#soulkicked

[faithfulfriends]

@soulkicked said ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜

it had been an excruciatingly long day in the studio in the stifling california heat with no air conditioning on the most inconvenient day of the year — but that didn’t mean that the band could take a day off, far from it. pressure was mounting from the label to succeed their number one single, to produce something just as good if not better. but right now with the tense atmosphere that clung to their skin along with the sweat, it felt like it was an impossibility. they were getting nowhere fast, unless you counted the scathing looks and sarcastic remarks that were throwing around the room that day.

as she watched billy throw his guitar down for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, karen had to say something. had to attempt to break the tension some how. “what’s gotten into you today, dunne?” of course it was no surprise that he had swatted her concern away, chalked it up to tiredness — but karen knew the answer deep down. daisy’s absence wasn’t lost on her, and it was becoming increasingly clear that their day was going to shit because she wasn’t there with them. “you’re sure it’s not because daisy jones isn’t here?” karen asked with an expectant look on her face, arms crossed against her chest.

[faithfulfriends]

@soulkicked said ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜

he can’t help but laugh when the band are faced with an almost catastrophic situation — a flat tire on the tour bus when they weren’t even halfway to the next city. but for warren? he’s just along for the ride, man. no matter what forks in the road they may encounter on their travels.

leaning against the bus with a joint in one hand and a beer bottle in the other he shrugs his shoulders, trying his best to dumb down his smirk to avoid making billy even more tense than he already was. nobody needed that. “dude, chill out. we’ll get it fixed, be on our merry way and make it to the show on time. worst case scenario we don’t do a sound check.”

[rockruin]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — a jarring sequence of notes she keeps humming not out of quiet cheerfulness but more as an efort to kee pherself calm, focused on the task at hand. there is a certain unease in her movements, her nerves betraying her: that room feels too stuffy, today. his presence undeniable, like a heavy piece of decor you constantly have to walk around —— billy dunne fills up the room, and she feels crushed. the excuse of a coffee takes her out of the room, into the small kitchenette the studio offers, but the coffee machine seems about just as nervous as her today — huffing and puffing but never quite starting. it takes about seventeen minutes of arguing with it to surrender — wave a metaphorical white flag at herself and poke her head through the door, to the only other person in the studio at the moment. a feigned casual tone, controlling the sound she emits, as she asks billy: ❝ do you know how to work the coffee machine , before i slam it against the wall ? ❞ —— @soulkicked ( sc. )

[notcruel]

“is there a problem?” ( from fezco @soulkicked! )

"Yeah there's a fucking problem," not backing down as she walked through the few people still trying to hold her back. "You're the fucking problem." Her neck rolling as she continued getting in his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Maddy's arms moving away from someone else. "You almost kill somebody and nothing happens to you? You think you're untouchable when everybody here knows what you fucking did. People might be afraid of being labeled as SNITCHES, okay, but I'm not afraid to call you out to your face."