Post by AimlessSpirit on Jul 12, 2012 18:43:05 GMT -5
A typical day for Oliver so far. Stepping on the beach. Doo doo do doo doo~ Stepping on the beach... Doo do doo~ He had about an hour or so left of time to kill before the recordings with other Vocaloid members to sing a couple choruses. Oh, and Oliver just knew it was going to sound amazing. He thought everyone's voice was simply beautiful! The English boy beamed and giggled at the thought of someone cutting off the song because they felt that someone else had their pitch off, or when they finished the song, that everyone would make a sigh of relief and scurry away.
A pause. ....Was that how everyone was with each other? Well, yeah. Not all of them would hang out with each other... Some of them were just strangers to one another. Oliver wanted to fix that... But how? was the question.
"Si~! I think we-a should all go after the-a Summit!" an Italian accented voice said. Oliver glances over curiously to the speaker, the large curl was what stood out to Oliver the most. "I heard-a that it was a haunted house, about-a three hours from here! Doesn't it-a sound fun?" he said eagerly and cheerily.
"Yeah dude! I can totally get everyone to come! It'll be so cool!" his companion agreed in a loud and just as excited tone. He had blonde hair, glasses, and a strand of hair also sticking up. "C'mon, dude, let's go tell everyone!" the American laughed and began walking, the darker-haired friend paused for a moment, looked around, and sighed, following.
Oliver paid no mind to the hesitance the Italian had as he left as well, getting excited at the thought of everyone going to a Haunted house, scaring one another. It would be a blast! The blonde glanced up to see one of the Vocaloids he just so happened to know (I dunno, someone who's like Alfred/America. You guys pick. .-.
, who was pretty good at convincing people. No doubt they would agree and take everyone else too! "Hey, hey, I just heard something really cool!" he called.
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Regret. Sorrow. Guilt. That was all Oliver was feeling as he sang along the final line of Last Night Good Night with the other singers of Vocaloid. What a fitting song for the moment. Last night, good night... Under the pier, looking at the stars with James, hearing the waves crash, making a sand castle before going to sleep on the beach. Getting real sleep. Oh, sleeping... he missed it. He hasn't done it in so long. He was so tired of this. Of all of this.
"O-ya-su-mi~" the song finished, Oliver placing his headphones around the microphone he was singing into, stepping out of the recording room after. And here it comes. That stupid suggestion he made early, about to come out of their mouth. The worst decision of his life that he had to attempt to fix for God knows how many times now... All of it, by this one suggestion...
A pause. ....Was that how everyone was with each other? Well, yeah. Not all of them would hang out with each other... Some of them were just strangers to one another. Oliver wanted to fix that... But how? was the question.
"Si~! I think we-a should all go after the-a Summit!" an Italian accented voice said. Oliver glances over curiously to the speaker, the large curl was what stood out to Oliver the most. "I heard-a that it was a haunted house, about-a three hours from here! Doesn't it-a sound fun?" he said eagerly and cheerily.
"Yeah dude! I can totally get everyone to come! It'll be so cool!" his companion agreed in a loud and just as excited tone. He had blonde hair, glasses, and a strand of hair also sticking up. "C'mon, dude, let's go tell everyone!" the American laughed and began walking, the darker-haired friend paused for a moment, looked around, and sighed, following.
Oliver paid no mind to the hesitance the Italian had as he left as well, getting excited at the thought of everyone going to a Haunted house, scaring one another. It would be a blast! The blonde glanced up to see one of the Vocaloids he just so happened to know (I dunno, someone who's like Alfred/America. You guys pick. .-.
, who was pretty good at convincing people. No doubt they would agree and take everyone else too! "Hey, hey, I just heard something really cool!" he called.-
Regret. Sorrow. Guilt. That was all Oliver was feeling as he sang along the final line of Last Night Good Night with the other singers of Vocaloid. What a fitting song for the moment. Last night, good night... Under the pier, looking at the stars with James, hearing the waves crash, making a sand castle before going to sleep on the beach. Getting real sleep. Oh, sleeping... he missed it. He hasn't done it in so long. He was so tired of this. Of all of this.
"O-ya-su-mi~" the song finished, Oliver placing his headphones around the microphone he was singing into, stepping out of the recording room after. And here it comes. That stupid suggestion he made early, about to come out of their mouth. The worst decision of his life that he had to attempt to fix for God knows how many times now... All of it, by this one suggestion...
