Transformers - Songwriting 101
Title: Songwriting 101
Fandom: Transformers
Series: Boyband 'Verse
Characters: Silverbolt, Air Raid, Skydive, Slingshot, Fireflight
Rating: PG
Warnings: Complete lack of any relevance to the story whatsoever (this is basically a teaser because I seem to be that kind of douche), gross misuse of office supplies (throwing that many paper balls must surely be illegal?) and shameless borrowing-without-permission of protected intellectual property, because I love this band and if I tried to write Superions' lyrics I would drive myself to an early grave. But seriously, the lyrics aren't mine.
Slingshot nodded, seemingly distracted, and asked in a voice much softer than his usual, "Hey, 'Dive, try the same only a key lower."
Skydive obeyed, unconsciously moving his head with the rhythm as he pressed the piano's keys, and Slingshot made an approving noise.
Silverbolt glanced to the sheets Slingshot was scribbling on. "How about 'don't give it away'?"
"Instead of 'don't keep me awake'?"
"Mmhm. Sounds a bit..."
"Yeah." Slingshot covered the offending words with a layer of graphite, wrote the correction on the line on top. "'Raid, you haven't been a dick in fifteen minutes, stop texting your boyfriend and help me work the chorus out."
"You haven't given me a reason to be a dick, I like the song this way."
"Liar, you're blinking too much", Fireflight murmured sleepily from the couch, idly petting his guitar's strings like one would do a cat. "What're the drums going to be again?" Skydive was too far away, so Slingshot actually played the beat against the table with his pencils rather than do it across their brother's shoulders. "That's faster than I thought."
"I like it fast."
Air Raid snorted. "That's what he said."
"And also why he broke up with you, Raider", Silverbolt added sweetly, ducking to avoid the cushion Air Raid threw at his head in retaliation.
Slingshot smirked for a second, but the song distracted him again. "How about... 'Don't give it all away', then 'Bolt--"
Silverbolt leaned in again, left knee bouncing as he half-recited, half-sang the lyrics. "I don't want your happiness..."
"Are you asking us, or telling us? Get a grip!", Fireflight booed cheerfully.
Silverbolt laughed, sang a little stronger, "I don't need your happiness! So never show me--"
"Happiness, good, skip next two, and lower."
"We don't need your cheap salvation -- oh God, are you writing this for Swindle? Way to be subtle, Slings", Silverbolt groaned, burying his face on his hands, shoulders shaking a bit from repressed laughter.
"First thing, it's not only to him -- it's a big, colourful 'sod off!' to everyone and their grandma. Second, you're the one who kept changing stuff to passive-aggressive angsty shit, it's not my fault you didn't put it all together when you read it. Now sing."
"We don't need your cheap salvation, we don't want your sympathy--" Air Raid clutched his chest as if wounded by the words, letting himself fall back onto the other couch with an arm thrown dramatically over his eyes, and Silverbolt had to make an effort not to join Skydive's snickering. "--don't need your cheap salvation, I hope you find happiness."
"Yes, there, you've got it. Fireflight, go... one key higher than Silverbolt, and Air Raid goes two lower."
"Can't Skydive--"
"No, Skydive's still recovering", Silverbolt reminded him, giving him a warning glance.
Air Raid sighed, but rolled over so that he was laying on his side and caught the paper ball Slingshot threw his way, reading quickly once he unwrapped it. He raised an eyebrow, turning to Slingshot with an sceptical look. "'Soulless chanting intensifies' -- are you sure you didn't miss your true call as a screenwriter?"
"Yours are better than mine", Fireflight grumbled. "'High-pitched echo on the background'."
"You haven't seen what I've planned for Skydive", Slingshot grinned, entirely unrepentant.
"If you fucking give this to Prowl, and he approves it and I'm stuck with the direction 'use dead gaze for maximum creeper effect' on my music sheets I'm going to dye your hair blue again."
"No." Silverbolt didn't even look up from his own sheet, just tapped the tip of his pencil against his mouth a little distractedly. "You are not."
