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Chapter 1 – Tunesmith
noun Informal.
a person who composes popular music or songs.
"Maybe this needs some more deep tones in the background."
He ducked underneath the counter his soundboard was on, frustrated once again.
"Where on Earth is my launchpad?"
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked.
He poked his head back up, looking at her through the glass. "Hey, you were the one who suggested we make something."
"Technically, yes," she said, flipping her hair back. "But I didn't think you'd take me seriously."
"Katie."
The blonde focused her attention to the person next door. "What?"
"I've heard you sing solo. You're really good." He slapped his now found launchpad into view. "I personally think you're the best out of the entire troop. You just need the right...atmosphere."
"I wouldn't exactly call this the-Wait! When have you heard me sing alone?"
"A magician never reveal his secrets, Katie."
Katie scoffed at him. "I thought you only had time to follow two people around all the time, Irving."
"Ha, very funny." Irving adjusted his glasses as he hit some buttons on the soundboard. "I do more than follow them around."
"Like follow me around?"
"Do you want my help or not?"
Katie sighed. "Of course I do."
"Then just sit back..."
Irving cracked his knuckles.
"Relax..."
He pushed a few levers, raising the volume of the beat.
"And whenever you're ready..."
He peered over his glasses at Katie, whose headphones were at the ready.
"Let the magic happen."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: And so begins another week of Rush, a fanfiction series where I do five uploads against my better judgement during the week to force myself to come up with ideas.
Unrelated, it's three in the morning as I'm typing this. Joyous.
This idea actually stems from a story idea I had about Irving and Katie before, but never came to fruition. Yet. Maybe I'll expand on it in a future fic.
Read and review, if you like. Until next time, people.