Lyrics and Rhythm [Kurou&Kirkia]

IF MY LYRICS MATCH YOUR RHYTHM PERFECTLY...

 It was only early sunset and Kurou had just gotten started for today. Perhaps her best ideas were the ones that happened late at night, and her proudest performances around the same time. What could she say? She loved evenings and nighttime! Unfortunately this didn't quite line up with classes. She had to remember to be careful - she was already on the school's watch.



Yawning and letting the thoughts roll away, Kurou laxed more in the chair of the practice room. She had been singing before, but now was on a long break. Her muse wasn't quite there and she didn't feel like singing anything, not even the new song in front of her. She laid her head back and let it dangle, shutting her eyes just after. She could feel herself starting to doze. The room was so warm and quiet, it was so easy to fall asleep...



Suddenly she was jolted awake by a loud bang. At the sound she jumped to her feet, nearly having a heart attack. What the hell was that, she thought. She waited on high alert for the sound again - and it did come. This time as a repeated rhythm and it was easy to tell it was a drum set.



The beat the surprisingly good, and Kurou had a feeling she knew it from somewhere. Or perhaps it was just similar to a song she knew. Either way the player was excellent, and she had a sudden desire to find them.

Exiting her practice room she wandered down the hall to the source of the rhythm. It was easy to find, as it was loud and confident. She peered in one of the rooms and found a girl playing on the drums. Not knocking (since she'd never hear it anyway), Kurou let herself into the room and watched the scene before her. She laid her hands on her hips and let a smirk glide her face as she listened. The girl had talent, she'd admit, but the only thing that'd make it better was her lyrics.

TAGGGED Kirika Yoshinaga

NOTES just sort of followed the idea of the last thread~

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Already, Kirika loved this place. Living on campus mean that she never had to worry about leaving herself enough time to get home, so she could practice for as long as she wanted. Which was a good thing, because as had happened many times before she had completely lost track of time. She had started with a few basics: rolls, techniques, and rudiments, just to keep herself fresh. Then, she had moved into a simple common time rock beat and moved up from there. She hadn't intended it to be a particularly glamorous practice session. It was just supposed to keep her fresh, because even though she had never missed a chance to practice, she was still worried about losing her touch if she started slacking. But the longer it went on, the more she started messing around. As time slipped later and later into the afternoon, Kirika eventually lost herself in her own little world, surrounded by a beat that nobody else could here. Well...except for everyone else in the building.

Far be it from her to be the typical egotistical drummer who just wanted to bash everything in front of her and call it a 'solo'. Kirika was much more refined than that. But by this point she was still doing what could only be called 'showing off'. She was still recognizably playing in a 4/4 time signature from the ride and the heaviest bass and snare hits, but the empty space (even a half second was empty space if she could be doing more with it) was filled with sixteenth note patterns on the toms, a double bass undercurrent, and even a few effect symbols. Without rhyme or reason, it would have been a cacophony, but Kirika managed to keep rhythm and prioritize parts well enough that it all still fell into place.

After all, what was the point of having so much stuff on a drum kit if you didn't use it?

It was only when the strain in her arms from drumming so hard and so long began to noticeably affect her playing that she finally stopped. She drummed out a finisher, then let the entire set fall silent, still reverberating for a few more seconds afterward. She leaned back, and noticed only then from how her soaked hair lay against her fact that she was completely drenched in sweat. She ran a hand through her hair, silently lamenting how wavy it had gotten again from sweating so much. Maybe it was almost time to call it a night.

She turned to get up, only then noticing that someone else was in the room. A rather pretty someone at that, whose entrance must have been drowned out by the drums. "Hey there," she said, smiling at the new arrival. "Like what you hear?"

IF MY LYRICS MATCH YOUR RHYTHM PERFECTLY...

 Kuoru threw a smirk on her face at the question of the red-head on the drum. "Yeah, it's alright." She couldn't be too friendly to start off. People had to work their way up her 'friendly list'. "You certainly can drum."

Scanning around the room she noticed all the other equipment lying around. Keyboards, guitars, basses, string instruments, microphones and stands, amps, etc. So much potential. Walking over to the microphones and stands, she peaked at each one and decided on one she was familiar with. She dragged it, stand and all, to stand in front of where the red-headed stranger's drums were set up. After plugging it into an amp she tapped on it and heard the loud thud of her fingers through the amp.

"Say we duet?" she asked, turning the upper half of her body around to look at the drummer. She was already set up as to make it harder for the girl to say no.

Now all they needed was some instrumentals to go along. At the keyboard just a few paces form her, she played a few of the repetitive guitar and bass songs that it held from previous sessions. A few of them worked, but she wasn't sure what the girl could drum out of these. "Any of these work?" Kurou asked. She pressed through them again, waiting for an answer.

TAGGGED Kirika Yoshinaga

NOTES kind of short, forgive me >.<

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'Alright?' Hah. That sounded almost too dismissive to be true. Especially with what the other girl said next. That was certainly a compliment. Kirika grinned, watching the other girl look over the rest of the instruments in the band room. There was certainly quite a selection, and most of the ones in here now were available to use, so long as they didn't end up broken. The rest...well, their owners probably shouldn't have left them laying out. Kirika didn't mess with anything that wasn't percussion anymore, but she wouldn't have too many qualms about borrowing a drum kit if her own wasn't in here.

As the other girl hooked up and pulled over a mic, she offered a duet. "That's what I like to hear," Kirika said, flashing the girl a charming smile. Granted, even if she didn't want it, Kirika could hardly say no when she was already set up. "Pick whatever you like, hon. I'll work with whatever you give me." Keyboard? Guitar? Bass? If Kirika couldn't drum with any or all of it, she had no place trying to start a band. Of course any of them would work.

IF MY LYRICS MATCH YOUR RHYTHM PERFECTLY...

A firm nod tossed Kurou's hair slightly as she pressed through the tracks again. Luckily the drummer wasn't so picky, and neither was she, as she only took a moment to select a rhythmic electric guitar track and a deep bass line to set a hard-rock type of feel. She moved to the beat as she got in position to sing and waited for Kirka to drum.

It wasn't often Kurou did things like this. Not because she was nervous or unprepared, but because she didn't quite trust people. Sure the school was full of talent, but not everyone clicked with her. Not many were here for the rock genre, and not everyone here for rock could play it well. So hearing a good drummer was exciting to her - as little as it may show. Someone who she could actually see being successful with and creating great music. That was the goal, after all.

TAGGGED Kirika Yoshinaga

NOTES ty for waiting <3

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