Re: Questions?tmcmodsFebruary 16 2010, 19:20:17 UTC
Is it okay to use an instrumental in the fanmix?
Yes, of course! One or two instrumental tracks would work just fine. Just mark it as an instrumental in the lyrics section, and/or include some little tidbit as to why it's fitting if the title doesn't do it for you
Title: Wide Open Spaces Part One Characters: DG, Arthur, and Cain Rating: PGklcthebookwormFebruary 18 2010, 18:36:25 UTC
DG parked the bike off the flattened trail through the grass and lifted her goggles. The golden grass swayed in the morning breezes as the suns reached over the Great Kells. Not another soul in sight and she sighed in contentment. She spread the blanket over the grass with Arthur’s toys before lifting her nine-month-old son out of the sidecar. Arthur babbled and tugged the goggles on her forehead. She handed them over after she set him down. “Mommy’s toys are more fun than yours.”
Arthur waved the goggles and then held them over his crystal blue eyes.
“You are styling, Junior, yes you are.” She pulled her art supplies out of the bike’s saddlebags. “Auntie Az wants a painting of the Great Kells. Today’s a good day. Not a cloud around for miles. That’s sort of the same as spans.” She aimed the time loop projector to record the mountains while she sketched on the canvas.
Arthur pulled a toy drum between his legs and hit it while DG set up the easel and canvas.
"Your grandmother won't let you be a rock star. But if you're
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Title: Wide Open Spaces Part Two Characters: DG, Arthur, and Cain Rating: PGklcthebookwormFebruary 18 2010, 18:37:23 UTC
The pencil dropped from her hand as she scanned the golden grass. No dark hair mingled with them. No crushed blades showing where he had crawled. "Arthur!" He didn't cry back. DG had finally proved everyone who said they needed a nanny to raise their son right. "Arthur Henry Cain!" She plunged into the grass, fanning out from the blanket. Arthur was a fast crawler, but this wasn't the smooth floors in Kiamoko. He couldn't have gone far.
Maybe bringing a guard along wasn't a waste of manpower. Sitting on her kid could be added to their job descriptions. And it would make her paranoid Tin Man happy too.
No one had snatched Arthur. She would have noticed someone approaching. But there were animal predators and he could starve wandering the Grasslands because he was too short to be seen. DG inhaled to not cry. "Arthur!" It felt like the wind was snatching his name and flinging it far from her son's ears. "Arthur Henry Cain!"
The prairie remained silent. How the hell was she going to get a search party down here? Arthur
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Yes, of course! One or two instrumental tracks would work just fine. Just mark it as an instrumental in the lyrics section, and/or include some little tidbit as to why it's fitting if the title doesn't do it for you
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DG parked the bike off the flattened trail through the grass and lifted her goggles. The golden grass swayed in the morning breezes as the suns reached over the Great Kells. Not another soul in sight and she sighed in contentment. She spread the blanket over the grass with Arthur’s toys before lifting her nine-month-old son out of the sidecar. Arthur babbled and tugged the goggles on her forehead. She handed them over after she set him down. “Mommy’s toys are more fun than yours.”
Arthur waved the goggles and then held them over his crystal blue eyes.
“You are styling, Junior, yes you are.” She pulled her art supplies out of the bike’s saddlebags. “Auntie Az wants a painting of the Great Kells. Today’s a good day. Not a cloud around for miles. That’s sort of the same as spans.” She aimed the time loop projector to record the mountains while she sketched on the canvas.
Arthur pulled a toy drum between his legs and hit it while DG set up the easel and canvas.
"Your grandmother won't let you be a rock star. But if you're ( ... )
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The pencil dropped from her hand as she scanned the golden grass. No dark hair mingled with them. No crushed blades showing where he had crawled. "Arthur!" He didn't cry back. DG had finally proved everyone who said they needed a nanny to raise their son right. "Arthur Henry Cain!" She plunged into the grass, fanning out from the blanket. Arthur was a fast crawler, but this wasn't the smooth floors in Kiamoko. He couldn't have gone far.
Maybe bringing a guard along wasn't a waste of manpower. Sitting on her kid could be added to their job descriptions. And it would make her paranoid Tin Man happy too.
No one had snatched Arthur. She would have noticed someone approaching. But there were animal predators and he could starve wandering the Grasslands because he was too short to be seen. DG inhaled to not cry. "Arthur!" It felt like the wind was snatching his name and flinging it far from her son's ears. "Arthur Henry Cain!"
The prairie remained silent. How the hell was she going to get a search party down here? Arthur ( ... )
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