in a west end town in a dead end world... (rp for we_standalone)
(loosely based on this thread. :P)
"Mr. Vieri? I want to buy your song."
It was the second time she'd repeated it, and still he looked at her with a near blank expression. She wasn't sure if it was shock, maybe fear...it was entirely possible he'd been burned by an unscrupulous type in the past, but she'd lay his fears to rest quickly if that was the case. Her budget was tight, as a result of the economy, but the prices were still absolutely fair, she'd offer nothing less.
This, however, was the problem in dealing with independent musicians, the industry was so extremely biased towards connections and politics that the truly gifted acts got trampled on to the point they couldn't play a note for fear of getting ripped off. The idea of it made her feel a pang of sympathy for the lean, tattooed livewire sitting in the stool beside her, and only reconfirmed her resolve to do right by him and his compatriots.
Taking another sip of her wine, she offered an expectant smile, still waiting for a response. "If...that's not a problem, sir, then maybe we can start discussing a price?..."
"Mr. Vieri? I want to buy your song."
It was the second time she'd repeated it, and still he looked at her with a near blank expression. She wasn't sure if it was shock, maybe fear...it was entirely possible he'd been burned by an unscrupulous type in the past, but she'd lay his fears to rest quickly if that was the case. Her budget was tight, as a result of the economy, but the prices were still absolutely fair, she'd offer nothing less.
This, however, was the problem in dealing with independent musicians, the industry was so extremely biased towards connections and politics that the truly gifted acts got trampled on to the point they couldn't play a note for fear of getting ripped off. The idea of it made her feel a pang of sympathy for the lean, tattooed livewire sitting in the stool beside her, and only reconfirmed her resolve to do right by him and his compatriots.
Taking another sip of her wine, she offered an expectant smile, still waiting for a response. "If...that's not a problem, sir, then maybe we can start discussing a price?..."