Mason looked over at me with a small smile on his face as he leaned over and clicked my messenger. I just glared at him before pushing him to the side and sitting down. And then I looked over at the screen.
Both works—a little soul, rock, and blues mixed together. You'll probably have problems with the beat if you mix the rock. Just watch yourself on the tempo. I like the idea though. You'll want a little backup outside of acoustic if you're going with angry or edgy. I'm a ruling the roost kind of guy or so I've been told. Forewarned is fore-prepared. I've also been described as overbearing. I'd rather go with the ruling description. It has a ring of importance to it. Have you always been interested in music?
--puppetmaster
The message read as I laughed at the last statement. Mason turned his chair around and straddled it before placing a hand near the keyboard. I slapped it away.
"Seems unfair that you get to have all the fun, especially since we now know it's a guy." Mason remarked as I just rolled my eyes up at him.
"Geez, Mason, he could look like Shrek and smell worse than the swamp he lives in." I stated wryly as Mason sighed.
"That's why we have computers. We don't have to worry about appearance." Mason muttered as I just grunted.
"Like you have all that much to worry about." I replied before turning back to the computer screen while placing my fingers along the keyboard.
I love that idea for the music. I'll have to talk to my band members about some drum pieces and etc. I've been interested in music since I was old enough to hold a guitar without dropping it (laugh). Something about the idea of bright stage lights and losing yourself in a tune. It keeps you sane when your life isn't offering you sanity. Do you know what I mean? I've been described as willful and crass. There's been harsher descriptions, but I think I'll save those for now (grin).
--puppetonastring
I wrote before pressing send again. Mason just sat back with a grin. I looked over at him and chucked him upside the head. I knew what he was thinking.
"Go order a pizza or something, cowboy." I remarked simply before sitting back in the desk chair waiting for what I hoped would be a quick response. I had had a long day at the studio complete with a lecture from Liam, yelling from Darius, and an argument with Sadie about having Kwest stay at the apartment (hence the Mason move in). I just wasn't sure how I felt about seeing Kwest walk around in a pair of boxers. It's a good thing Sadie was old enough now that our father had learned to turn a blind eye. I'd sure as hell be glad when I hit that golden point past the age of eighteen. Mason sat with me a moment before finally getting up and calling in an order. He had just finished when my messenger dinged again. Peculiarly, I found myself smiling at the sound.
"You've got mail." Mason quipped teasingly as I stared at the screen.
I know a girl like you, and I hear you when it comes to sanity. Sometimes it takes everything we've got to keep from losing total control. Willful is much better than overbearing. At least willful gets you to the top—makes you stronger—determined. Do you have a reason you have to be willful?
--puppetmaster
I stared at the computer screen a moment as I thought about his question. Did I have a reason to be willful? Hell I had a whole barrel full of them.