The way the world works is kinda funny in some ways.
You win some. You lose some. But sometimes when you do win, why can't you help but also feel that you've lost?
That is the feeling that Weiss has had over the past few days.
Her mind never being in the right place whether it was during her daily vocal lessons or simply lying in her bed, trying to fall asleep.
The day that Ruby had asked Weiss to come to the recording studio was approaching faster and faster.
The day after the Vytal Idol auditions, and after the offer made by Ruby, when Weiss and her father returned back to the penthouse apartment that they owned in Vale. Their own home was back in the city of Atlas.
Weiss had always found comfort there. She grew up around the cold and became accustomed to it. Some days she would find herself standing out on the balcony outside her bedroom, standing out in the cold for hours on end without being affected. She must have just grown a tolerance to the cold over the years.
But she also always found herself yearning for the warmth of the southern parts of the world, such as Vale and Vacuo. The very reason in fact why Weiss went to Vale High instead of the school in Atlas.
And the fact that the recording studio is on Patch was a small bonus, if Weiss decided to go through with all of this.
Yes, she was given a choice by the recording company.
The recording company had received word from Ruby and had made Weiss an appointment for the next Monday. Today was now Friday, the audition having been the previous day. They managed, somehow, to get a hold of their contact information in order to give them the message.
Weiss needed to make her decision by today. They had mentioned that they needed a solid agreement that Weiss will be coming to Patch so that they can prepare anything and everything that they needed for the visit, such as transportation, guides, quarters and more.
She felt the need to heavily ponder what choice she would make. Yes, this was the chance that she had been waiting a long time for. But she didn't feel as if she deserved it. She had gotten eliminated from the tournament very early on. But Ruby had stated that they had rigged it in a way that Weiss wouldn't make it to the second round, even forced Ruby to say that Weiss was a terrible singer. All for the purpose of money.
In Weiss' mind, something told her that she should not trust Ruby easily.
Maybe that was also a reason why she was considering not taking her up on the offer. Like Weiss would arrive at Patch and go to the record studio only to find out that the whole thing was a joke and that she wasn't really being given another shot and then she'd have to return home in shame.
Maybe she was just over thinking everything and this would all turn out to be fine.
Weiss had been pacing around the penthouse for hours, contemplating what to do. Her father would watch her at times with a worried look, before heading back to his study to continue any sort of business that he needed to take care of.
But at one point, before he went back to the study, he expressed his concerns to his daughter.
"Weiss, what is it that's troubling you?" he asked.
"An uncertainty in my mind." Weiss responded, stopping her pacing and leaned herself against the arm of the large white couch that sat in the living room.
"About the offer at Rose Records?"
"Yes."
"What are you worrying about? It is what you wanted, correct? To be a recording artist?" her father sounded to be slightly annoyed with her.
"It is what I wanted, but I feel as if I'm not going at this the way I had wanted."
"Because you didn't win the competition."
"Yes." Weiss confirmed.
Mr. Schnee couldn't help and pinch the bridge of his nose.
"What is that for!?" Weiss demanded.
"Weiss, please don't raise your voice and allow me to explain myself." he said calmly as he lowered his hand away from his face. When he received a nod from Weiss, he continued. "You need to just go with the flow."
Now Weiss' head almost spun around when she heard that. Her father had never been the "go with the flow" type. He had always been the one who had planned everything out form the beginning. Whether it was for a long term business plan or his morning routine, everything had a system and a plan that never went off it's tracks.
"Don't let the competition get to you. You heard Ms. Rose herself. They had basically payed her to say those things."
"I know, father."
"Let me finish. She regretted what she had said almost immediately from what I saw. And then left her post to come and find you in order to make things right. She felt that you were worthy enough for her to offer you some sort of opportunity. She wanted to give you an actual full chance at the big leagues."
"But what if it was just out of pity?" Weiss asked her father sadly.
"I've seen the eyes of many different people in my days, Weiss. I've seen the eyes of someone who is serious and determined, and someone who is giving pity on another. Ms. Rose's eyes did not look like the one's of someone who is giving pity. She wanted to give you a real shot. As if you truly deserved it. I have heard your singing Weiss, you are truly someone who can make it through this." Her father said as he approached her. "You're a Schnee, and Schnee's do not simply let petty superstitions deter their paths in life."
