#goldenchords

[ululate]

@goldenchords said: There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you

this catches mal's attention, and not in a good way. "i thought we were always open and honest with each other? what can't you tell me?" he asked, eyes sad and pleading. he had never lied to johnnie. not once. he had never held anything back from him. "is there something wrong?" he asked, growing concerned.

[hopingforjustice]

@goldenchords said: ❝ My life is my reputation. It is all I have. ❞ song of achilles rp starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ Those words made a smile cross her face. Not exactly joy or enthusiasm, one could say there was even a hint of sadness or tiredness somewhere. Reputation was essential and Reimi knew it pretty well, but she couldn't help feeling that people were mistaken about it most of the time. ❝ I would say you have your music— And this is more important than your reputation, too. ❞ Her tone still gentle, but the sparkle in her pink eyes was sharp, almost severe. Many people she met recently had bad reputations — but their hearts in the right place. Hey, look at the people around them! Rohan was one of the handful ones, yet he put aside even his beloved manga to be as useful as possible. Josuke and Okuyasu dressed as delinquents, and acted as one often, but all their words and actions towards her were absolutely kind. It was the case with Johnnie for sure. ❝ I’m just assuming things, of course. ❞ No hesitation, no apologies, no need for them when only the truth was invoked. If he shared the same beliefs, it was to be decided later.

ㅤ ㅤ The truth was, her sympathy blossomed the instant Johnnie entered the ghost alley. His appearance was unusual these days, but made her chest a little warmer. Familiarity, that was what she saw in him, in his clothes, in the way he spoke. As a child of the 60s, with a father strongly influenced by the culture of that decade and the previous one, curiosity encouraged him to enjoy the good things that existed beyond the quiet, suburban life. Looking at him was like looking at a fragment of the past — sweet memories that never left her mind. ❝ I don’t know any of your songs, as you can imagine. ❞ A nonchalant wave of her hand towards the bare walls, that made a disturbing, distressing silence hover over them. It was possible to pick up some sounds at the edge of two worlds, but music was a rarity. ❝ I would like you to play something for me one of these days. ❞ Hands hidden behind her back, her head tilting to the side with the most angelic face to soften him up.

[sungodrobes]

@goldenchords​ liked for a thing!!!

chris was always interested in live music, he just didn’t often have a chance to see it. tonight, though, he was lying on one of the benches in the booth he sat at, listening, frowning when it was over. he got up to see the performer placing his guitar in a case and hurried over. 

“hello,” he said, glancing at the case and then back to the other’s face. “have you ever attempted to play the guitar upside down?” he asked very seriously.

[solar-pxwered]

@goldenchords​ wanted a starter with Narancia!

          Rock and Roll hadn’t ever really been Narancia’s thing, but Giorno was a big fan and hadn’t been able to convince anyone else to come with him to the music festival and he had looked so damn bummed about it that Narancia had taken pity on the blonde and agreed to join him. 

          Once the music had begun, the crowd’s enthusiasm had taken hold of him, in spite of the music not being his first choice, and he found himself singing along to any song he recognized and even bobbing his head and tapping his feet to the rhythm. Giorno was having the time of his life, it seemed.

          Finally, the night turned into early morning, and the last band closed the show and left the crowds to disperse. But the hype had given the two boys energy to burn and neither had any desire to head back to the gang’s house just yet. Giorno suggested sticking around to try and meet some of the musicians and so they found themselves walking among the trailers while the roadies loaded them back up with instruments, wiring, amps and the like.

          “Well,” Narancia said out loud, to no one in particular but assuming Giorno would be the one to respond, “I guess this wasn’t that bad of a night after all. Still, I’d rather catch Snoop Dogg over these guys any day.”

[ululate]

Johnnie looked at Mal, eyes wide and impassioned, “Imagine if you SUNG this. It’d play on radios everywhere. Everyone could hear your passion and there’s got to be someone out there who needs to hear your message, someone who feels just like you and is looking for that last bit of hope.”

And so, Moonlight Drive was born...

My Time on a Moonlight Drive is a documentary coming soon with exclusive footage compiled, edited, and produced by My Wild Love Productions, a company owned by Atlas Voss with a first-hand look inside the worldwide phenomenon, Moonlight Drive.

[ made with love by me for @goldenchords & @valkyriescreatures and our Moonlight Drive verse ]

[ululate]

@goldenchords​ said:  “You trying to attract attention again?”

mal didn’t look up from the tattered book of poems he was reading, in fact, it took him a long stretch of silence to answer. he wasn’t trying to be rude (this time), he was just feeling the words leap from the page, straight into his heart and he didn’t want to stop. when the poem was over, his eyes closed for a few more moments, a deep breath in... and out... and finally he looked up at johnnie. “why do you ask?”

[valkyriescreatures]

“Life is not the things that we do, it’s who we’re doing them with.” - for Atty!

Atty grinned and pulled Johnnie into a big hug. "There's no one I'd be more happy with as a friend. You've been nothing short of wonderful to me and him. You've helped me more than you know. Your company is some of the best I've had in years."

[ululate]

“your ballroom days are over, baby...”

@goldenchords​ five to one - the doors