Kinetic Aesthetic [Echo RP 797 words]
Jun 28, 2016 8:33:36 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Jun 28, 2016 8:33:36 GMT -5
Echo sat looking at the piece of living art on the desk. One of those kinetic modern mobiles: A series of metallic balls and bars fixed together loosely, once slightly tapped the gravity and physics would take over for nearly endless perpetual motion. She sat mystified, leaning in watching it over and over as it tilted and lifted and fell unpredictably; so tempted to touch it and make it stop, if she even could. Her eyes wide, she leaned even closer and her fingertip edged nearer and nearer to it… so very tempted. Just then the executive stepped back into his office and Echo sat back in her chair a bit shocked and embarrassed. The man regarded the scene and chuckled.
“It’s quite alright dear, I think everyone who comes in here desires to play with that thing. My wife bought it and figured it was a conversation starter. I just think it’s a nuisance. I prefer practical tangible things in life. And that is why I have to tell you this: we listened to your demo. And much of it is sweet and soulful. But the pretty girl with guitar genre is a bit filled up at the moment. You are pleasant but otherwise unremarkable. We want something that will stand out. Now didn’t you have a band out in Arizona? That’s what your resume said.”
Echo swung her feet in the chair, playing with one of her turquoise rings.
“Yeah man, we… we had a good thing going but we sorta broke up. There was a car accident, shook everything up. Couldn’t go on like that.”
The music executive rubbed his chin.
“Well, my suggestion is you find yourself a group of like-minded musicians again. You’ll never make it as a solo act. You just don’t stand out. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a business lunch. My secretary will see you out.”
The man stood and exited the room. Echo looked down, thinking to herself.
“Practical? Tangible? Stand out?”
She talked to herself looking at the desk…
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[ON CAMERA]
“Greetings from the fringe of the sweet soul vibe, aka my bedroom! Couple weeks back I had to go toe to toe with Nest, the Apex Champion around these parts, the top dog. Now it is true I didn’t win. But I think, for a gal with just a handful of matches under her belt I did pretty okay out there. Those fans pumped me up, I felt like they were lifting me on a wave man and we were all part of something great. Until that wave crashed down on the beach of weathered sand, Nest taking me downtown and down and out. He’s the champ, and he taught me things from that experience.
Let’s see if I can apply that going forward. For now we turn and go right into another dangerous opponent, maybe at times the most dangerous opponent in all of Lion’s Den: Hana Song. She’s hurt people here, messed up their lives. She’s perpetually in title matches it seems like. It’s true she never won the big one, but she seems to always rise back to the top no matter if she gets put down. I can’t say that I endorse her demeanor or her antics around these parts, but it does achieve her some success. I can’t doubt that resiliency.
She just lost to my buddy Emily Carter last show, so I know Hana is seething, man. That venom is boiling and bubbling up in her gut, and that Death Adder will not hesitate to curl up and strike. Those feet of hers are like daggers, like venomous fangs that strike without mercy. I’ve seen her in person and on tape. Those feet can do plenty of damage and that poison mist can blind you. But you can’t blind the third eye, man. There’s sight beyond sight. I studied and meditated over this match in my garden. I had a vision that I could walk through fire and not get burned, to handle snakes and come out unscathed.
At the Benton Convention Center in Winston-Salem, I’m gonna make that vision a reality, man. I’m gonna let this be enlightenment through me and pay it forward to the world. In that ring will be Hana Song, and there I shall also stride. I’ll be playing another song… of hope, unity, perseverance, positivity, and in achieving peace on that night… victory! It’s high time for the little hippie chick with the guitar to stand out around here, so let me stack those triumphs up high and see where the path leads, dude.”
She gestured to the little metallic mobile that now sat on her desk with a grin.
“I’m gonna be just like that: beautiful, mesmerizing, constant unpredictable motion.”
“It’s quite alright dear, I think everyone who comes in here desires to play with that thing. My wife bought it and figured it was a conversation starter. I just think it’s a nuisance. I prefer practical tangible things in life. And that is why I have to tell you this: we listened to your demo. And much of it is sweet and soulful. But the pretty girl with guitar genre is a bit filled up at the moment. You are pleasant but otherwise unremarkable. We want something that will stand out. Now didn’t you have a band out in Arizona? That’s what your resume said.”
Echo swung her feet in the chair, playing with one of her turquoise rings.
“Yeah man, we… we had a good thing going but we sorta broke up. There was a car accident, shook everything up. Couldn’t go on like that.”
The music executive rubbed his chin.
“Well, my suggestion is you find yourself a group of like-minded musicians again. You’ll never make it as a solo act. You just don’t stand out. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a business lunch. My secretary will see you out.”
The man stood and exited the room. Echo looked down, thinking to herself.
“Practical? Tangible? Stand out?”
She talked to herself looking at the desk…
-
[ON CAMERA]
“Greetings from the fringe of the sweet soul vibe, aka my bedroom! Couple weeks back I had to go toe to toe with Nest, the Apex Champion around these parts, the top dog. Now it is true I didn’t win. But I think, for a gal with just a handful of matches under her belt I did pretty okay out there. Those fans pumped me up, I felt like they were lifting me on a wave man and we were all part of something great. Until that wave crashed down on the beach of weathered sand, Nest taking me downtown and down and out. He’s the champ, and he taught me things from that experience.
Let’s see if I can apply that going forward. For now we turn and go right into another dangerous opponent, maybe at times the most dangerous opponent in all of Lion’s Den: Hana Song. She’s hurt people here, messed up their lives. She’s perpetually in title matches it seems like. It’s true she never won the big one, but she seems to always rise back to the top no matter if she gets put down. I can’t say that I endorse her demeanor or her antics around these parts, but it does achieve her some success. I can’t doubt that resiliency.
She just lost to my buddy Emily Carter last show, so I know Hana is seething, man. That venom is boiling and bubbling up in her gut, and that Death Adder will not hesitate to curl up and strike. Those feet of hers are like daggers, like venomous fangs that strike without mercy. I’ve seen her in person and on tape. Those feet can do plenty of damage and that poison mist can blind you. But you can’t blind the third eye, man. There’s sight beyond sight. I studied and meditated over this match in my garden. I had a vision that I could walk through fire and not get burned, to handle snakes and come out unscathed.
At the Benton Convention Center in Winston-Salem, I’m gonna make that vision a reality, man. I’m gonna let this be enlightenment through me and pay it forward to the world. In that ring will be Hana Song, and there I shall also stride. I’ll be playing another song… of hope, unity, perseverance, positivity, and in achieving peace on that night… victory! It’s high time for the little hippie chick with the guitar to stand out around here, so let me stack those triumphs up high and see where the path leads, dude.”
She gestured to the little metallic mobile that now sat on her desk with a grin.
“I’m gonna be just like that: beautiful, mesmerizing, constant unpredictable motion.”