wake up when we sleep [open]

[bja]

sorry did i wake your dreams?

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SOME QUESTIONS RUN TOO DEEP
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A sigh pushed past the lips of the England bred man, his Vans brushing over the ground as he walked. His guitar was held under his arm, cupped carefully as he walked. He'd heard about the studio a few days ago, but he'd just came back around Jackson, and already he had a job at the local bar as a tender. So now it was time to record here and there and see if he could make it a little further than passing drinks down a bar. Of course, a guitarist of his caliber probably wouldn't make it too far alone. He was good, or so he was told, and his singing was great. Coupled with the songs he wrote, and he was a decent musician, but that was just it. He was one person, not a whole band. So his dreams would have to be put on hold.

The sigh left his lungs, curling in the chilly air before he opened the doors to the studio, carefully edging his guitar past the doorway until he was inside, and he shook his head a little, letting himself look around as he walked. Mid walk, Matt did a slow three sixty turn, taking in the guitars and frames on the walls, and he grinned. It felt kinda home-like. Just somewhere he could escape to and chill out with his guitar - escape the world and everything in it for a world of his own for a while.

Matt's green eyes lit up for a moment and he grinned even more, heading up towards the receptionist desk. So far, there was no one behind it, or anyone else in the studio, but he could hear snatches of music from the hallway beyond, coming from parted doors. Slowly, Matt tilted his head curiously before he smiled and shook it off, chuckling to himself. Soon enough he'd be in there with his own music drifting out to greet people. Well, hopefully. He had to set it up with whoever was the receptionist first.

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( TAG ) anyone
( MUSE ) decent
( MUSIC ) pandora radio <3
( NOTES ) fwee <3 matty
( OUTFIT ) click!
( LYRICS ) save me - avenged sevenfold
( CREDITS ) posting template made by me, Fireh, of WIT. Do NOT steal.

[zack]

Zach was lucky have a day off and had taken the apple of his eye, his daughter Lyric-Callista Harlow Greene down to one of his favourite places to just go and chill. Zach was definitely quite musically talented and his three and a half was already beginning to look she surely inherited those same genes with how much he let her mess around his drums, not to mention even going so far as to buy her a little children’s drum set for Christmas only a few months prior now. Between Horns & Halos and Draven’s recording studio most of the staff was more or less somewhat familiar with his daughter’s appearances every now and then and everyone seemed to love having the little girl around.

Sitting in one of the empty studios Zach was banging away on a drum kit, he wasn’t actually doing anything important that would be pain if someone came in and interrupted him, just jamming he seemed to do that a fair amount around Draven’s place when he had free time. “Hey princess!” Zach yelled when he suddenly looked over, and just managing to catch the little brunette girl reaching up on her tip-toes and opening up the door and running out into the hall. Zach shook his head grinning a bit to himself standing up and going to follow after his daughter. That girl was just like another Dora with how much she liked to run off and go explore half the time to seemed, well going off to look for a adventure seemed to run in the family.

“Hey missy!” Zach exclaimed grabbing the young girl and hoisting her up into his arms emitting a joyous laugh from her. “Where do you think you’re going?” he grinned kissing the side of her forehead. Glancing down the hallway Zachary starting walking further down towards the front where he thought he saw someone. “Well ‘ello mate!” he exclaimed suddenly seeing Matt standing there and immediately putting on a fake and playful accent that he used from time-to-time around his old friend in the past.

WORDS! 348
OUTFIT! clicky for zach, clicky for lyric
STATUS! complete
TAGS! matt
NOTES! so sorry about the wait on getting this finished my muse has really been battling with me lately.
INSPIRATION! silence
CREDITS! arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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