly ever utilized in high school after gymnastics left her life. She was smart. When she wanted to be. If she could score a few small gigs between now and finally getting a job or interview bite, then the extra cash would be a life saver.
Her mouth was scrunched slightly, taking a sip from the straw out of the side of her mouth, and she clicked back on the song clip again to listen to the last twenty or so seconds she was trying to perfect. There was no original work yet, hell no... She was nowhere near that good. But remixes? Who didn't love a good remix?
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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Apr 25, 2017 20:25:28 GMT
Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on Apr 25, 2017 20:25:28 GMT
 I Need Noise “Ummm… maybe just an iced Americano. Decaf, please,” Ashley added, prying herself away from staring at the cakes. She was in a Starbucks, having ended up on a more unfamiliar side of town after a meeting and not knowing any reputable independent coffee shops in the area, and she was trying her hardest not to consume every sweet treat in sight in the knowledge that her dad was cooking something fancy for her later on. Ashley was pretty stubborn and always tried to clear her plate; her father’s portion sizes, however, tested that stubbornness immensely. If she ruined her appetite now, she’d only be fighting a losing battle later on.
So, iced coffee it was. She wanted something refreshing but, more than anything, she wanted an excuse to just sit and relax in a coffee shop for a while. A coffee was a great prop – especially iced. That way she had no fears of it going cold while she stretched out the drinking process.
“Name?”
“McKenna,” she said, without thinking. Sometimes it really did felt like there were two different sides to her, bleeding into one another. Having spent all day so far being called McKenna meant that it had been pretty drilled into her by now. Some days she had to take a moment to figure out who people were talking to when they used her stage name, vice versa others.
She sensed it rather than actually saw it, but she could have sworn the person behind her in the queue stiffened with sudden recognition. They didn’t say anything but suddenly she could feel their stare burning into the back of her head. It was definitely a little thrilling, but Ashley also didn’t want to make assumptions. She flashed them a brief smile while she moved over to wait for her drink but stayed quiet.
Their eyes lit up, then they blushed and looked away. Ashley grinned, satisfactorily flattered, and left them in peace.
These kinds of moments were definitely starting to occur at a higher rate. Even Alice, a random friend of Will’s that she’d launched herself at for a last-minute friendship date, had known one of her songs. It was exhilarating. That said, Ashley was still able to walk the streets alone without getting mobbed by adoring fans and rabid members of the press, so it was a way to go before she’d have to start leaving the house in disguise. The thought that fame could have a negative impact on her privacy wasn’t really even cemented into her head yet.
She took her drink and headed to the far corner, dropping down into the first available seat at a clean table that she could find. It was nice and quiet back here, away from the door, with the only real noise coming from the barista making coffee and the girl working at her laptop on the next table over.
Ashley tucked her legs up, perching the iced coffee between her knees, and let herself drift into an aimless stare past the girl’s shoulder and into the mid-distance. Just… chilling.
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Apr 26, 2017 20:26:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 20:26:56 GMT
live fast, die young
She needed a moment to think that few bars over in her head. Cory stood to walk and use the restroom while thinking to herself about the kind of sounds she wanted. The big drop that she was trying to build up to wasn't having the right effect that she wanted it to. When she came back, she stretched her chest forward from having been a bit hunched at the table too long and pulled her headphones snug back over her ears.
Alright. She had an idea now. Her eyes were focused heavily on the few clips of sounds layering over one another, playing a few back for herself, but something caught her attention from the top of her peripheral vision. Only her eyes moved, lifting up with a single eyebrow coming with them as she saw the girl just staring. At her? No, not quite. Cory made a curiously baffled face and turned her own head over her shoulder to see- a wall. Ooookay...?
When her eyes focused back on the girl and her mouth opened to speak, the word caught in her mouth. Flicking up and down a few times in quick succession, she looked at the album cover of the song she was working on that took a small portion of the corner of her screen up - a female figure on its art - and then back at the face a few yards away. And then the cup. "McKenna". Now she was the one stuck staring slightly wide-eyed across the way.
Oh, oops. Bad. She was staring way too long with doe eyes and this totally struck facial expression that she hadn't had time to look away when the girl made eye contact. All she could think to do-?... A hand slowly extended past the top edge of her laptop, a still wave, and just as slowly sunk back down behind its cover before she gave a ghostly and nearly-hypnotized, "Hey." Such a fuck up...
