Aladdin found himself under the midst of a scolding and a praising after Judal left. Sharrkan congratulated him on something while Yamuraiha warned him about sleeping with people. He wasn't sure what to do about anything at the moment. He slipped out of bed, adjusting his boxers on his person a bit before he looked at their confused expressions. "hmm? Is there something wrong?"
"You… are wearing pants." Yamuraiha stared at him in shock as Sharrkan began to laugh. The man shook his head, grinning before he looked over at Yamuraiha.
"This is too good. You know how mad that guy is going to get when he finds this out?"
Yamuraiha looked over at him, blinking. "I don't know what you mean. Who's telling him what?" She moved forward and smiled. "We should get you ready for recording and rehearsing today. Is there anything in particular that you want for breakfast this morning?"
Aladdin smiled at her while Sharrkan stood back, watching the scene play before his eyes. There was something about the way that he stood there that told Aladdin that something was off. He wasn't sure quite what, but there was something. Judal hadn't been too happy about something either. The man had just walked out so furiously.
"I'm not all that hungry this morning," Aladdin told the woman as she dialed down and waved him off, telling him that he was just not hungry because he had just awakened. She smiled over to Sharrkan as she spoke, her finger wrapping and unwrapping from around the phone wire. The other man just stood in wait, knowing that, one way or another, things would need to get done.
Aladdin slipped into some clothes nearby and waited on the bed after he was dressed, looking at the duo as Yamuraiha looked through what Aladdin had done and began to take pictures of them, sending them ahead so that the others could see them long before they stepped foot in the studio.
The thought of working with Judal this morning though, that had more appeal to him than working on his own music. Sure, his album would be doing well on its own. He would be praised for it and have a few concerts. Yet his interest was so preoccupied with making something better. He didn't want to just settle for writing music that he knew everyone would love.
There was no interest in something that didn't hold alue to people. He wanted a song that someone would listen to in a mood. He wanted a song that made someone turn it on and feel something. He wanted a song that would make someone feel the way Judal's music had affected him. There was nothing better than listening to a song and feeling your whole person pause because it was just that well made.
That was what he was looking for, not just a song someone would dance to.
The door opened without the other two opening it, a bored Judal wandering back in and plopping down on the bed next to Aladdin once more. The man was dressed again… kind of anyway. Yamuraiha stared at him skeptically.
"What?"
"What are you wearing?"
Judal pinched the top of the sweater he was wearing, one side of it slipping down his shoulder a bit more to show the tank underneath. "This would be called a shirt."
"I got that," the woman replied dryly. "Don't you have proper clothing?"
"Yes, I do," he answered. "And I am wearing exactly what I am going to wear for the day. This is called a style. It is something that people develop or hire someone to create for them. I understand that others have no sense of things, but I would like to keep mine anyway. Any problems you have can be taken up with the Armani Company who made this for me."
"One of your pant legs is halfway up," Sharrkan noted, only making the black haired man sigh.
"I think it looks cool," Aladdin argued, earning a groan from Yamuraiha.
"I swear, I better not be having you both become models while we're recording or I might just rip my hair out in frustration." She looked towards the clock and stomped her foot. "Where is that damn food? I'm supposed to have you out of here in an hour and they're wasting time."
"I told you I wasn't that hungry." Aladdin shook his head. "I'm just more excited about getting started on things as soon as we can."
"I'm not recording before I eat. I'm starved, Chibi."
Aladdin looked over at him and puffed out his cheeks, disappointed that the other wasn't as excited about all of this. They were going to be collaborating. He'd never done anything quite like this before and therefore with it being his first time, he was ready to all but drag the other to the recording studio and just write, sing, whatever Judal wanted him to do.
He was ready for this.
"Can we just get something on the way there," Aladdin tried, earning a disapproving look from Judal.
"I'm not eating fast food garbage."
"Can we have them bring it to the studio?" It was so unfair to have to wait when the only thing he wanted to do was write immediately. The other man's face wrinkled, as though the thought of doing so was beyond his wishes.
"I'm not getting food on my instruments. Besides, I don't know about you, but I don't sing well with a mouth full of food."
"Alright." He bent his head down in disappointment. What could there be that would be better than working through the morning. They could eat double at lunch to make up for it. Better yet, triple at dinner, enjoying as much as their bellies could take while talking about everything that they had composed. There wouldn't be anything better than that. He could almost see the black and white sheets, freshly printed music written upon them. The look of exhaustion on others that was echoed by himself, it would just all be wonderful.
