[jp] write about a time you were nervous
“Would you knock that shit off? You’re making me nervous!”
“What?” Nico laughed as he continued to play the bongos set up in the office he was occupying with his three co-workers. He had to admit, though, over the last four months they’d been shooting, Ty and Ralphie really had become a lot like brothers. They were living the bullshit hype of the show, and he was glad for it.
“Man, they should’ve made me Tom Tom.” Tyler complained with a good-natured smile. “I wouldn’t be half as annoying with this drummer shit as you are.”
“Shove it, Strings.” Nico grinned, continuing to play the odd, primitive rhythm that was running through his head. He didn’t know exactly where he’d learned it, only that it came from Tommy…no, Erich. It was that snake charmer’s melody from his first act, with maybe a little of some tribal chant Doug…no, Dog…had taught him back in the old days…
Realizing that the drums he was playing were, in fact, Dog’s old bongos, Nico finally gave it up and moved to take a seat in the chair next to Ralph, wondering what the hell was taking so long. It wasn’t like Zee to be late for shit…
Serafina. Remember that, asshole. he chided himself with no small level of self-loathing. Since recovering his memory, he hadn’t spoken to Sera, but he’d spent a fair amount of time with Sassy. He felt badly about it, miserable without his girl…but his heart had opened up and he knew this was the way it had to be. He loved them both, but Tommy had made a choice once upon a time.
Nico couldn’t be Tommy…and he couldn’t make any other choice than the one he had. Not when love had brought him back to this place, made him realize who he truly was. The love he needed now, he had, and Sera…
She was no longer Ziyah Ambrogio. That ship had sailed so long ago…
Just then the door to the office opened, and an assistant stuck his head in. “Mr. Hammer? Mr. Prescott? We’re ready for you in the studio. Just want to record a few samples for Ms. Angelis. We’ll get Mr. Contarini’s samples later…sir, she’ll be in to see you shortly.”
Nico just nodded, watching as Ralph and Tyler left the room, leaving him in the office of the head of Virgin Records in New York, waiting to meet with the woman he’d died on.
The woman he felt like he was cheating on, even though he was no longer seeing her.
Suddenly, he sort of wished the Darkness had him by the balls instead of her, because he’d be less nervous facing certain death than he was facing this woman in this moment.
Muse: Nico Contarini
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 463
“What?” Nico laughed as he continued to play the bongos set up in the office he was occupying with his three co-workers. He had to admit, though, over the last four months they’d been shooting, Ty and Ralphie really had become a lot like brothers. They were living the bullshit hype of the show, and he was glad for it.
“Man, they should’ve made me Tom Tom.” Tyler complained with a good-natured smile. “I wouldn’t be half as annoying with this drummer shit as you are.”
“Shove it, Strings.” Nico grinned, continuing to play the odd, primitive rhythm that was running through his head. He didn’t know exactly where he’d learned it, only that it came from Tommy…no, Erich. It was that snake charmer’s melody from his first act, with maybe a little of some tribal chant Doug…no, Dog…had taught him back in the old days…
Realizing that the drums he was playing were, in fact, Dog’s old bongos, Nico finally gave it up and moved to take a seat in the chair next to Ralph, wondering what the hell was taking so long. It wasn’t like Zee to be late for shit…
Serafina. Remember that, asshole. he chided himself with no small level of self-loathing. Since recovering his memory, he hadn’t spoken to Sera, but he’d spent a fair amount of time with Sassy. He felt badly about it, miserable without his girl…but his heart had opened up and he knew this was the way it had to be. He loved them both, but Tommy had made a choice once upon a time.
Nico couldn’t be Tommy…and he couldn’t make any other choice than the one he had. Not when love had brought him back to this place, made him realize who he truly was. The love he needed now, he had, and Sera…
She was no longer Ziyah Ambrogio. That ship had sailed so long ago…
Just then the door to the office opened, and an assistant stuck his head in. “Mr. Hammer? Mr. Prescott? We’re ready for you in the studio. Just want to record a few samples for Ms. Angelis. We’ll get Mr. Contarini’s samples later…sir, she’ll be in to see you shortly.”
Nico just nodded, watching as Ralph and Tyler left the room, leaving him in the office of the head of Virgin Records in New York, waiting to meet with the woman he’d died on.
The woman he felt like he was cheating on, even though he was no longer seeing her.
Suddenly, he sort of wished the Darkness had him by the balls instead of her, because he’d be less nervous facing certain death than he was facing this woman in this moment.
Muse: Nico Contarini
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 463