Bubble Gum Barbie Dream Come True
Summer 2021, Week 2
Saturday midday
Rose Fall Music Studio, Downtown
Storyteller
An old Grandfather clock dinged over the sound of the crowd, striking 3 times loudly to the sound of a bass drum. The screens filling the upper corners of the store suddenly lit up. The patrons all stared up wondering who was the lucky guest. For those who didn’t go to the store every day like it was some sort of coffee shop, the screens would light up with a name, the name of the next person to be mentored by Roslyen - whether by a random lottery set up through buying stuff through the store, by paying for a few-hour session, or being a student of Roslyen. This time the lucky name lit up with falling black falling petals and the sound of a soft British rock played through the store. Momentarily overpowering Roslyen playing. Abbey Thomas. Flashed over and over on the screen before a soft female voice called out the name, asking the patron Abbey Thomas to go to the front desk for her session. If you did not bring your own equipment, please grab a guitar, a set of picks, drumsticks, and any other instrument you would like to practice with off the wall.Abbey Thomas
After her name was called and flashing all over the store, she grabbed a mic of the wall and ran to the staircase leading down. A little winded between the running and nerves, she panted her name. "Abbey. Abbey Thomas. That's me. I'm ready."Storyteller
The old man behind the counter smiled towards Abbey as she told him her name. Waving the crowd back he stepped forward and led her around the counter to a small door he was standing in front of. Behind the door, which he opened was a well-lit flight of stairs. The second set of stairs was needed, as the basement level had a nearly ten-foot ceiling in some places Roslyen was waiting at the bottom after a short hallway. Sitting in a large high white high-backed chair, strumming idly.Abbey Thomas
She walked down the stairs with her jaw dropped. This place was more extravagant than she'd ever seen, and it was just a freaking music studio. Holy shit. Her heart was thudding in her chest, but she'd at least had a chance to catch her breath now. She saw Roslyen sitting in the chair and stammered. "Hi, Miss Van Steele. I'm, um, I'm Abbey Thomas. My mom set this up. I, uh, I really appreciate your time today."Roslyen Van Steele
“Ya, ‘Éla’. Please relax. It's honestly no big deal. I love helping others grow better,” Roslyen said with a bright full-face smile. The mountain of a woman was plucking idly at her guitar while munching on a plate of olives, toast and hummus set out on the small table next to her. Leaning back in a large armchair she set her guitar down holding her hand out for the younger female. “Roslyen Van Steele, but please, just call me Rosy. I've heard a good bit about you from your mother Miss Thomas, or would you prefer Abbey? I know enough to know my music isn’t your normal taste, so I made sure we will be able to play something a bit more your style today.” she spoke with her eyes and her face more than her lips. Her expressions were easy to read and seem to beam with positivity. Standing one would notice that the room was taller than almost any room they had been in. The nine-foot ceilings were needed for Roslyen’s massive height. “Should I grab my electric first? We can start with some warm up’s merely matching pitch and some vocal practices. Then once you’re warmed up, we can move onto songs, and if we get to it today, we can start writing your song. We won’t be able to record today but,” she gives a small shrug as she waits for an answer. Looking over her shoulder with a bright smile.Abbey Thomas
"If I'm gonna call you Rosy, you can definitely call me Abbey. That sounds badass, if you ask me. I can't wait to get started. What did you have in mind? I honestly like a little bit of everything really... I even have some of your stuff downloaded on your phone. My friend Paige would die if she heard me say that. She's upstairs. Wait... did you say record?? My song???"Roslyen Van Steele
"Um yah? Did you not see what your mother bought you? I and you are going to be working together for quite a while. She snagged the chance to perform in a video with me. You’re going to be my backup singer, for that one video at least, so we need a song both I and you can perform admirably well." Lifting a guitar off the wall she gingerly slid the long leather strap over her shoulder and idly pluck at the strings before wandering over to the counter to grab a pick from a small jar full of them "We can start simple, just match the pitch and sing along to the cords I play." She grabbed a cord peaking off the wall and wandered back over to Abbey sitting once again in her chair she crossed her legs and plugged the Guitar into the cord. Giving it a quick strum "Ready Filos, Abbey?"Abbey Thomas
"Uh, no, my mom just mentioned a singing lesson, not being a fucking backup singer! Hoooly crap. Yeah. Okay. Let's, um, let's do this I guess." She turned around and sang a low warm up melody to herself really quick. "I'll just follow your lead then?" She took some deep breaths through her diaphragm and braced herself for whatever was about to get thrown at her.Roslyen Van Steele
Roslyen started slow, plucking low cords seeing how low she could make Abbey go. Once she found Abbey's base, she strummed up the scale, quiet, basically only to start humming along with her slowly once she hit her own range. Starting to hit the top of the scale she lifted an eyebrow and raised her voice seeming to sound out the guitar as she aimed for the stars with her pitch. She held a high note that one would swear could break glass for a small while before shaking her long hair out with twinkling laughter "All warmed up? We can see how well you keep a beat and set a pace next."Abbey Thomas
She nodded quickly, a huge smile shining out of all facets of her face. "Yeah, I'm good Rosy." She bounced on the balls of her feet and shook herself out trying to loosen up a bit. "This is so much fun!"Roslyen Van Steele
With a golden laugh she nodded and rolled the pick between her fingers “Then give me a song, one you know by heart. Set the pace, and I’ll follow... No, we won’t use a metronome its more about feeling the rhythm and knowing the pace than anything else.”Abbey Thomas
"Would it be okay if we did "Fight Song"? By Rachel Platten? It's just... it's motivating, ya know? I know it's not what you would think is my style, but it's one of my favorites."Roslyen Van Steele
