19 March 2014

Sofive - One Couch, Five Tracks, A Story - Ep. 1: Bloomin' Night

He has been working in the studio for the last five hours, for it works like that: the idea can catch you anytime, and believe me, it is better not to ignore it…
So he left the guys in the livingroom with their zombie movie and he sat to his "magic table", the place where everyday life is not admitted, and you can follow a vision after another and let them speak through music.
But now (it’s 3.00 AM) he has come to a standstill, something cut the flow, no way to find that tricky chord...
Milk, cookies, couch.
Damn… the new girl is on the couch, what’s her name… Deedee, Lili…
He doesn’t feel like chatting in this moment, dozens of possible chords are playing simultaneously in his mind and he’s trying to come out of that messy labyrinth…
She barely glances at him, she clears some space to make him sit and says just a lazy:
“I’m making a new track, but I’m stuck now…”
No reply.
She goes on writing on her notebook, a hair lock partially hides her profile, she holds the pen in a strange way but her hand moves fast, filling the white with a string of words.
Or better a soft noise of cookies and jaws, ink and paper.
“Shit, I’m stuck too.” She rips up the sheet.
“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s ok.” She puts the hair lock behind her ear.
“Not your fault.” She gives a hint of a smile.
“It’s only a matter of time… we both only have to wait now.” She gently bites her pen.
“Have a cookie, maybe it could help”
“Thank you.”
He changes his mind, he would like to talk now, he would like to share that special condition you undergo when inspiration touches you and then hides and you keep on chasing it. And you feel so warm and confused and your cheeks are red and a soft tingling pervades you.
He’s sure she can understand, but he’s not able to break the silence, or better that soft noise of cookies and jaws.
“Wanna make me hear your stuff?” She removes a crumb of cookie from her breast.
“Sure.” Well he’s not sure at all, no one can sit at the "magic table" besides him, anyway, too late.
She sits on the bed hugging her knees.
He sits at his desk and pushes the play button.
They wear huge headphones.
No eye contact, just a kind of proximity in music.
“It sounds better with you.”
“Thanks.” She smiles. “It’s beautiful. I like it very much.”
She looks at him for the first time, her eyes are deep and liquid.
He falls in that gaze, he sinks into something thick and sweet, he knows that there’s no way back.

4.00 AM
A boy and a girl in a room.
She is sitting on the bed.
He is telling her somethin about inspiration.

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