Weiss didn't know what to say, here was her father, one of the most unsupportive people that she had ever met in her life, being completely out of character and giving her an encouraging speech. "Where is this coming from?"she asked.
"Like I said, If this all does work out, I will support you. And from what I can see at the moment, things seem to working out quite well. I may be hard but I'm not heartless."
"Thank you, father." And for the first time in a while, Weiss gave her father a hug, in which he returned.
When they broke, he said that he needed to return to his study and handle some things that were happening with the main building back in Atlas. He advised her to give the studio the call that they would be there on Monday.
Weiss did just that.
Monday
Late Morning Hours
Weiss sat in a small limo, which current course was set for Vale International Airport.
To get to Patch, they would have either needed to fly or sail, and seeing as they had a limited amount of time before the day was out, they were going to be taking a quick flight.
They had told her that at the plane she would be meeting the person who would be giving her the tours all day. Blake was the name that they had given her.
'I wonder what he'll be like.' Weiss thought to herself as they drove up to the airport terminal.
No, her father was not with her. He had needed to catch a flight back to Atlas the previous day. Something about a very important meeting that he needed to be present for. So, it was just her.
The limo took a road that led around to the runways. They checked themselves at the gate and they drove through. Passing by planes both large and small, with some of them, Weiss always felt dwarfed by these marvels of machinery.
The vehicle turned off again and stopped in front of a small black private jet. Rose Records was embroidered on the side of the plane, a large red rose replacing the O in records.
Standing outside the plane was a woman with long black hair and a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. The sun was awfully strong today. She wore a black business suit that had a purple tie running down the center before disappearing under the jacket. She stood with her arms behind her back. Weiss also spotted a small black bow sitting atop her head. How she wasn't dying in this heat, Weiss wasn't sure.
The driver exited the vehicle and opened the door for Weiss. She stepped out of the vehicle and gave a quick thanks to the man before walking towards the woman.
"Ms. Schnee, I trust that the ride over was pleasant?" the unknown woman asked.
"Yes. It was fine, Miss..." Weiss trailed off.
"Belladonna. Blake Belladonna."
'Oh. Not a guy.'
"Miss. Belladonna." Weiss confirmed. "There was no traffic and it was fairly smooth."
"Good. I'm sure that you have already been informed but just in case you haven't, I will be your guide for today. I will show you all around Rose Records and the town that it resides in." Blake said as she turned to the plane and began walking towards the open hatch in the side of the plane.
"Very well. They had mentioned that you would be my guide today when I told them that I would indeed be coming." Weiss said as she began walking with her.
Blake slowly stopped and turned around. "They said that my name was Blake and you thought that I was going to be a guy, I'm guessing?"
Weiss stood there for a few seconds, determining what was the best answer. "Has it happened before?" she asked.
"More times than you think." Blake said in a tone that sounded as if she was already used to it and at this point was just like a small joke.
"Sorry." Weiss said.
"Oh, don't worry." Blake said, turning back to the plane, she walked over to the steps before stepping to the side before motioning for Weiss to go first.
Weiss took the hint and boarded the small plane, taking a seat at one of the seat which had tables in front of each spot. Another seat faced Weiss empty.
Blake closed the door of the plane and sealed it shut. Giving a thumbs up to the pilot, he began to go through the pre-flight checklist to make sure everything was all in good working order.
She then sat down across from Weiss and took off her sunglasses, revealing bright amber colored eyes. She placed her glasses on the table and pulled out a small book from the inside of her suit jacket. "We'll arrive there about thirty minutes after take off, so until then just make yourself comfortable." she said as she opened the book and her eyes began scanning the page intently.
"If you say so." Weiss said as the two drifted off into a sort of awkward silence.
The plane landed and the two got off only to enter another car that sat outside waiting for them. The airport they landed at was a small one, only housing smaller aircraft such as a personal plane and other privately owned jets.
Blake told her that they would be seeing the rest of the area first before going off to the studio, saying that the area was very nice and that if she was going to be signing a contract it would be a good idea to get to know the area well.
