[Britta & Miranda - GIRL BAND!]

[everyone_takes]

Okay, so the guy teaching them how to play the instruments was a little on the cheesy side with the whole 'punk rock, I swear a lot and used to do all the drugs' attitude, but it turned out he actually knew what he was doing. At least, he'd communicated it all pretty clearly to Kate and even though she was pretty far from an expert, she was actually playing chords and then stringing the chords together to make songs.

It was all pretty cool, especially since she had never stuck with anything. The pointe shoes the island had given her were collecting dust under her bed in the room she shared with Marshall, but the guitar was getting used. She was a far cry from making up her own songs -- besides, that was a band activity, not a solo one -- but she could play songs she already knew and that was pretty badass.

Kate was sure her dad, in all his Beaverlamp glory, would be proud of her.

Sitting near the Compound, she shifted the guitar in her lap, singing quietly as she played. It was a little chick folk rock of her, but whatever. No one here was going to make fun of her for being a weirdo hippie. She was waiting for Miranda and Britta to join her so that they could maybe play together. Joe Dick had called that 'jamming', but there was no way in hell Kate was enough of a dork to use a word like that.

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[bothgodown]

Miranda has never thought of music as something that needs to be written, but rather something that tends to spring forth fully formed. The more that she reads and researches, the more she realises that this is far from the case. The entire thing gives her pause, makes her wonder if she has stumbled in over her head. However, she is fairly certain that both Britta and Kate are equally willing to stumble blindly through such a thing.

"Neither do I. I do believe that together we shall all find some way to make it," she says nodding emphatically. "Perhaps words?"

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"I think it's either," Britta says. "I mean, it's about what we're inspired to do, right? Letting the music move us. Wouldn't it be easier to start with the music, though? And then fit the words to it?" She's not even close to sure, just trying things aloud. It sounds good, but that doesn't mean it actually works like that, and she finds herself thinking back to try and remember what her various musician friends and boyfriends have done. "I think everyone does it differently."

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"I wish there was just some easy way that everyone did it," Kate said. "Because I have a feeling I'm going to suck at just letting myself be inspired." It wasn't a word she'd ever even considered in connection with herself. Her mom and brother were the artists in the family with their painting and films. They were the ones who had to worry about inspiration.

"Maybe the costumes should come first," she suggested with a smile.

[bothgodown]

"Oh."

It makes sense that everyone would have their own way of doing things, but Miranda's experience with musicians in the flesh is rather limited at best. Either would be an equally good way of getting started, it is only a question of which.

"Aye. I think costumes would be a grand a thing to start with," she agrees with an eager bob of her head. "Then maybe one or the other would come to us after."

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"Works for me," laughs Britta. The idea of actually sitting down and writing a song, even very quietly in her own room, is almost painfully daunting. She almost never finishes anything. How is she supposed to finish an actual piece of music worth being performed? She's never been inspired to do anything of the sort in her life, and she doesn't have the discipline to sit down and do without. Costumes are easy, costumes they can do. "And we can just do songs later. What if we... each work on something, whatever, and then bring it in next time and... see if we can make something of them together?" It's almost like homework. She nearly makes a face at her own idea.

[everyone_takes]

"I like that idea," Kate answered, grinning. Then, if everything she came up with totally sucked, she could probably con Marshall into helping her. He wasn't exactly into writing music, as far as she knew, but he was the arty type and could probably help her come up with something that wasn't completely awful.

"So have I ever shown you guys the Princess Valhalla costume? Because I'm thinking glam rock needs to go in that sort of direction."

[bothgodown]

"That does seem like it would work."

Miranda still manages to feel adrift in this world full of such strange and modern attire. It has been months but there seem to be rules that do not fit into any proper book. She's certain that finding something light and airy would not be difficult. It seems like that is all the box wants to give up as it is.

"No. You must show it to us then, so that we can appreciate it."

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"Oh man, no," Britta says, "that sounds promising, we have to see this." Besides which, costumes mean not figuring out lyrics, and alright, she knows without music, they can't really be a band, but they're getting there. They just need time. And drums and costumes and tons of things like that.

[everyone_takes]

"Oh, my God, it has a viking hat and everything," Kate said, getting to her feet and leading the other two into the Compound and down to the room she shared with Marshall. As always, his side of the room was spotless, while hers looked like, well, a teenaged girl lived there.

"It's here somewhere," she said, rummaging through the clothes she had and pulling out one thigh high, bright red vinyl boot and then the other.

[bothgodown]

"That does sound to be most absurd," Miranda notes her grin growing wider despite everything else. She cannot help it. The whole thing has a daftness to it that she finds to be wonderful.

Gasping at the sight of the boot, she reaches out and takes it into her hands. "This is...this be horribly impractical. Tis simply divine."