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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Apr 30, 2017 21:05:47 GMT
Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on Apr 30, 2017 21:05:47 GMT
I Need Noise Blinking, Ashley realised that there’d been a slight shift in her vision. With a jolt, she noticed that somebody was looking at her. The girl at the laptop. She was just staring right at her. Ashley met her gaze before she’d even really registered what was going on, wondering if they needed something, and then watched with amusement as fingertips reached past the top of the laptop. It was hard to read her expression as she gave a hesitant, gentle wave before she quietly opened with a little, “Hey”.
Ashley smiled, unsure whether she was supposed to be remembering this person or not. Maybe she’d thought she’d been staring at her? Oh man, that would be awkward. She was fairly sure they’d never met, but maybe this was a long lost friend from kindergarten or something.
“Hi there, you okay?”
It was vague, but she couldn’t think of how else to respond. The girl did look a little wide-eyed in headlights, as though – just like the person in the queue – she recognised her as McKenna. Two in the space of as many minutes? No way.
Ashley folded her legs down, now cross-legged on her seat, and took a silence-breaking sip of her coffee. “What you working on there?”
What? Ashley liked making conversation. She didn’t want to introduce herself in case they were old friends, but equally she really wanted to know who this person was. Hopefully if she left it up to them, they could establish some kind of introduction. Plus, maybe they were working on something cool. A novel maybe – writers often collected in coffee shops to gather inspiration. That would be interesting. Ashley liked writing. She stuck mostly to song writing now, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a good book pitch when she heard one.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 0:11:16 GMT
live fast, die young
McKenna Chase was here. In the flesh. Sitting yards in front of her, drinking a coffee in a small shop in her Cali city. And talking to her. Holy shit, how did breathing work again? In and out, right. If there was one thing Cory was horrible with, it was celebrities. She idolized some Twitch Streamers, actors/actresses, and musicians. She'd never met one before, but she had imagined she'd always fuck it up. Kinda like- no, exactly like this.
Oh, shit, she asked her a question! What was it again? Cory's mouth was partly ajar as she just stared at the girl until blinking back to reality. Her mouth opened and shut multiple times trying to get a word out. "Yeah," finally and airily left her lips. What was she working on? Oh God, oh no, that questions was harder to answer. One word wouldn't cut it. Come on, brain, think! Put a sentence together! "I uh. Uhm. It's. I ah- just. Editing. Music." McKenna's, specifically... thanks, Fate. "On my laptop." Wow. Ten out of ten, Cory.
She swallowed, knowing how absolutely pathetic she was acting and yet not having the right mind or energy to even be pissed or ashamed at herself. Her head turned for a moment to scan the other coffee shop. A few girls in the corner near the window were the only ones looking occasionally, giving a small giggle here and there but mostly keeping to their drinks and whispering to each other. No bodyguards, no limo.
Was she hiding out? She wasn't the biggest artist in the world, but didn't every celebrity with a hit song usually utilize more attention? Cory's eyes were wide as they went back to McKenna, a wide grin stretching across her face. She leaned her chin over the laptop and finally was able to get her mouth to work right; thankfully more quietly than she usually spoke. "You're-!... You know. Right?"
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on May 7, 2017 16:44:25 GMT
I Need Noise If Ashley had a dictionary to hand, she could probably rifle through it until she found “Flustered”, and then see a mirror image of the girl before her on its page. She could almost see the loading symbol spinning in her eyes as she formulated a response.
It was technically a response, even if it was more a jumble of key words, ums and ahs, and Ashley nodded encouragingly as she fumbled her way through her attempt at forming a sentence. “Ooh, music!” she echoed, unable to hide her interest. She was intrigued – the production side of music was something she was far less familiar with, and she could only assume that was what the girl was putting together on her laptop.
Concerned that she may be coming across as intimidating (in all her 5’2 glory), Ashley put on her best reassuring smile as she scooted a little closer in her chair. “Can I see?”
Woah, too much? She backed up a little. “Uh, unless it’s like, private or something…” Ashley had always been happy to share her musical creations with others, but she knew that techies in particular could be a lot shyer. Probably best not to reach out for the headphones and press play, for example.
Okay, she gathered from the girl’s next, quieter utterance that she was well aware of who Ashley was. Or, more likely, who McKenna was. Ashley plucked her cup of coffee from the table and shook it with a grin.
