musebyquotes | 2.3. Robert Fritz quote
2.3. "If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise"
- Robert Fritz
Co-written with drcampbell
[Follows about a week after THIS]
Aiden helped himself to another Diet Coke from behind the bar and finally came around to sit on the bar stool beside Lachlan. The Scot had called Aiden and asked to talk to him about the band, but after getting the initial thoughts out, had sat down at the bar and proceeded to stare solemnly into his untouched orange juice, occasionally stabbing at the ice cubes with the end of the straw. The London was well and truly on the way for opening, so Aiden hadn't been surprised that Lachlan chose that for their meeting place. Aiden had been perfectly fine driving to Princeton for the chat, knowing Pat was in good hands hanging out with his family. The bar wasn't open yet, so Luke had been happy to hand over the keys. Aiden had just expected the kilted one to do more talking about his plans.
He tilted his head, eyes on Lachlan's face. "Remind me again why we're here and not at my place or your place?" he prompted.
Lachlan blinked and turned to meet Aiden's gaze. He had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry, I was just spacing out," he apologised and took a sip of his drink. "Luke wants me to test out the acoustics. Tab did her bit, he wants me to try it for male singers. Figured I could kill two birds with one stone. I'm here now. Sorry, just shit going on in my head."
"We can do this another time, man. You look..." Aiden trailed off, trying to put his finger on it.
"Depressed?" Lachlan offered and nodded. "Aye. Dinnae mind, though. I always get like this after being home. Takes me a couple of weeks to get out of the funk. Wee bit different this time, though, thankfully. I cannae just crawl into bed and feel sorry for myself for days. Still got daddy duties. The wee one cannae stop to cater for a bout of moping. It was my turn for the feedings last night. Tara and I take turns about, unless Riley isnae well, and then we're both up with him."
He pushed up off the stool to move to the back of the bar where the modern-designed stage sprawled like a feature point of the whole bar. He climb up onto it and flicked on the mic, then picked up his guitar to turn the amplifier and speakers on, too. He flicked his fingers over the strings to test the sound and then adjusted the volume. "So, the band," he continued. "Think we can hire you for the marketing?"
Aiden watched Lachlan eagerly. Ever since he had first heard Lachlan sing at the New York chapter of the bar, he had wanted to work with him. The music just seemed to come with such ease. Any time Lachlan was within the vicinity of an instrument or a microphone, it was like he was operating on autopilot. Aiden was tone deaf music-wise, so it fascinated him. Even more exciting was the fact he was joining forces with Tab, along with what proved to be a very strong supporting band. Aiden could do so much with what he had to work with, it just depended how much was wanted. "Of course," he replied without hesitation. "I just need to know what the plan is. Do you just want gigs at Luke's bars, or other stuff? Do you want a recording contract? Album promo? East Coast, West Coast?"
Lachlan shook his head. "Dinnae want the pop star life, buddy. Never have wanted it. It's why I got my MD. I cannae speak for the others. I just want to play with my band." He strummed his fingers against the strings with a soft, original melody, speaking into the mic so Aiden could still hear him. "Let's say both bars as a priority and the occasional other gig in New York for the moment. We need to factor in practice time and recording time. Tab and I are still doing the album, only it will be with the whole band now. Tab might want to play more venues in NY. The plan is for us to mainly do shows together, sharing out the sets between us, but some gigs with just her or just me. I dinnae mind at all if she wants a busier schedule or a wider reaching location but I'd prefer to just focus on Luke's venues because my son is my priority. There is also going to be times I cannae play. Sometimes, I just cannae. Riley might be ill or in hospital. I get a block or I'm nay well myself. Tab's happy to step in at those times. I also want a percentage of all band profits going to MS and HIV research charities."
He paused, hand resting over the top of microphone as he sighed softly. "I dinnae know if this is the right thing to be doing. I dinnae even know if I'm ready to face it. I just feel if I dinnae follow my gut now and try, I'll never do it. If it doesnae come off, Tab can front the bad. I can just work with them on writing and recording behind the scenes." He wet his lips, meeting Aiden's gaze across the room. "I'm scared. Really scared. I just dinnae want that stopping me anymore. I dinnae want my son growing up fearing everything like I do. I want him to have the world, nay be terrified of it." He started to play 'We Are The Champions' on the guitar. Queen, again, sure, but it was a good song he could get the power into to test the acoustics of the room.
