[OOC: joining with my NPC Shizuka]
He couldn’t stop humming even as he walked out from the recording studio. Things were less hectic that day, with only three hours put into the recording. The initial phase was like this. The melody was still the one that they were working on, and since it would be useless to simply lock themselves inside the confined room until they could come up with a complete song, especially since he had other things to attend to, they did their best for what was the song (or songs in this case) would at least feel like. They brainstormed some ideas, some concepts and the movement of the melody. But still, there weren’t any lyrics just yet. It was tough when you have to make an album worthy to top your previous chart topper.
Normally, there would be promotion meetings or a modeling gig right after the recording session. At least, that would have been the schedule had the album been on the last phases of productions. For now, freedom was still within reach, and Shizuka intended to enjoy at the very least. And with enough time till he goes back to the hospital for his night shift, he thought about spending a few things to his own. Still, he was humming even as he walked down the streets.
Every now and then, he could feel the stares and hear the mumbling voices of some of the people he walked by. While he was quite popular, he never really liked being bugged around or followed by bouncers. It wasn’t like he was a helpless fool, unless it was the album launch or something. He was still a regular shinobi, after all. And though he wore plainclothes, it didn’t mean he was slacking off. He had an image to uphold and so he simply just had to make sure he was decent enough for the public eye, nothing too fancy. And he guessed that the people in this particular neighborhood were just decent enough not to crowd around him and ask for signatures. He was thankful for that.
Wearing a sleeveless sweater over a white dress-shirt, with sleeves rolled to the elbow, along with a pair of glasses, Shizuka looked like an ordinary person, though his tall stature would still attract attention. He walked over to settle at a coffee shop, where he ordered hot cocoa and a sandwich. That would be lunch for him for today. And as he waited for his order to be served, he took out a notebook from his messenger bag, a pencil, and flipped through the pages and started to write away as words began to echo in his head. All the while, he was still humming.
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He couldn’t stop humming even as he walked out from the recording studio. Things were less hectic that day, with only three hours put into the recording. The initial phase was like this. The melody was still the one that they were working on, and since it would be useless to simply lock themselves inside the confined room until they could come up with a complete song, especially since he had other things to attend to, they did their best for what was the song (or songs in this case) would at least feel like. They brainstormed some ideas, some concepts and the movement of the melody. But still, there weren’t any lyrics just yet. It was tough when you have to make an album worthy to top your previous chart topper.
Normally, there would be promotion meetings or a modeling gig right after the recording session. At least, that would have been the schedule had the album been on the last phases of productions. For now, freedom was still within reach, and Shizuka intended to enjoy at the very least. And with enough time till he goes back to the hospital for his night shift, he thought about spending a few things to his own. Still, he was humming even as he walked down the streets.
Every now and then, he could feel the stares and hear the mumbling voices of some of the people he walked by. While he was quite popular, he never really liked being bugged around or followed by bouncers. It wasn’t like he was a helpless fool, unless it was the album launch or something. He was still a regular shinobi, after all. And though he wore plainclothes, it didn’t mean he was slacking off. He had an image to uphold and so he simply just had to make sure he was decent enough for the public eye, nothing too fancy. And he guessed that the people in this particular neighborhood were just decent enough not to crowd around him and ask for signatures. He was thankful for that.
Wearing a sleeveless sweater over a white dress-shirt, with sleeves rolled to the elbow, along with a pair of glasses, Shizuka looked like an ordinary person, though his tall stature would still attract attention. He walked over to settle at a coffee shop, where he ordered hot cocoa and a sandwich. That would be lunch for him for today. And as he waited for his order to be served, he took out a notebook from his messenger bag, a pencil, and flipped through the pages and started to write away as words began to echo in his head. All the while, he was still humming.
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