“McKenna Chase?” she suggested, with a grin. “Hiya.” She had a look at the smoothie on the other girl’s table, but couldn’t make out a name. She gestured to it vaguely. “What name did you give the Starbuck’s guy? A joke name or your real one?”
She leaned in conspiratorially. “Sometimes I give them a random, old lady kinda name, just to amuse myself. Although… then I forget what it is, so joke’s on me when they wind up leaving my drink on the side for five minutes.”
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 20:03:39 GMT
live fast, die young
Could she SEE? As soon as she started to move closer, Cory's legs quickly kicked the other chair on the side of her table away and scooted her laptop to make room. It was almost a bit too fast and excitable. "UH," was her only response, both a bit embarrassed that it probably sucked since she was new to this whole thing still and incredibly excitable.
"Uh, unless it’s like, private or something…" Oh, was she hovering over her screen? Yup, a little bit. "Oh! No, I uh, it's just I'm like-... Errr, new. At this. It probably sucks but uhm, it's kinda-... Your stuff?" she whispered quietly and gave her a shy, horribly childish and goofy smile. "Geez, hi, wow, it's like," she blinked, sitting up and leaning back in her chair with a look of disbelief. "Wow."
It was only when she started looking at her smoothie and asked for her name that Cory realized she hadn't introduced herself. What a dick move. "Oh my God, right! Uhm, Coryelle," she extended her hand quickly, "Or just uh, just Cory, I don't mind. Either or, whichever you want." When McKenna joked about old lady names, she gave a small giggle that came out a bit fan-loving-awkwardly.
"Wow I'm really bad at this whole meeting-someone-famous thing," she made a wince and then another giggle came out. Damn it. "Sorry. It's just-. McKenna Chase!..." her hand motioned to her up and down as secretively in the back of the Starbucks as it could. "You can uh... I mean if you wanted. It's terrible, but, I mean-... I dunno," she scratched at the back of her neck, pulling the headphones down with her other hand and setting them down on the table with a nervous grin.
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on May 7, 2017 20:47:32 GMT
I Need Noise “M- …My stuff???”
Ashley’s mouth spread into the hugest, most ridiculously excitable grin, and she let out the gentlest of squeals to match. “Ohmigod, that’s so cool! It blows my mind that people even listen to my music, let alone create with it!”
Unable to wipe the smile off her face, Ashley took a moment to compose herself by slurping on her coffee. Wow, this was definitely overwhelming. It had been amazing enough when she’d met Alice who’d randomly heard of her most popular song, but now she was meeting somebody who was actually working with her material!
…It could be taken as an offence of course – that somebody thought her song had potential but that it needed editing. Fortunately, Ashley was well aware that not only was the song far from perfect, but also that a song could have multiple iterations each as perfect as the last. It’s why she spent so long in the studio beside people who knew what they were doing with this kinda thing. Trying to learn, yes, but also appreciating the music in all its many beautiful forms. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all that.
“Coryelle,” Ashley said softly, enjoying the rhythm of it. “Nice to meet cha. And hey, I’m not that famous…” She blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a little like an imposter.
The smile broadened once more as Cory placed her headphones on the table for Ashley to listen through. “I’m sure it’s great. Even if it’s not finished!”
She grabbed the headphones and pulled them over her ears before Cory could change her mind.
“What kind of vibe are you going for anyway?”
She took a moment to peek at the screen, admiring the work that had already gone into this project.
“Okay, ready!”
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 21:14:23 GMT
live fast, die young
"Yeah, I kinda dig your melodies... Lyrics too. Like a lot," she admitted and bashfully looked away before giving her another gleam of admiration. "Ironic, right?" Working on her music, meeting her in the coffee shop. "Definitely uhhh, not how I saw this day going. That's a good thing!" she quickly reassured, putting her hands up in front of her torso with palms facing the singer.
"Yeah! Nice to meet you too!" she was practically exploding with how wide her smile was and found herself trying to relax and sit in her chair like a normal person instead of a freaking-out 3-year-old. "Tch, yeah! Not that famous... Ever heard of me?" she pointed out. Oh, no, it probably wasn't great... Cory knew she was just starting out. Sure, she had a good ear for catchy base lines and sound to get people dancing, but she'd been editing for all of three weeks.