Leaving the airport, Weiss could tell that it was no tropical island. But that doesn't mean that it wasn't nice. The area was indeed beautiful, especially with the weather that they were having. It really added to the effect that this island could just plainly be a natural beauty, but this was still just the surrounding landscape, not the actual town that resided close by.
The airport must have just been on the outskirts of the town because before Weiss knew it they began passing many small town houses. The roads were narrow and the buildings were built close together, practically touching each other. Made of brick and stone were one of the most common ones. They turned down one road and suddenly they were riding along the coast of the island. Looking out, Weiss could see many fishing vessels out on the waters and in the docs that were close by.
"Patch is most known for the amount of seafood that it brings in every year. The commonly known "Patch Crab" is one of the crustacean's that can be commonly found, some even regularly can be found on the beaches." Blake explained. "There are many seafood places all around the island, actually for my first few days on the island it was all I ate. But that doesn't mean there isn't other things. You can find restaurants serving foods from Atlas, Mistral, Vacuo, even Menagerie."
"So there's a lot of variety to the island then?" Weiss asked.
"Of course, most people would think that a moderately sized island would be deep into poverty, but Patch is different. For years the fishing businesses has kept the island running as it has, it eventually became a tourist attraction. People coming from all over to taste the seafood that was exclusive to the island. Seafood chef's from all around would come here to try and begin their own business. And then when Rose Records was established, people came for more than just the sights and food. People came for the concerts that would be held by performer's that signed with the recording studio. The island flourished and prospered from more than just the fishing industry after that. We would import textiles such as wood and stone from areas in Vale so that the island's natural beauty could be preserved."
"You sure do know a lot about the area." Weiss commented.
Blake gave a small smile and a light shrug. "I'm Miss. Rose's secretary. When I got the job she told me that I would also be giving tours to newcomers to the company and she wanted me to make them feel that the island is a really nice place to be, which it is."
"Fair enough. But if you don't mind me asking, why Patch?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why is Rose Records on Patch? It's so far away from everything else."
"Oh, well, it was where Miss Rose's mother, Summer, the founder of the company, was born and raised, and then later on it was where Miss. Rose was born and raised before she went off to school in Vale."
"So her mother decided to have the company close to home. Well that is what most companies do when they first start up." Weiss noted to herself.
"That is true. Most of the restaurants around are run by natives. I guess you could say that people just couldn't bare to forget about the island."
The tour continued with Blake pointing out some of the most famous restaurants and landmarks that the island had, even the large forest that still covered half of the island.
After that, Blake told Weiss that they would now be heading to the studio.
'And here comes the nervous feelings again.' Weiss thought to herself.
"Throughout the tour, you will be meeting some of the recording artists that have been signed to Rose Records, some high ranking officials to the company, including Miss. Rose, Even though you have already met her. We will show you all facilities that are available and much more."
Recording artists? She would get to meet the other performers of the company? What will they think of her? Will they welcome her or will they just see her as competition that needs to be done away with?
The car turned off down a road that lead into the woods, groves of trees created a sort of archway around the roadway, letting stray beams of sunlight to shine through the canopy. Weiss could only see more lines of trees beyond the line of thick oaks that lined the road.
Suddenly the shade from the trees above vanished and they turned into a small curve before stopping, turning her head, Weiss saw a short walkway that lead to a staircase that lead up a small hill. At the top of the hill sat the doors that lead a possibility for her new life.
The building, for a recording studio, was large. The main complex was two stories tall, and was completely white. In the far back, another building stood up another story that looked like it could be the size of an airplane hangar.
'Probably the stage area of the complex.' Weiss guessed in her mind.
Atop the front entrance was the same sign that was embroidered on the side of the private jet that they had taken to the island.
ROSE
RECORDS
A parking lot sat nearby where dozens of other cars sat in rows and columns. Weiss could see at least 50 vehicles parked there. Just how many people worked for this company?
The driver opened the door and Weiss and Blake exited the vehicle. The two thanked the driver and they began walking up the steps.
"Kinda intimidating to be honest." Weiss admitted.