It was the musical dance after all, the waltz they went through again and again.
Judal was flopping back though, stretching out in a bored manner onto the bed as they waited for food to arrive. His expression was one of boredom. How could he be so bored? There was so much going on! There was music to write! Aladdin leaned over him, opening his mouth to speak when the other looked up at him. His mouth stopped Aladdin from speaking when he leaned up, pressing their lips together.
His face lit up a bright pink color, his hands slipping from holding him up and making him land on the other's person from the sheer surprise. He stared at the other in surprise, watching as Judal's eyes closed. His arms wrapped around Aladdin's waist, pulling him on top of him more.
Aladdin squirmed in his arms, flailing a bit as he felt another set of arms go around his waist.
"No, no no no no, that's not happening. Not this morning while I'm around," Yamuraiha began to try to pull Aladdin away from Judal, earning a bemused look from Judal. The musician didn't lax his grip on the boy, instead moving his lips down Aladdin's face, towards his neck. Aladdin shivered under his touch, feeling trapped between the two.
The woman behind him began to pull harder. "So help me, if you two start this right now, I will drag photographers up here and-"
"Food's here, Yamu." Sharrkan looked over from his place by the door, staring at them all for a moment before he began to snicker. "I'll just bring the food in myself."
He slipped through the doorway and Yamuraiha yanked Aladdin out of Judal's grasp, setting him a good distance away as the food was brought in. Aladdin held a hand to his lips, looking over at Judal in surprise once more. How was he good at that?
Judal seemed more interested in the food now, throwing a smirk over towards Yamuraiha as he walked passed her. "Don't get your thong in a bunch. It isn't like he has a virginity to lose anymore." Judal's gaze went over the breakfast and he shook his head. "Boring, you couldn't have picked something a bit more… not bland?" Nevertheless, he picked up some of the toast and sat down in a nearby seat, eating quietly as Yamuraiha fumed.
Aladdin looked up at her a moment as he tried to understand what she was so angry about. It had just been a little kiss. She did it with Sharrkan now and then. He pat the woman's arm soothingly, earning a glare that sent him running for the small cart of food and into Judal's lap.
Of course Judal opened his arms and let him up easily, one of his arms wrapping around Aladdin's waist. The man leaned down a bit and murmured to him. "When we get back, you're losing your escort. I don't think you need them. You are old enough to take care of yourself, aren't you?"
"Of course, I am," Aladdin replied, earning the other two's gazes.
Judal smiled over to the duo good-naturedly, grabbing himself some more to eat before he looked down at Aladdin. "So we should make the song we are doing be some a bit more like your style rather than jazz genre."
"What?" Aladdin looked at him in surprise.
"Think about it brat. You can't just change one song to something completely different from the rest of your album. It won't fit in. Everyone will either like that song or like the rest of the album. Most people expect a certain sound from an album when they hear an artist has a new album out."
"You don't stay to the same genre though."
He shook his head, "I do for albums though."
Aladdin shook his head. "Well then we'll just make all the music of the same genre for this cd."
"You can't just change-"
Aladdin cut him off, "It'll be fine. I'm sure my listeners are ready for something different. I've had two albums come out that sounded the same and both were missing what I think this one will have."
"You are making it too complicated. Don't think about what it lacks, brat."
"But it's true!"
Judal glared down at him. "if you think like that then yes, your music will always suck. It'll be some whiny brat thinking he can hold a mic and sing because a couple of snotty adults wanted to make a quick buck."
Aladdin stared at him wordlessly, his eyes wide. Sharrkan was the one to say something first, merely offering Yamuraiha something to eat before he stood up. "I'll be getting the car around if you all want to wait near the front doors of the hotel."
He left soon enough and Judal let Aladdin have the seat as he moved to get up. He grabbed a napkin and wiped at his face before the black-haired magi was heading towards the door. The man's face was expressionless.
"I'm grabbing my guitar. I'm not using some second rate substitute from your company."
Yamuraiha only spoke when Judal had left, moving over to where Aladdin was sitting. "…he didn't mean that, Aladdin…"
"Can you see if Sharrkan has the car around?" Aladdin avoided her gaze, not wanting to talk to her right now.
His mood had been killed.