"Ehhhhh... you might eat those words and to the whole 'smile and nod' thing after," Cory joked, handing the headphones over. "I'm super into like... dubstep and stuff? Not too heavy, but the stuff that you can dance to at the club y'know? And your stuff just sounded kinda perfect to fit into that so uh-... I mean, yeah, you'll hear it. Talking too much," she shook her head and forced her hands to clasp in her lap with a single, bouncing knee nervously going up and down under the table.
Cory snuck a hand up, hit the space bar to start the song, and couldn't quite figure out what to do while sitting in the silence as McKenna listened to her own damn music. Was it rude? Did she think it was stupid and dick-ish to edit her own song and let her listen? Her leg continued its short and quiet bouncing, eyes switching back and forth to McKenna and the screen as she heard the sounds in her own head based on the wavelengths along the play line.
It stopped after about a minute and a half, nothing left done on the song, and Cory immediately began to think of excuses. "Yeah, it's not done and I just kinda started, so I'm not good. Like I said I mean... I just learned how to start doing it y'know? Been teaching myself, or trying, just thought it'd be cool to learn. Maybe see if I can play some tunes at a small club or something- I dunno," she finally made herself shut up and dropped her head with a bashful, shy smile with eyes focusing only on her lap.
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on May 9, 2017 21:29:19 GMT
I Need Noise “Oh, dude, thanks so much!”
Ashley particularly enjoyed praise for her lyrics – she took pride in her song-writing and had always had a certain way with words. Her imagination always led her down interesting story-telling paths. She was usually inspired by tales from walking in an imaginary stranger’s shoes, allowing her to write about everything from heart break to travelling the world without having actually experienced either. It was almost like McKenna was an entirely different person and the music was her life story.
Suddenly she frowned, then pointed to Cory’s hoodie.
“I sure hope this isn’t one of your sarcastic moments and that you actually think my music’s trash,” Ashley teased.
She pulled out her straw and twirled it absent-mindedly through her fingers, accidentally trailing a little bit of coffee across her lap. Woops. “Not exactly how I saw my day going either, if it helps. Getting recognised by people is still pretty surprising for me – doesn’t quite feel real that people actually listen to my songs. Nice to get some confirmation,” she added with a grin.
“I haven’t heard of you yet.” Ashley smiled.
She listened patiently, Cory’s explanations muffled slightly by the headphones, and was struck by a sense of modesty- no, that wasn’t it. Was she actually that shaken by meeting her? Ashley couldn’t help but think that the girl had a few confidence issues. Dressing loud to compensate. She’d known people in high school like that – and plenty of people in her industry too, come to think of it. Cory would fit right in.
There were instant goosebumps as soon as the music started. Ashley had never heard her music in this style before, but the song itself was something she had sung a thousand times over. All at once entirely familiar and completely alien. There was more reverb on her vocals than she was used to – plus a whole host of extra musical effects that she couldn’t name. She found herself holding her breath as she listened intently. It was good, really good. Not perfect, but definitely better than you’d expect from a completely self-taught amateur.
At about a minute in, Ashley exhaled audibly, finally releasing her breath as the music dropped. It was a heady, intoxicating brand of club music. Damn, it really was good. And all along she could still recognise her melodies, her lyrics…
“Wow.”
She’d listened for a little longer until it abruptly ended – clearly unfinished. Now she was looking up at Cory with wide, excitable eyes, just about to sing the remix’s praises when Cory blurted out some more bashful modesty.
“It’s amazing so far- I’m serious,” Ashley insisted, reaching out to Cory’s forearm and locking eyes with her. Serious face. “You’ve… transformed it, ugh, I love it! You’re honestly telling me that you’ve just started? Is this your first try? You must have the most incredible natural ear.”
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 3:30:16 GMT
live fast, die young
The weirdest laugh came from her, half nervous and half amused, when McKenna joked about her hoodie. Her normal response to anyone else would've been, "Guess you'll never find out, sucker," but her tongue was tied into a celebrity-admiring knot and she'd briefly forgotten the English language. An embarrassed hue of pink drenched her face and she hid it away with shakes at the notion that she could ever be famous. Ohhhh, noooo no no. Not her. She was just about the furthest thing from.
As she sneaked a couple looks from her lap, to the computer, to her face she was beginning to worry. Oh man, she was really concentrating. She hated it, she was definitely offended by it. This was a horrible idea that she was regretting more than that one time she'd brushed her teeth right after drinking orange juice. "Wow." Ouch.
