When the muses strike...

[worseforfears]

Becky is writing. Music, that is. In the music room. She's got a couple of different notebooks scattered around the piano, and she's currently fiddling with melodies and harmonies and chords

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[ourowndragons]

Annie is, as a matter of fact, looking for Becky. She hasn't seen her for a while, and she's more than a little annoyed by that. Annie's been wandering all through the basement trying to find her since she woke up and realized Becky wasn't there.

The music room probably should have been one of the first places she looked, but Annie logic is special, so by the time she does find Becky in the music room... she's been looking a while, and is, by now, extremely frustrated. "Where have you been?"

[worseforfears]

Becky, of course, doesn't even register the question at first, being too caught up in getting just the right progression on the transition between the chorus and the bridge.

She stops after a few seconds, once her brain feels the need to alert her that yes, she did hear a question.

"Huh?" She blinks and glances over her shoulder. "Oh. Just here." She grabs a pen and scribbles some chords down over the lyrics.

[ourowndragons]

Annie sighs and walks over to stand behind her, frowning at the scribbled lyrics and then looking at Becky with raised eyebrows. "You didn't come back to the room last night. Did you even sleep?"

Annie doesn't have much experience with muses, and she's not exactly looking for the signs. For the moment, she's willing to put this down to ordinary Becky-craziness. She'll be a lot more displeased when she realizes what the hell's going on.

[worseforfears]

"Um..." Becky frowns, trying to think. In all honesty, she only fell asleep for about an hour, her head pillowed on her arms, still sitting at the piano. "I think so, yeah." She smiles a little. "Oh!"

She shuffles through the papers, flips through a notebook, and then grins, holding it out. "Here. I wrote it for your voice, I think it would sound really good."