for @fmdjake
→ the filming set for polaris’s late late show dynamite performance
polaris schedules are little more than some previously undiscovered circle of hell these days. any appearance they make, they’re no doubt performing dynamite and that alone is enough to irritate ash. what had started as trepidation when he’d first heard the demo had become a full blown hatred as his nerves had been grated through the rusty cheese grater of time. he has a sinking feeling dynamite is what they’re going to be known for for the rest of their lives and the very thought of that almost makes him want to quit music altogether so that he can go into hiding deep underground.
one more ‘cup of milk, let’s rock and roll’ and ash feels like he’ll go on a full-blown rampage.
it’s not any of the other members’ or any of the staff’s faults dynamite exists, he knows that. arguably, he’s more to blame than anyone actually present at the moment, seeing as his name is on the credits — hidden in back of the list of composers for a few measures of topline. so maybe he’s trying to compensate for his (limited) involvement by looking like he’d just drank spoiled milk any time it comes up; even he’s not sure why it pisses him off in a way other songs they’ve released he wasn’t musically fond of haven’t.
his mood is soured by the number of takes they’ve already had to do when the director calls for them to cut for a short break before they do another, so when he ends up stuck shoulder-to-shoulder with jake as they’re funneled off the makeshift replica of the late late show’s stage, it’s the last drop in his bucket of annoyance that sends the bucket spilling over.
“can you do it right next time so we can get this over with?”