"Everyone gets the same feeling when they first walk up. It's not everyday that you visit such a well known recording company that is worth millions maybe even billions." Blake said. "But if you do sign some sort of contract today, you'll be walking up to this building almost everyday."
"Almost?" Weiss questioned as they reach the doors.
"Well, some of the artists prefer to write their songs that they write in the comforts of their own home. But when you practice and record you will of course be coming here." Blake stated.
"Understandable." Weiss said.
They stopped at the doors and Blake turned to Weiss.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Weiss took a deep breath. The feeling of nervousness slightly leaving her. This is where she hoped she would eventually get to in life. Not being stuck behind a desk filing paperwork for her father's company.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Weiss said.
Blake nodded and opened one of the doors and walked through, Weiss following behind.
When they entered the lobby, Weiss was surprised by the lack of people. She thought that it would be a little more bustling than it was. But the only people that were there was a receptionist behind the desk and a couple of people walking by, making small talk as they went about their daily tasks, whatever they were. A song echoed throughout the room, sounding like it was of the punk genre, a song that didn't really sound like it should be played lightly; it gave the room a strange sort of background noise. On the walls, framed and signed posters of different bands and artists hung to display who had been signed to the company. For some of the artist there were even albums hanging off to the side. Some of them were silver and gold. But from what she could see there were no platinum or diamond albums.
Blake walked over to the receptionist desk and began talking to the man. From what Weiss heard, she had asked him to let Ms. Rose know that Weiss was now there.
"Is that the new recruit back there?" the man asked.
Weiss walked up to the desk and introduced herself. "I guess you could say that I'm the new recruit. Weiss Schnee." she said as she extended her hand.
"Brawnz Ni." the man said as he accepted the handshake. "So I guess that's your cue for the tour to start." he said to Blake.
"Yeah. I'll see ya later, Brawnz." Blake said as she began walking, motioning for Weiss to follow.
Weiss have her own farewells and they began touring through the building.
Blake started the tour with what was called "The Hall of Honor". The hallway was connected to many other halls that would lead to the other parts of the building.
Just like in the lobby, there were dozens of rows of posters and albums of different rankings to go along with them, but from the look of them, they were all here. And there was platinum and diamond albums. Which was very impressive since you had to sell thousands upon thousands of copies across the globe of that specific album. But they all didn't have them. One of the more noticeable of the few that did was a band that was fairly popular when Weiss was in High School. The Achieve Men was the name of the group. Weiss had never been a fan of them, not really into the whole "boy band" genre.
They were in the news at some points these days. Mostly only if they had gotten in trouble with the law or if there was some typical tabloid drama. From what she had heard, one of them was now fairly popular making videos on the internet.
But that was beside the point, back on track, there were a lot of posters who held famous people. Were they all signed to Rose Records at some point in time? Of course they were, then why would they even be in this hallway?
"There sure are a lot of them.' Weiss commented.
"Yes, there sure are." responded a familiar voice.
Weiss turned her head down the hallway and spotted Ruby walking in their direction.
"Miss. Rose. I thought we weren't going to be meeting up with you until later in the tour?" Blake questioned.
"Well I decided that I would clear my schedule and join you on said tour, Blake."
"You did what?" Blake sounded panicked. "You were supposed to be in a meeting right now, weren't you? Why aren't you there?"
"Don't worry," Ruby said, "the meeting ended and I managed to call ahead to all my later phone calls and get the business needed for those all sorted and done."
"Even the four o'clock video meeting with Yang?" Blake asked.
"Yes, everything is going fine. She's coming back from Vacuo in a couple days with a few other new recruits. But in the meantime," Ruby turned towards Weiss, "my attention will be fully devoted to this recruit."
"Can you not call me a recruit like that?" Weiss asked. "It makes me feel like I'm in the military or a private contracting company."
"Sure thing." Ruby beamed at Weiss. "But we should get moving now. Blake, I'll join the two of you on the tour. Thought it would be nice to unwind a little on a Monday morning."
"Are you sure, the president may not like that that much." Blake said.
"Oz? He's been a family friend for years, Blake. You know this. He doesn't get upset at much. If anyone, Goodwitch is the one to be worried about."
