[ There's good news and bad news for Euterpe: Good news, people are interested. Interested enough that they can afford to set up a makeshift studio in the woods even if it's too expensive to actually record in a real studio. Bad news: it's literally all of their money and it's pretty much ramen all day every day.
Weirdly enough, Felix is happy about this. Not that they're probably going to get scurvy if they don't have an orange or two, but that they're here. They're making art. People believed in them enough to buy shitty merch and hastily recorded singles and pay for their gas money to be the shitty opening band for this.
The Ultimate Experience (tm).
It's something that makes Felix guilty every time he stops and reflects on it--not that he has time to. They have a tight schedule before their cash flow runs out, and they have all of their success riding on this, and it's insane--but it's a pressure that Felix finds somewhat reassuring. If it weren't for pressure or the need to actually make money, he'd happily be playing his guitar on the streets for free.
So they rent a cabin in the lush wilderness of New York and spend the whole day moving everyone's sound proofing things (foam, mostly foam, it's cheaper because they have all of this at their own places anyway). Felix even uses a hammer for more than 20 minutes and doesn't die. It's pretty much a miracle, and when he hammers the first nail all three of them clap like it's some sort of ritual, their bassist mitch even cheers auspiciously. Felix would be mad if he wasn't already so giddy about it.
The next hour is spent getting the necessary things in order--instrument set up, recording equipment and XLR cables ran, and bongs hit. It's pretty much clockwork at this point, nice and easy, and after a while Felix gets itchy and picks up his guitar. They jam for a little bit before jamming turns into the inevitable chaos of four musicians trying to compromise (a good compromise but still verbal insanity with everyone talking at once) when the front door swings open.
Felix's first thought is to ask if anyone locked it. His second is to star at the other's luggage. His third? ]
Hi.
[ That there's an impossibly attractive guy standing awkwardly in the doorway. Felix has a microphone stand he's leaning on, guitar draped over his already lanky frame giving him a weight down appearance, and it's a miracle anyone can see his eyes over how he's in desperate need of a haircut.
First meeting; loud noises
Weirdly enough, Felix is happy about this. Not that they're probably going to get scurvy if they don't have an orange or two, but that they're here. They're making art. People believed in them enough to buy shitty merch and hastily recorded singles and pay for their gas money to be the shitty opening band for this.
The Ultimate Experience (tm).
It's something that makes Felix guilty every time he stops and reflects on it--not that he has time to. They have a tight schedule before their cash flow runs out, and they have all of their success riding on this, and it's insane--but it's a pressure that Felix finds somewhat reassuring. If it weren't for pressure or the need to actually make money, he'd happily be playing his guitar on the streets for free.
So they rent a cabin in the lush wilderness of New York and spend the whole day moving everyone's sound proofing things (foam, mostly foam, it's cheaper because they have all of this at their own places anyway). Felix even uses a hammer for more than 20 minutes and doesn't die. It's pretty much a miracle, and when he hammers the first nail all three of them clap like it's some sort of ritual, their bassist mitch even cheers auspiciously. Felix would be mad if he wasn't already so giddy about it.
The next hour is spent getting the necessary things in order--instrument set up, recording equipment and XLR cables ran, and bongs hit. It's pretty much clockwork at this point, nice and easy, and after a while Felix gets itchy and picks up his guitar. They jam for a little bit before jamming turns into the inevitable chaos of four musicians trying to compromise (a good compromise but still verbal insanity with everyone talking at once) when the front door swings open.
Felix's first thought is to ask if anyone locked it. His second is to star at the other's luggage. His third? ]
Hi.
[ That there's an impossibly attractive guy standing awkwardly in the doorway. Felix has a microphone stand he's leaning on, guitar draped over his already lanky frame giving him a weight down appearance, and it's a miracle anyone can see his eyes over how he's in desperate need of a haircut.
It's bad. ]