The lyrics were pretty fitting at this point. Aiden sighed, a niggle of concern biting in his gut as he took a small notebook from his breast pocket and started making some notes on everything Lachlan had just revealed. He listened to the singing, getting those goosebumps he always did when he listened to the Scot perform. The band really could be huge, taking into account all the factors. But there was such an apprehension there, that Aiden was worried. He knew then he had to talk to Tab about it. Lachlan was more than insistent they were both in the drivers seat here. Aiden wanted to be sure he wasn't going to coax Lachlan into something he would drown in and land himself psychologically back to square one, even if he was eager as a fly to shit pile to get his fingers into the project that was this fantastic band.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,102
- Robert Fritz
Co-written with drcampbell
[Follows about a week after THIS]
Aiden helped himself to another Diet Coke from behind the bar and finally came around to sit on the bar stool beside Lachlan. The Scot had called Aiden and asked to talk to him about the band, but after getting the initial thoughts out, had sat down at the bar and proceeded to stare solemnly into his untouched orange juice, occasionally stabbing at the ice cubes with the end of the straw. The London was well and truly on the way for opening, so Aiden hadn't been surprised that Lachlan chose that for their meeting place. Aiden had been perfectly fine driving to Princeton for the chat, knowing Pat was in good hands hanging out with his family. The bar wasn't open yet, so Luke had been happy to hand over the keys. Aiden had just expected the kilted one to do more talking about his plans.
He tilted his head, eyes on Lachlan's face. "Remind me again why we're here and not at my place or your place?" he prompted.
Lachlan blinked and turned to meet Aiden's gaze. He had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry, I was just spacing out," he apologised and took a sip of his drink. "Luke wants me to test out the acoustics. Tab did her bit, he wants me to try it for male singers. Figured I could kill two birds with one stone. I'm here now. Sorry, just shit going on in my head."
"We can do this another time, man. You look..." Aiden trailed off, trying to put his finger on it.
"Depressed?" Lachlan offered and nodded. "Aye. Dinnae mind, though. I always get like this after being home. Takes me a couple of weeks to get out of the funk. Wee bit different this time, though, thankfully. I cannae just crawl into bed and feel sorry for myself for days. Still got daddy duties. The wee one cannae stop to cater for a bout of moping. It was my turn for the feedings last night. Tara and I take turns about, unless Riley isnae well, and then we're both up with him."
He pushed up off the stool to move to the back of the bar where the modern-designed stage sprawled like a feature point of the whole bar. He climb up onto it and flicked on the mic, then picked up his guitar to turn the amplifier and speakers on, too. He flicked his fingers over the strings to test the sound and then adjusted the volume. "So, the band," he continued. "Think we can hire you for the marketing?"
Aiden watched Lachlan eagerly. Ever since he had first heard Lachlan sing at the New York chapter of the bar, he had wanted to work with him. The music just seemed to come with such ease. Any time Lachlan was within the vicinity of an instrument or a microphone, it was like he was operating on autopilot. Aiden was tone deaf music-wise, so it fascinated him. Even more exciting was the fact he was joining forces with Tab, along with what proved to be a very strong supporting band. Aiden could do so much with what he had to work with, it just depended how much was wanted. "Of course," he replied without hesitation. "I just need to know what the plan is. Do you just want gigs at Luke's bars, or other stuff? Do you want a recording contract? Album promo? East Coast, West Coast?"
Lachlan shook his head. "Dinnae want the pop star life, buddy. Never have wanted it. It's why I got my MD. I cannae speak for the others. I just want to play with my band." He strummed his fingers against the strings with a soft, original melody, speaking into the mic so Aiden could still hear him. "Let's say both bars as a priority and the occasional other gig in New York for the moment. We need to factor in practice time and recording time. Tab and I are still doing the album, only it will be with the whole band now. Tab might want to play more venues in NY. The plan is for us to mainly do shows together, sharing out the sets between us, but some gigs with just her or just me. I dinnae mind at all if she wants a busier schedule or a wider reaching location but I'd prefer to just focus on Luke's venues because my son is my priority. There is also going to be times I cannae play. Sometimes, I just cannae. Riley might be ill or in hospital. I get a block or I'm nay well myself. Tab's happy to step in at those times. I also want a percentage of all band profits going to MS and HIV research charities."
He paused, hand resting over the top of microphone as he sighed softly. "I dinnae know if this is the right thing to be doing. I dinnae even know if I'm ready to face it. I just feel if I dinnae follow my gut now and try, I'll never do it. If it doesnae come off, Tab can front the bad. I can just work with them on writing and recording behind the scenes." He wet his lips, meeting Aiden's gaze across the room. "I'm scared. Really scared. I just dinnae want that stopping me anymore. I dinnae want my son growing up fearing everything like I do. I want him to have the world, nay be terrified of it." He started to play 'We Are The Champions' on the guitar. Queen, again, sure, but it was a good song he could get the power into to test the acoustics of the room.
The lyrics were pretty fitting at this point. Aiden sighed, a niggle of concern biting in his gut as he took a small notebook from his breast pocket and started making some notes on everything Lachlan had just revealed. He listened to the singing, getting those goosebumps he always did when he listened to the Scot perform. The band really could be huge, taking into account all the factors. But there was such an apprehension there, that Aiden was worried. He knew then he had to talk to Tab about it. Lachlan was more than insistent they were both in the drivers seat here. Aiden wanted to be sure he wasn't going to coax Lachlan into something he would drown in and land himself psychologically back to square one, even if he was eager as a fly to shit pile to get his fingers into the project that was this fantastic band.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,102