The not-so-secret concert

[flashiestflint]

Alfie showed up early to the Room of Requirement to get everything set up. He told the room the band needed somewhere to play and he got what they needed. The space was big and had a very industrial feel to it.

He set up a table for drinks and snacks and a table for Lunar Howl merchandise.

There were a few tables and chairs but most people would

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[lottawolf]

Lottie had known going in that the concert would need a bit of strategy in choosing her set list. Fully matching the vibe of Lunar Howl wasn't going to happen, she didn’t consider it much and set out to do her own thing. The Easter holiday had been absolutely vital and very productive for her, five backing tracks since she didn’t have a band and she'd decided full dictatorial control over her own sound was actually really, really cool anyway.
In the end she'd leaned into the idea of giving the people something they'd enjoy, leaving the anger and the questions and promethian allusions at home to deliver radio-play worthy singles. She'd get her complicated shit on the albums someday, today she wanted to be fun and for people to tell her they liked it.
She opened with a cover, Them Changes' bassline sexy and steady, setting the tone with pulsing lights. Her set was decidedly not epileptic-friendly, I Already Like You was the first of her run of originals and looked like Lottie: flashing pink and turqoise tied to the heartbeat of her bass. It would've looked so good with projections, next time for certain they'd figure out how to make it work. Chopper kicked it up a little, she'd switched to electric guitar and was it mostly to show off? Yeah, the point of everything was to show off. That, and the fun of it, was why she'd played with the distortion in Blush, and because it flowed better into her last cover, Can't Sleep, in case anyone had forgotten or could forget her whole deal.
It was a good fucking set and she looked hot as hell in her cute little outfit if she said so herself, and she would to anyone who caught her after as she drank all the water in the world.

[puremoney]

“Dòmhnall was asking after you,” Aubrey said by way of hello. “You made an impression there.”

[lottawolf]

"I got him in trouble cause I can't not incite bassist revolution," she says it like it's something that just naturally happens around her, like an atmospheric effect and not her choice at all, "Good band though!"

[puremoney]

“They’re a great band. I think they’d love to have you if you weren’t out here, killing it solo,” he grinned. “But you know eventually somebody in the band has to play bass, right? You can’t make them all leads."

[lottawolf]

That made her light up, there's a cycle for music in her head that goes from making to listening to discussing and back again that she's locked into, "Lead bass can totally be a band's default! I mean, like, me personally, everything's got its time to shine and I don't always wanna do the same thing but there's bands that're just a drummer and a bassist. Or like, a full rock ensemble but the whole composition spins around the bass. It's a thing! And also, I did follow the band, maybe we'll jam once term ends cause, like I said, I don't always wanna do the same thing." She did not, notably, follow Dòmnhall individually; she didn't remember quite a lot of the later part of the hootenanny but she did vaguely recollect a conversation with Sylvie.

[puremoney]

He nods, grinning at her enthusiasm. “Someday, someone will invent a single lead, rhythm and bass guitar that is also somehow a drum kit, and you will be the happiest lady in all the land.”

[lottawolf]

"If that gets invented I want one immediately, they just gotta wait until I get my own place with some space," which reminds her that, "Hey, I totally forgot to tell you at the party, you have to get your dulcitone tuned."

[puremoney]

“My what now?” Aubrey says intelligently.

[lottawolf]

She'd shake her head but she has to stop laughing first, "Dulcitone! The thing with the keys in the room with all the records? I mean, I don't think it's out of tune as much as it's maybe got some kind of fork all fucked up or something, I don't actually know, I'm not a technician. The notes sounded wrong!"

[puremoney]

“The thing that sounds like a piano fucked a xylophone? Huh. Dulcitone.” He shrugs. “I guess I’ll have someone look into it, thanks. I don’t think anyone in the family actually plays, though.”

[lottawolf]

"That kinda sucks, I had to look up what it was. You'd definitely get bragging points for playing it," she shrugs, it's a shame if it never gets played but as far as rich people whims go rare and impractical instruments that nobody touches seems halfway reasonable to her.

[puremoney]

“I should probably check it’s not a valuable heirloom or essential piece of our family history before offering it to your family collection,” Aubrey muses. “I suppose I could learn to play. It’s still basically a piano, right, how hard can it be?”

[lottawolf]

"Not hard, you could totally do it and you should totally do it," says the multi-instrumentalist, with a confidence that is completely outsized considering her idea of what 'hard' in this context means has been warped far beyond a normal person's reckoning.

[puremoney]

Aubrey nods. “Plus I only need to learn four chords to play all the songs.”

[lottawolf]

"I--you know what? Yeah, that's a good start,"

[puremoney]

“But if it turns out nobody cares, the dulcitone is yours.”