Cory stumbled over her words as she'd tried to explain, then her mouth opened for an apology but she couldn't even muster it. So, she just dropped her head with a scrunched mouth in defeat and acceptance that this had ruined what could have been one of the coolest days ever. And then McKenna grabbed her forearm, causing Coryelle to look over and make eye contact with a face that no longer had the carefree smile on it. Her eyes were wide and all she could do was nod at the single question asked.
"Two... uhm... two weeks ago," she swallowed, unable to believe her ears. "You're kidding... right? You're kidding." Nope, she wasn't kidding. What the hell had just happened? A huge breath shoved out of Cory's tense chest, shoulders falling, and a hand lifted to the top of her own head in disbelief. "Holy shit!... If you could tell Club 808 at the corner two blocks down, I'd-," what could she offer? Remember who you're speaking to, Cory. Manners. "I'd literally be your house maid for a year." Not as dramatic as 'prison bitch' and not as embarrassing as 'personal baker'. Good.
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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May 20, 2017 11:18:11 GMT
Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on May 20, 2017 11:18:11 GMT
I Need Noise Ashley froze, actually a little taken aback for the first time in their exchange. She hadn’t expected Cory to jump to that kind of thing so soon – hadn’t really expected it at all. She thought that they were just sharing in their love for music. Was Cory actually serious? Surely she didn’t actually think that Ashley – or McKenna – was the type to want a housemaid in exchange for spreading the word of a good remix?
She’d had many tapes and tracks played to her from other aspiring artists and it kinda took the fun out of it once she realised that they were just talking to her so that they could get a foot in the door. If it was genuinely great then of course she wouldn’t just dismiss people’s work, but she’d rather promote people organically.
Biting her lip, Ashley looked at Cory in a mixture of confusion and apprehension. “No, I’m not kidding, it’s awesome. But umm… you really think I’m the kind to hire housemaids?”
There was genuine concern in her voice that this was in fact the impression she was giving off. Ashley cleaned her own damn home thank you very much.
“Sorry I just can’t tell if you’re kidding,” she added, giggling nervously. “But I… y’know. My butler handles all those duties anyway.” She stuck her tongue out teasingly, praying that Cory wouldn’t actually take her seriously. “And I don’t know Club 808… Not technically old enough for that kinda scene yet.”
Plus, too busy for clubbing. Ashley would rather stay up late working than dancing. The closest she really got to that recently was attending a few college parties for friends’ birthdays and the occasional events that McKenna Chase got invited to. They were fun and all, but nothing special and nothing she wanted to rush into. She probably didn’t have much credibility with clubs anyway, unfortunately for Cory. Her songs weren’t exactly dance music.
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May 27, 2017 21:51:11 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 21:51:11 GMT
live fast, die young
Talk about foot-in-mouth. She'd dug her own grave so deep she might as well just stay in the whole and die down there. "Oh, no, that's not what I meant! That just, uh, happened to be what came out of my mouth. I didn't mean that like... you hire housemaids or anything. Or butlers. I mean I'm sure you could, but I didn't mean to say that you were that kind of person. Not that people who hire help are bad-," fuck. Shut. Up.
"Sorry I just can’t tell if you’re kidding." Cory dropped her head in embarrassing defeat and shook her head. "Nah, it's just I have no idea what the hell to offer someone famous who probably has everything they want already," she let out a small laugh. "What am I gonna give you, a high five?" she joked, finally looking up and relaxing again from her shame. Ashley's return-joke had the grin widening further and she lounged back in the chair again with hands folded casually and loosely in her lap - legs spread comfortably wide beneath the table.
When she went on about the club and Cory's favor that she'd jokingly asked for, the realization that Ashley had taken it in a way different way than she'd ever meant hit her like a damn truck. "Oh my God!" she straightened up, turned to face her fully, and put her hands up to shake them and her head with panic and apology. "No no, I'm not like that! Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I wasn't asking because-, noooo... No, no, I'm so sorry. God you probably get that all the time and that's so shitty," she face-palmed. Hard.
When the hand sloooowly slid down from her face she let out a huff with a smirk and shook her head. "I just put in a work application like two days ago there." She didn't care about popularity, about 'making it', or even really about anything that people though of her. She just needed the job and it seemed like a hell-of-a-fun thing to do.