"It was totally his fault, and--"
"Still no."
Fandom: Transformers
Series: Boyband 'Verse
Characters: Silverbolt, Air Raid, Skydive, Slingshot, Fireflight
Rating: PG
Warnings: Complete lack of any relevance to the story whatsoever (this is basically a teaser because I seem to be that kind of douche), gross misuse of office supplies (throwing that many paper balls must surely be illegal?) and shameless borrowing-without-permission of protected intellectual property, because I love this band and if I tried to write Superions' lyrics I would drive myself to an early grave. But seriously, the lyrics aren't mine.
Slingshot nodded, seemingly distracted, and asked in a voice much softer than his usual, "Hey, 'Dive, try the same only a key lower."
Skydive obeyed, unconsciously moving his head with the rhythm as he pressed the piano's keys, and Slingshot made an approving noise.
Silverbolt glanced to the sheets Slingshot was scribbling on. "How about 'don't give it away'?"
"Instead of 'don't keep me awake'?"
"Mmhm. Sounds a bit..."
"Yeah." Slingshot covered the offending words with a layer of graphite, wrote the correction on the line on top. "'Raid, you haven't been a dick in fifteen minutes, stop texting your boyfriend and help me work the chorus out."
"You haven't given me a reason to be a dick, I like the song this way."
"Liar, you're blinking too much", Fireflight murmured sleepily from the couch, idly petting his guitar's strings like one would do a cat. "What're the drums going to be again?" Skydive was too far away, so Slingshot actually played the beat against the table with his pencils rather than do it across their brother's shoulders. "That's faster than I thought."
"I like it fast."
Air Raid snorted. "That's what he said."
"And also why he broke up with you, Raider", Silverbolt added sweetly, ducking to avoid the cushion Air Raid threw at his head in retaliation.
Slingshot smirked for a second, but the song distracted him again. "How about... 'Don't give it all away', then 'Bolt--"
Silverbolt leaned in again, left knee bouncing as he half-recited, half-sang the lyrics. "I don't want your happiness..."
"Are you asking us, or telling us? Get a grip!", Fireflight booed cheerfully.
Silverbolt laughed, sang a little stronger, "I don't need your happiness! So never show me--"
"Happiness, good, skip next two, and lower."
"We don't need your cheap salvation -- oh God, are you writing this for Swindle? Way to be subtle, Slings", Silverbolt groaned, burying his face on his hands, shoulders shaking a bit from repressed laughter.
"First thing, it's not only to him -- it's a big, colourful 'sod off!' to everyone and their grandma. Second, you're the one who kept changing stuff to passive-aggressive angsty shit, it's not my fault you didn't put it all together when you read it. Now sing."
"We don't need your cheap salvation, we don't want your sympathy--" Air Raid clutched his chest as if wounded by the words, letting himself fall back onto the other couch with an arm thrown dramatically over his eyes, and Silverbolt had to make an effort not to join Skydive's snickering. "--don't need your cheap salvation, I hope you find happiness."
"Yes, there, you've got it. Fireflight, go... one key higher than Silverbolt, and Air Raid goes two lower."
"Can't Skydive--"
"No, Skydive's still recovering", Silverbolt reminded him, giving him a warning glance.
Air Raid sighed, but rolled over so that he was laying on his side and caught the paper ball Slingshot threw his way, reading quickly once he unwrapped it. He raised an eyebrow, turning to Slingshot with an sceptical look. "'Soulless chanting intensifies' -- are you sure you didn't miss your true call as a screenwriter?"
"Yours are better than mine", Fireflight grumbled. "'High-pitched echo on the background'."
"You haven't seen what I've planned for Skydive", Slingshot grinned, entirely unrepentant.
"If you fucking give this to Prowl, and he approves it and I'm stuck with the direction 'use dead gaze for maximum creeper effect' on my music sheets I'm going to dye your hair blue again."
"No." Silverbolt didn't even look up from his own sheet, just tapped the tip of his pencil against his mouth a little distractedly. "You are not."
"It was totally his fault, and--"
"Still no."