"Who are you talking about?" Weiss asked the two women.
"Oscar Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch." Ruby said. "The President of Rose Records and his adviser."
"So Mr. Ozpin is under you?" Weiss asked.
"Yes. Me and him have known each other ever since I have been a child. He was one of the people who weren't family that helped me through some hard times. Well, there were still some friends from school who I kept in contact with after I left."
"And by my guess he's really strict about getting work done?"
"Him? No? His assistant though... she's scary."
"She scares you?"
"At some times, yes."
"Then why don't you fire her?"
"What?" Ruby asked, sounding completely dumbfounded by Weiss' suggestion.
"Fire her." Weiss reiterated.
"I could never think about doing that." Ruby laughed out. "She's just as much my adviser as she is his."
"Yes, she has certainly lead us through some hard times. She has helped make many decisions over the years without making it look like that she was the one in control of the studio." Blake stated.
"Enough of that." Ruby said. "Let's continue the tour, shall we?" She began walking down the hallway, pointing to many different posters, making notes of just how big of stars the people had turned out to be.
To say the least, Weiss was impressed by the amount of people that had become well known throughout Remnant.
"Ya'know, Miss Rose, I-" Blake started to talk to Ruby but was interrupted.
"Blake, how many times do I have to tell you, if it's between us, you can call me Ruby."
"But it's not just the two of us." Blake said, slightly gesturing towards Weiss.
"It's fine. I've told her that she can call me Ruby as well. Ain't that right, Weiss."
"What, I, um..." Weiss was slightly caught off guard by her suddenly being involved in the conversation.
"See. I told you Blake, just call me Ruby for the time being."
Blake let out a sigh. "Fine. Ruby, I was supposed to be the one giving this tour, now suddenly you make your own plans and decide to take over said tour."
Ruby gave a small giggle. "Sorry. I think I was just sorta happy to have a little bit of the stress of my day taken off of my shoulders and I guess I just got carried away."
"Well, what was going to be the next stop?" Weiss asked.
"The next place was going to be the main stage." Blake said.
"Well then lead the way."
The walk over to the main stage was short.
From Weiss' best guess the stage was in the giant hangar looking area in the back of the building.
Blake opened one of the two double doors that lead into the area and held it open for Ruby and Weiss.
Inside, Weiss saw a few people on the stage chatting and holding instruments.
On the left side of the stage, there was a woman who was tuning a cocoa brown bass guitar. She had a brown beret sitting atop brown hair with a long bang cascading down the right side of her face. A pair of black aviators were covering her eyes despite them being inside.
Center stage, a man with blonde hair and a sea blue electric guitar was talking to another man with short sand colored hair who was also holding a guitar. In the back, a girl with short orange hair was sitting behind a large drum set.
As they grew closer to the stage, for some reason, Weiss grew a small sense of familiarity.
And when they were right next to the stage, she knew why.
She recognized one of them.
"Jaune." Ruby said, calling out onto the stage.
Jaune turned around, his conversation with the other guitarist cut short.
'Oh dear god...' Weiss said inwardly.
"Ruby." Jaune smiled at the girl. He unlaced the strap of his guitar from around his body and placed it down on a nearby stand.
He walked over to the side of the stage and swung his legs over the side, sitting down over the edge.
"What's up?" he asked.
"We're going around showing around one of the, soon to possibly signed, new people to Rose Records around the area to give her an idea of what the place is like if she does decide to join.
"And I'm guessing that this is her..." Jaune trailed off on his words as he turned his gaze to Weiss. "Oh. Hey, uh, Weiss. Long time no see. I guess."
Weiss let out a sigh. "Yes, I guess it has." Weiss said.
"You two know each other?" asked the man who was talking to Jaune moments ago.
"Yeah." Jaune said. "We were in the same graduating class in High School."
"Yes, and in those years during chorus class I was forced to put up with your constant flirting." Weiss stated, with a bit of hidden venom in her voice.
"Hey," Jaune said, "that was years ago. I was a dumb, loveless, hormone filled teenager who was searching too far high for his first girlfriend."
"Now you're still dumb, not so loveless and have slightly less hormones than you did back then." said the girl who was tuning her guitar.
