"My cousin has done this an he and his wife are taking care for three children for years now, who were taken out of their families, because they were treated bad there. They have given them a new and happy family." That's a sweet thing to do. "And the expression on someones face. Both are important aspects of nonverbal communication and these aspects are transporting a lot of information." Gestures help out a lot too. "I have never seen you this way, and I do commenting your works and discussing them with you for a while now! You aren't sassy and/or condescending, I know that!" Thank you lol. I feel like it's mostly people whose first interactions with me were debates. "That's why I always try to line out my ideas as carefully as I can. The language gap offers a lot more possibilities to make a wrong step on accident." That's why I try do do the same. And try to explain things in multiple ways just to make sure it's understood. "I think funny moments are often just happens in real life, that's may be a reason why it's difficult to write a comedy." Exactly, it's like comedy CAN'T be forced. It really just does kind of have to come to you. Some conversations kind of just move in that direction. "it shows somehow my point, when I say, funny things often just happens and how you can take those moments and turn them into comedy." I feel like this is why improv comedy works the best. Because there is no script it's just one or a few people just going in blind and see what they can do.
"Both are also passionate, when it comes to their work. I think it's good to be attached to your work emotionally to some degree, when you want to make it right. But in art and music this attachent is even more important. To draw a line between emotions linked with the relationship and business is really hard." I'd agree there, because so much of art is personal and spurns from the artist's own emotions and experiences.
"I like the little symbol with the salty spray. I bet that her former decisions have often left a salty taste and she's unsure, if she is really so good in making decisions at all." Thanks. Yes, she's dealing with a bit of an internal struggle. "But the time between the shooting and the release of the mover allows Azula to think about another option, she had slipped before. Time." Though she can't exactly take back the decision she already made. "She has saved a life with her music! She has given a young girl the hope and the strength to live on and she has inspired her to make her own music!" I was waiting for a moment to work that kind of a scene in. Because the profoundness of music is one of my favorite things about it. "Such a wonderful contrast to the scene from the bathhouse." And yeah, it served to contrast that scene. "It shows the other direction of what music and art is capable of. It can aid you stand, it can help you to move on, it can be a source of strength and positive energy, it can cheer you up, it can motivate you, it can inspire you!" Which is, again, one of my favorite things about music. It is just such an important thing. "Azula, who has seen, that her music is strong enough to reach people." She kind of needed that kind of reassurance. Just a little extra kick for her to see that the band is worth the struggle. "a strong sign, that the girl has haned Azula this note (her planned last words, probably), to show her, that she doesn't need this anymore, because of Azula's decision." You interpreted that correctly. It was a suicide note that she no longer needed because she changed her mind. "Definitely my new favourite chapter, because of this scene! Strong work! Keep on banging head and having fun with your stories." Thank you! :) I'm kind of excited for the next chapters.
Their mover is quite simple in comparison to what they've done in the past. But it is just as well, she wants more focus to go into the instruments and into her vocals. They shoot at sundown, in the middle of a small desert. Kuvira will leave it to their effects team and the camera crew to make the desert look vaster than it is in reality.
Truth be told she is quite shaken at the prospect of premiering the video. It will be the first that their fandom will know of Baatar's departure. There will be questions, she knows this. She won't know how to answer them because she likes to believe that Baatar will come back.
It dawns upon her that they may just lose a hefty portion of their fanbase without Baatar. Just as a good chunk of them would leave if she did. She tries her best to put that out of her mind as she sings through their latest single.
The sand whips at her hair and stings her eyes. If she opens her mouth at the wrong time she inhales some specks and begins coughing harshly. They have to begin again. She knows that her throat is going to be raw from the sand and the song. She looks forward to her cup of tea.
She makes herself a promise to never film a music mover in the desert again. The blinding light gives her a headache and the heat has her stomach queasy. Perhaps she should call for a break.
Kuvira finishes one final scene and calls for a brief resting period. It seems as though she isn't the only one due for a break. Variations of the same relieved expression appear on the faces of her bandmates, both old and new. She wanders into the shade of the pavillion. She is far past due for a large glass of water.
She takes a generous drink and sets the cup to the side. She rakes her fingers through her hair, it is thickly coated in sand, enough of it for it to get, agitatingly, under her fingernails. She isn't particularly thrilled to go back to shooting the music mover. And is less thrilled at the prospect of having to come back out here to finish it tomorrow.
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Kuvira is drained and edgy by the time she reaches their loft. She hopes that Ming and Ghazan will keep it quiet, or at the very least that P'Li will blast her music over it. She hurries off of the tour bus, determined to claim the shower before everyone else. She needs to get the sand off of her skin.
She gathers her sleepwear and steals herself away in the bathroom, trying not to think too much as the water warms. But she does think, she thinks about all of the ways their new music mover can go wrong. She thinks of how they are probably going to have to settle for only two videos due to lost time, nearly a month of the four that they had.
She casts her clothes aside and sinks into the water. For a merciful moment, the task of getting the sand out of her hair steals all of her focus. She knows that it will just end up back in there, but it is just as well-she will have another thought free period. Though, as soon as her scalp is sand free, the thoughts creep right back in.
She finds herself dialing Baatar's number only to put the phone down after two rings. She is running out of time to have him back before Southern Air Sounds. She wonders if that is the only reason she wants him back.
The unrelenting heartache reminds her that it isn't.
That Southern Air Sounds is simply a way for her to push personal feelings to the side.
She draws her legs up to her chest and props her head up against the wall. It is a method that doesn't particularly work. She should sleep, but she can't. She can't because she can see the snide looks on her parent's faces as they sneer and tell her that they knew this career choice wouldn't work out.
And it all comes back in full, the rejection and the pain. The feeling of her father's rough hands tugging her by the bend of her arm, out of the satomobile and shoving her forcefully to the pavement in an unfamiliar town, a two day drive away from her original home. Blindfolded to ensure that she wouldn't be able to find her way back home.
She recalls in full the cold and passive look on her mother's face. The complete and utter lack of compassion. Perhaps she had looked a little distant as if trying to keep herself detached from the situation entirely.
Kuvira tries to stir up that same sort of absence within herself. Maybe her mother's genetics could do her well. She has done it in the past, it had gotten her by when she was just a child. It got her by a second time when she was in her teens and had a small spat with Suyin. She can be distant.
She can rebuild the walls Baatar broke through.
She doesn't need crushing emotion, there is no room for that with so much to lose.