starter for @fmdjynx
it had been a weird feeling, being in a studio without her members. even when she’d been alone in the past, she’d known they were coming. she’d known they were preparing for each other. there was no such promise here, and while she was sure dimensions wouldn’t totally fuck her over, she felt uncertain in her apparent vocal role. she was a good fit for subvocalist in lieu of rap lines, but she wondered if she could really keep up with this group, feeling a little out of her element as it was. for that matter, what was dimensions’ angle, as far as putting her in the song to begin with? she had her fans, certainly, but did her vibe really lend to this?
with studio time done, though, it was nice to get to relax and eat. others had been more outgoing during their brief intro, but she was quiet by nature without the inclusion of pressure. she was sitting awkwardly in her chair, not quite comfortable but infinitely more than if she’d been sitting up straight. it was nothing more than a need to feel the manager’s attention shift from her that prompted her to turn to the woman next to her.
“you sounded really nice today. is this a concept you’ve been wanting to try, or are you just that versatile?” she knew, after all, that aria had taken a turn toward the more adult, albeit in more of an elegant way.