[Part 2] As-of-now-untitled [2/?]
anonymous
December 8 2010, 13:21:20 UTC
“What the hell? Where’d all these sunflowers come from?” Alfred kicked a bouquet towards a wall.
Ivan picked it up. “Ever since I told my fans I liked sunflowers, they have been sending them non-stop. Since there were so many of them, I thought I’d put them in the dance studio to brighten things up.”
“Is slipping on sunflowers while dancing “brightening things up”?” Alfred picked up a lone flower.
“You guys.”
Yao poked Ivan’s bouquet. “We should put them in a corner so we don’t step on them.”
“Maybe I should scatter some of my roses too.” Francis said.
“Maybe the janitors would be annoyed at wankers who make them clean up wilting flowers all over the place?”
“You guys.”
“Just a few here and there, to make things more romantic...”
“You guys.”
All eyes were now on Feliks. “Can you, like, put the flowers aside first?” he said. They did. “Fabulous. We’ve just gotten the final mix of your new single, and today we’ll practise the dance for the music video. And speaking of music videos, have you seen AXIS’ new video?”
The band gave him blank looks. Feliks turned his laptop around and motioned for everyone to get closer to the table. The video started playing.
The camera zoomed in on Feliciano, Ludwig and Kiku, squeezed together in a glass shower cubicle with the water running, wearing half-unbuttoned white shirts and dark jeans. The trio were facing each other and trying their best to look stoic despite being soaking wet in a single shower cubicle with two other men. When the suspiciously long music intro was over, the scene changed to three silhouettes in a row against a white background. The lighting then revealed AXIS in matching black sleeveless jumpsuits, dancing to the song’s first verse. “Hi, hi, hi,” the three sang, “I’m doin’ this today/You probably wanna hear a song/I know this can’t be wrong/Baby, come on, hey!”
The video was pretty much the same throughout the verse, with all three always on screen doing the same dance. By the chorus the dance included a noticeable amount of grinding: “Shipwrecked/My heart is shipwrecked/Stuck on an island/and there ain’t no escaping from love”. During the rap interlude they used more upper body movement since the camera angle cut off their legs. The dance then returned to the same sequence during the first verse, and the screen faded to black.
“Easy for them to get equal screentime,” Yao said.
“No individual close-ups,” Francis noted.
“Then two words: no way,” Feliks waved his hand, “The fans live for individual close-ups. And their dancing is so not good enough. I mean, sure, Kiku looks like a pro, but Ludwig’s way stiff and Feliciano’s hyper. We’ll stick with what you’ve always done: fabulous dance routines and walking through scenery. And lots of camera panning. But upping the gay a bit won’t hurt too.”
“If they’re in the shower in white shirts, we’re going to be in a Jacuzzi, shirtless. See if they can top that,” Alfred jeered.
“They can, but they’ll have a hard time getting their video played,” Francis mused.
“Leave the specifics to Matt, he’s got vision,” said Feliks, “Your job now is to dance.”
Second commenter was right about the managers!
This fic is just so...uh.
A clarification: A.L.L.I.E.S. and A.X.I.S are pronounced as words. Acronyms and names in real life are pretty inconsistent with pronounciation (N*SYNC's not pronounced en-asterisk-sync. And (not a boy band I know) t.A.T.u's not tee-ay-tee-you despite the "."s. And FBI's not fbee.). The presence of periods/full stops/dots/whatever you choose to call them is simply fancy-name logic.
Ivan picked it up. “Ever since I told my fans I liked sunflowers, they have been sending them non-stop. Since there were so many of them, I thought I’d put them in the dance studio to brighten things up.”
“Is slipping on sunflowers while dancing “brightening things up”?” Alfred picked up a lone flower.
“You guys.”
Yao poked Ivan’s bouquet. “We should put them in a corner so we don’t step on them.”
“Maybe I should scatter some of my roses too.” Francis said.
“Maybe the janitors would be annoyed at wankers who make them clean up wilting flowers all over the place?”
“You guys.”
“Just a few here and there, to make things more romantic...”
“You guys.”
All eyes were now on Feliks. “Can you, like, put the flowers aside first?” he said. They did. “Fabulous. We’ve just gotten the final mix of your new single, and today we’ll practise the dance for the music video. And speaking of music videos, have you seen AXIS’ new video?”
The band gave him blank looks. Feliks turned his laptop around and motioned for everyone to get closer to the table. The video started playing.
The camera zoomed in on Feliciano, Ludwig and Kiku, squeezed together in a glass shower cubicle with the water running, wearing half-unbuttoned white shirts and dark jeans. The trio were facing each other and trying their best to look stoic despite being soaking wet in a single shower cubicle with two other men. When the suspiciously long music intro was over, the scene changed to three silhouettes in a row against a white background. The lighting then revealed AXIS in matching black sleeveless jumpsuits, dancing to the song’s first verse. “Hi, hi, hi,” the three sang, “I’m doin’ this today/You probably wanna hear a song/I know this can’t be wrong/Baby, come on, hey!”
The video was pretty much the same throughout the verse, with all three always on screen doing the same dance. By the chorus the dance included a noticeable amount of grinding: “Shipwrecked/My heart is shipwrecked/Stuck on an island/and there ain’t no escaping from love”. During the rap interlude they used more upper body movement since the camera angle cut off their legs. The dance then returned to the same sequence during the first verse, and the screen faded to black.
“Easy for them to get equal screentime,” Yao said.
“No individual close-ups,” Francis noted.
“Then two words: no way,” Feliks waved his hand, “The fans live for individual close-ups. And their dancing is so not good enough. I mean, sure, Kiku looks like a pro, but Ludwig’s way stiff and Feliciano’s hyper. We’ll stick with what you’ve always done: fabulous dance routines and walking through scenery. And lots of camera panning. But upping the gay a bit won’t hurt too.”
“If they’re in the shower in white shirts, we’re going to be in a Jacuzzi, shirtless. See if they can top that,” Alfred jeered.
“They can, but they’ll have a hard time getting their video played,” Francis mused.
“Leave the specifics to Matt, he’s got vision,” said Feliks, “Your job now is to dance.”
Second commenter was right about the managers!
This fic is just so...uh.
A clarification: A.L.L.I.E.S. and A.X.I.S are pronounced as words. Acronyms and names in real life are pretty inconsistent with pronounciation (N*SYNC's not pronounced en-asterisk-sync. And (not a boy band I know) t.A.T.u's not tee-ay-tee-you despite the "."s. And FBI's not fbee.). The presence of periods/full stops/dots/whatever you choose to call them is simply fancy-name logic.
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*pelts Ivan with sunflowers*
I always wanted to do that XD
Keep going, anon! This looks like it could be extremely lulzy!
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