"Here, tell you what," she calmed herself a bit, situated in the chair, and spoke with an honest and carefree tone, "If I get the job, I'll sneak you in and buy you a soda and some bar food or something, then you can just dance all night to your own music like a total badass," she smiled, chuckling. "Y'know, to make up for my housemaid-assuming, advantage-taking, awkward-conversing self.
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You've got to be what tomorrow needs!
ALIAS
McKenna Chase
AGE
21
Civilian
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Post by Ashley McKenna-Chase on May 30, 2017 8:37:20 GMT
I Need Noise Cory looked horrified, and Ashley realised immediately that she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. She felt ashamed that her knee-jerk reaction had been so pessimistic, even if she hadn’t been convinced at all about the seriousness of Cory’s offer of servitude. Suddenly Cory had a lot more words to work with as she rushed to correct Ashley’s mistake. It still stung a little knowing that Cory thought her so elite that there was nothing she - a lowly common member of the public - could offer McKenna Chase. She’d always tried to seem down-to-earth. Maybe that was just an impossible task once you reached a certain level of notoriety.
“I don’t have everything I want,” Ashley protested lightly. “And I always appreciate high fives, though I’m more of a personalised secret handshake kinda girl…”
It was nice to see that Cory was trying to laugh off the misunderstanding and Ashley was certainly happy to follow. Plus, it was true. Ashley loved a good old secret handshake.
She tried her best not to trample over Cory’s apology with her own, settling for insistent shakes of her head. It was mortifying to discover that she’d made negative assumptions, but it was also immensely relieving to discover that they were completely unfounded. Hearing Cory assert that she probably dealt with that kind of scenario all the time, especially labelling it as “shitty”, was pretty validating too. Here was somebody who’d barely dipped a toe in her industry, and even she understood. Ash felt a little less shitty for considering such behaviour shitty.
Ah right, she was applying for a job there… “Oh,” she said with a surprised smile. “I get it now. What’s the job? Mixing drinks or cleaning puke?”
One of her friends worked shifts at a bar to support his newfound college drinking habits (ironically) and he told many delightful tales of scrubbing vomit from the bathroom tiles. His role sounded less like a cleaner and more like a heavily underpaid babysitter. She was pretty sure the place he worked at just attracted that kind of clientele. Maybe some places weren’t quite so spew-heavy, like the club Cory seemed to keen to work at.
She grinned at the offer, expression softening as Cory continued to sound apologetic. “You don’t owe me anything, Coryelle, I promise.” Ashley tried her best to pull out her serious face once more, but it was pretty difficult with her mind occupied by the mental image Cory’s offer had painted. “But… at the same time… I was raised better than to turn down free food and dancing!” |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 6:24:59 GMT
live fast, die young
McKenna hadn't made a big deal about it, like the perfectly humble celebrity she'd proven to be , and had actually offered Coryelle her phone number. Cory on the other hand turned into a blabbering mess and spewed dozens of promises that she'd never hand it out and keep it hush-hush among her friends (hah, right) and family. It was provided for the rain-check they'd agreed upon should Cory ever actually end up going further than just making amateur remixes in the back of a Starbuck's.
To say the past few weeks had been 'hard' was an understatement. Her days overextending her late rent at the apartment were numbered - she knew it. While Club 808 kindly let her 'incredibly inexperienced' ass down she had a small stroke of luck at a much smaller place not so close to the rich center of downtown. Electryk was the poor man's high-end club. It was a more enclosed space but didn't lack good lights, great sound, and decent food and drinks. The space was kept surprisingly clean and it didn't cost an arm or leg to get into. A sort of hidden gem.
The program manager at Electryk had called her a few days back after listening to a few demos and had more or less given her the opportunity to show off what she could. If the night went well she could secure a spot on Thursdays. Then, maybe Friday or Saturday evenings with a bigger crowd - though more experienced DJs were currently filling the spots. Her mother was the first to hear the news, then Amirah, and person number three happened to be none other than the singer she'd somehow been lucky enough to run into. Her fingers flew to get the text sent out as fast as her excited fingers allowed.
"Hey! It's Coryelle, the weirdo from Starbuck's. I got a gig! It's not big, but I think it'll be fun. The place is 18 and over so you can get in as long as you don't mind a neon 'minor' bracelet! It's Friday at 8 and if you come I'll totally get you a bar burger or something! Definitely playing your song."
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