"Hey." Jaune said, giving a small glare at the girl who gave a smirk in response.
Jaune turned back towards Weiss. "Listen, if you're going to be here from now on then, I guess that I should say something that I have wanted to say for a while now but haven't been able to because of me not able to get in contact with you."
"You're not going to hit on me again, are you?" Weiss asked.
Jaune placed his hand over his face and gave a sigh and then lowered his hand back down. "No... no. I want to apologize for all the years that I had flirted with you. I realized down the line that I had been a major pain in your ass and it made me feel like shit when I had thought about it. So, what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry."
Weiss was a loss for words. Never would she have thought that she would hear that type of a speech from this boy.
"Besides, even if he did choose to flirt with you, I'm sure his fiancee would kick his ass for doing so." commented the woman behind the drum set.
Weiss' had to do a double take. "His what?"
"Fiancee. They announced that they were getting married about two weeks ago."
Jaune rubbed the back of his neck and gave a small smile. "Yeah, three years of dating finally lead up to that."
'Three years? In high school his longest relationship, from what I had heard, had lasted no more than a few weeks.' Weiss thought to herself.
"We wish you and her the best, Jaune."
"Thanks, Miss Rose."
"Ruby."
"Right."
"So, while we're here and it looks like you guys are all ready to start up a session of practice, why not give Weiss a little bit of a sample of what you guys can do." Ruby suggested.
"Uh, I guess. Sure." Jaune said. He stood back up on stage and grabbed his guitar and laced it around him once more. "What song should we play?" he asked.
Ruby seemed to have a sort of look on her face that, for some reason, made Weiss a little thrown off. Like she had some sort of evil plan involved with this.
"Do 'With Me'." Ruby said. "I really liked it when you performed it for her."
"A-are you sure?" Jaune said. For some reason, he looked nervous. Why?
"Sure. There's nothing wrong with it right? It was a beautiful song that you made for her."
Jaune gave a deep breath and turned to his band mates. "You guys up for it?" he asked them.
"I kinda got tired of the song at one point, but it is very meaningful and because of me helping with the song at some points I also got used to it and became one of our favorite songs that we have written. So, I'm game." The boy with sandy blonde hair said.
"Gee, thanks, Sun." Jaune said.
"Let's do it. Jauney-boy!" the girl on the drums said.
The girl with the bass nodded and grabbed a pick out of her pocket.
"Alright, if you say so." Jaune said and he too grabbed a pick.
The man named Sun turned around, and Weiss realized that he was a monkey faunus due to the tail that swirled behind him. He grabbed an acoustic guitar and wrapped the strap around him. He took the amp plug from his electric guitar and plugged it into the acoustic.
"Let's do this." Jaune said as he approached the mic.
"Is all the equipment ready?" Ruby asked.
"Yeah, we checked it all before we grabbed our instruments."
"Good. Wouldn't want to die out on ya halfway through the song."
"Yeah. Sun, start it up."
Sun nodded and began to play a few chords on his guitar. It started out slow, with the same chords going for a few moments in the same beat.
After another few chords, Jaune began to sing.
With Me - Sum 41
I don't want this moment to ever end,
Where everything's nothing without you.
I'd wait here forever just to, to see you smile,
'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.
Through it all, I've made my mistakes.
I stumble and fall, but I mean these words.
The tempo and feeling of the song increased immensely. Weiss' chest boomed from the amps, the intensity of the song increasing.
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
Once again, the song slowed down and the feeling turned more calm.
Thoughts read, unspoken, forever in vow,
And pieces of memories fall to the ground.
I know what I didn't have, so I won't let this go,
'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.
All the streets, where I walked alone,
With nowhere to go, have come to an end.
Why did most of this song sound so familiar to Weiss? These lyrics, she felt like she had heard them before. Not on the radio or on television or anything of the sort.
Where?
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies,
When you don't know what you're looking to find.
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies,
When you just never know what you will find.
Oh dear. Now Weiss was beginning to remember. Why this song sounded so familiar. Where it originated from.
I don't want this moment to ever end,
Where everything's nothing without you.
