lost in the echo.
gold star hq, recording studio ; @fmdhaneul
The space of the studio is occupied by gentle humming coming from the only inhabitant of the room. The melody is unfamiliar – strange, at best – and it bounces off from the top of her head without second thoughts. It’s a song in the making, one she’s been working on for a few hours now and she has yet to be willing to admit she has gotten nowhere within the past hour. Instead of the musical notes she sorely needs, there are colorful cursewords sitting at the tip of her tongue in their stead, annoyance seeping into her very being as she lets out another frustrated sigh. It’s even more frustrating when she knows how she wants the music to sound like but is not able to manifest it into an actual melody.
Closing her eyes, she leans back against the chair, in an attempt to calm herself down. Maybe she should go for a walk, or at least get out of the studio for a bit. She’s been holed up in here for too long – maybe that is the reason why she’s having an artist’s block. Having breathed the same air for too long might have clouded her mind, but she’s too lazy to actually make a move and do something about it. This is probably a time to take a small nap. Interruption intercepts her alonetime, and she can only think of a few people who were willing to disturb her while she was working.
“If you’re here I hope you at least brought me some food. It’s the least you can do.”
