(not at all) accidental video; @maedae

[trashmammal]

[The feed cuts in abruptly ( maybe a little too abruptly), revealing Mae sitting at the edge of her bed. Her head's cut off by the frame, leaving just a torso and a pair of fuzzy arms cradling what is probably the shittiest looking bass in the world. She plucks a couple strings experimentally, like she's still not entirely sure what to do with the damn thing.

Then she starts playing.

It's shaky as hell and she misses about as many notes as she hits and her bass is insanely out of tune, but the song's there. Kinda. About halfway through, she starts singing, just humming at first, then little "dah dah dah"'s in places where she can remember the rhythm but not the lyrics. It's only when the second chorus comes around that she really hits her stride.]

I just wanna diiie anywhere else!
If only I could diie anywhere else!
So come with me, let's diiie anywhere else!
A-ny-where
Just not here.

[Her singing voice is, ah, how you say not so good. Really it's more shouting than singing, but she's doing it with gusto. Eventually, the song comes to an uneasy finish, and Mae's left sitting there in silence for a couple more seconds before she turns and, in what's pretty obviously a prepared reaction, notices that she's recording.]

Oh, shit! [Said with all the convincing acting prowess of an eight grader.

She dips down, enough that you can see her face for about a fraction of a second, and practically slams her laptop shut, embarrassed and a little bit afraid.]

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video | @the.young

[leadintheyoung]

It needs to be tuned.

[ And her ears need a brief moment to recover. If she had any doubt about Mae's lack of magickal ability, that has been confirmed. Had she been meaning to cast a spell, she doesn't want to think as to the effects that might have been had she the ability to make them so. Still, she's got that spirit of hers; though, why she subterfuge is certainly something Líadan is wondering. ]

If I may, how long have you been playing?

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[trashmammal]

[Look she just wanted unqualified praise without having to actually own up to anything, is that so wrong? Shame on you, Lía. Shame.

There's a sound of nervous shuffling while she tries to look cool and unflappable in front of somebody who can't actually see her.]

Since, like, high school? Stopped playing for a couple years when college stuff happened, though. So yeah, pretty rusty.

Sorry.

[leadintheyoung]

There's nothing to apologize for, Mae. If you're out of practice, you're out of practice. That's something that can be fixed easily enough. As for my tone, I apologize. You could say my hearing is, um... sensitive?

[ She tilts her head with a smile all the same, wondering. ]

Did you write the lyrics yourself?

[trashmammal]

Sensitive to terrible, terrible bass-playing, I get you.

[She's not bitter in the slightest, please pay no attention to her tone. She shakes her head, mostly reflexive because she knows for a fact Lía can't see her.]

Nah. Yoooou don't wanna hear anything I've written, trust me. Think that one was either Casey or Bea.

[leadintheyoung]

I'm sensitive to sound and music in general. I suppose you might say it's one of those weirdo fantasy land things?

[ She guesses? She's not entirely sure and it's very much audible about her voice. Maybe? ]

They're certainly interesting. It conveys a certain sense of yearning. Were you thinking about picking your instrument back up and starting something here?