Jaune had originally made this song for when he first asked Weiss out on a date. Of course though the song was only half done... and he had only gotten halfway through the song before Weiss had stopped him and straight up rejected him.
But this time around, it sounded more meaningful. Was it because he had more people playing the song to give the sound more life? Or was it because it's original version just wasn't made for the right person?
Either way. It had turned into a great song.
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
Here was the boy that back in High School, could barely play regular scales on his guitar was now striking notes without flaw and was singing in rhythm with the song. Was this how multiple years of progression and practice lead to? Where would Weiss herself be in a few years in the case of her overall skill?
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
The song stopped, and the final sounds bounced throughout the entire room before everything fell silent. Ruby and Blake began clapping with Weiss still standing there with her mouth hanging open slightly.
"How was that?" Jaune asked as he slipped his pick back into his pants pocket. Weiss noticed that and thought to herself that he probably loses dozens when he does his laundry.
"Very well done." Ruby commented. "You guys are getting better by the day."
"Thank you, Ruby."
Ruby nodded and turned to Weiss. "And your opinion?" she asked.
"W-what?" Weiss asked.
"Your opinion. On the song." Ruby said. "And their overall performance."
"Well... the song does sound familiar. And I think I figured out where it came from."
"Yeah... I'm sure you did." Jaune said. "That is indeed the song that I had made for you years ago. But, after that, I decided to scrap it. Years later, I found my old notes for it and I decided to... revive it, I guess you could say, and I wrote it for my now fiancee like the others had said."
Weiss just gave a simple nod. "I like it. By the way. You turned it really into something. I hope to hear some more songs like that."
"Thanks, Weiss. For that and for understanding my apology."
"Sure thing. And by the way, I never expected you to be of the punk genre." Weiss commented.
"Wait, what?" Jaune asked.
"You're obviously a punk rock band. Just from the sound of the song and how you all hold yourselves. You all look like you're up there having an amazing time while it sounds like the song that you made was from your past. That's usually what I hear from punk bands. Songs about both hard times and good times in their lives and they're now making the best of it through their music."
"Woah," Sun said, "She kinda hit the nail on the head with that one there. She knows her music if you ask me."
"That was only one genre type though." The girl with the bass replied.
"I do understand that most people do misinterpret the meaning of the punk rock genre just about being a rebel, but most of the time the punk music songs that I have heard tell a story of pain and emotion through their life or someone else's. Like most music, they tell a story that only some people are able to identify and tell to others that weren't able to. Some music these days just can't do that. They don't tell meaningful stories. It's just randomness with the artist trying to make the most amount of money possible from their sales."
Everyone was quiet for a moment and Weiss had felt like she had said the wrong thing.
"Okay, I'm slightly convinced now. It wasn't exactly right, but she's on the right track." the bass player stated.
"Well," Ruby said, "We have to get back to Weiss' tour. We need to get through the rest of the building. Have a good practice you guys."
The trio then made their way back to the double doors that they had walked through.
"Well that certainly was something."
"Yes, yes it was." Ruby said with a small laugh and a smile.
"But one thing that I wonder is who would agree to marry that blonde buffoon." Weiss said.
Ruby looked over towards Weiss and grew another weird looking grin.
"Why don't we go meet her?"
AN: Wow, that was certainly a good response from the first chapter.
So many people seemed to enjoy this story so I tried to make this chapter as fast as I could between school and sports and... other things *cough* video games *cough*. Well, that and the collaboration group.
But besides that I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter just as much as you enjoyed the first.
The song that was used in this chapter was With Me by the band Sum 41. I have always had a soft spot for this band even though I found them when I was twelve and their days of touring and performing were over. But now they're making a comeback. So Yay!
And to the person who had reviewed saying that I had Weiss and Ruby both majorly OOC and that their roles should have been swapped in the story. That's kinda the point and plot of this story, whoever reviewed that (because it was a guest review). Please understand that Ruby is the head of a very large production company who has been in the business for years and has... hardened? That sounds like it works... I guess.
Anywho, please leave a review below and if you're new, please follow and favorite this story. I hope you all enjoyed and thank you for reading. I'll see you all in the next chapter.