”Yes Filo, I know the song. Quiet well actually. It’s a lovely tune. Why don’t you start acapella while I grab my guitar? Giving a full-face smile she stood up tossing the strap of the electric off her shoulder and going to place it on the wall before grabbing an old, and beaten down wooden one, covered in stickers she plucked it once while Abbey started to make sure it’s in tune before quickly matching pace. Around the time the first chorus pushed in, Roslyen joined her voice an octave higher than Abbey's and seemed to echo just under Abbey’s before going quiet as the chorus ended letting her continue as the lead singer Roslyen just backing her up. Of course, she wouldn't know this but as they sang the microphones in the studio would pick it up, clean up the audio a bit before playing it throughout the store.Abbey Thomas
She started off soft and slow, but then gained her confidence as the song went on. She closed her eyes and totally lost herself in the music. It filled up her heart and she gave it everything she had. It was truly soulful to hear it come out of such a young person. She hit every note on point, she knew when to hold a note just so, she knew when to use vibrato and when not. Hearing Rosy sing with her made her feel it that much more strongly. When she was done, she stood there for a few moments keeping her eyes closed and then slowly opened them. She was radiating her excitement.Roslyen Van Steele
Laughed a bit as the girl stopped, not saying a word but starting to hum one of her most well-known songs, she was humming the opening. Snapping her fingers lightly as she began the opening notes of childhood dreams only to stop once the girl started to sing only humming along and snapping the background noise. Wanting the girl’s confidence to soar just like her dreams this of course was also broadcasted.Abbey Thomas
She nodded as she realized what the singer was wanting and then began belting along with the new song. 'Best early birthday present fucking ever.' Abbey was getting more and more comfortable as the two carried on together. She was starting to dance around a bit.Roslyen Van Steele
As the song came to a close Rosy laughed and snapped her fingers, the outside audio starting to play just recordings of her... Watching the girl bounce and dance around the massive woman gave a warm almost heart melting smile. The child was innocent and pure. It was a wonderful sight. As the girl came down from her cloud Roslyen was sitting in her chair once more tossing an olive into her mouth she slowly started to taking a small knife and spread some hummus onto a cracker. “Well now Miss Abbey, that was quite impressive you sure I shouldn't take lessons from you?”Abbey Thomas
Her cheeks couldn't turn a darker shade of red and she bent over laughing. "No fucking way but thank you. That was... that was amazing. It was such a good vibe! I haven't been able to really sing like that with someone."Roslyen Van Steele
Tossing the bread into her mouth, her stomach giving a loud rumble, which caused Roslyen to go quiet. It was only for a few seconds, enough for her to laugh. Her laughter was soft. High pitched, almost childlike. Well, I guess my mother was always right. If one wants to work, one must eat. I know you have me legally trapped for the next two hours, but why don't I treat you to lunch deary? We could discuss songs and styling and perhaps work on some writing for our duet?Abbey Thomas
"Yeah of course! Oh well, is it okay if my friend Paige comes? I made her come down here with me. I'm sure she's gonna be bored out there and she'd been pissed if I left her behind, ya know?"Roslyen Van Steele
Roslyen gave a small shrug but looked to the side, almost as a sure. “If we must she can sure. Though I would need to call for a ride for us, I only rode my bike to the studio.” With a weak shrug she popped another olive and tiled her head with a smile. “Why don't you go see if she minds while I see if I can call someone to get us dear?”Abbey Thomas
"Yeah, sure! I'll go grab her real quick." She started to bound up the stairs and then paused. She turned back to Roslyen. "Just, uh, just a heads up. She doesn't really like pop music in the slightest. So, if she comes off rude, that's just her. But... she's not really awful. I promise."Roslyen Van Steele
She gave a small shrug and smiled to her gently. Running a hand through her long pink hair as if to say sure. She Rose up after the girl left and wondered over to the counter grabbing a helmet from under it, she set it on top of the counters next to her own, and walked over to where her coat, a large brown trench coat that covered her up, not that it really hid who she was since she towered over everyone. Turning with her coat on and her helmet under her arm she started to walk towards the stars hitting a button to alert her guards she was coming up. They go back up to the store, which is finished up in Edgelord Meets King of Underground PunkSaturday afternoon
Athena's Restaurant, Loyalist Bluffs
Storyteller
Roslyen, to no one’s surprise, as like many famous people, thought herself above the law and drove her bike like she stole it. Should Abbey look over Roslyen's massive frame, she would see the bike’s average speed of about 95. She served in and out of traffic with graze of someone who has ridden her entire life. The streets of Greece were far worse than these urban streets with defined laws. Roaring down the road she covered a normal 30-to-45-minute trip in barely 25 minutes and some change. Slowly rolling to a stop for the first time outside the Ferryman's driveway, having run most of the red lights... They were yellow, her lawyer would argue. The ferry ran every half hour on the hour back and forth, having let the couple arrive just a few minutes before the ferry man was getting ready to leave to back towards the island “Wait! Davy!” she yelled out as they slowly rolled closer, waving to the man who just gave a tired sigh and held open the gate for her to roll onto the boat.Abbey Thomas
The girl was holding on for dear life for most of the trip. 'My mom is going to fucking kill me if she finds out about this. For so very many reasons.' As they came to a stop, she couldn't bring herself to let go yet. Her body was still so tense. As Rosy was yelling for the ferryman, she slowly started relaxing her muscles and trying hard not to hyperventilate. 'Fucking pull it together. Don't embarrass yourself in front of Roslyen.'Roslyen Van Steele
The popstar’s laughter was loud and sparkling with joy as they rolled onto the ferry, but as little Abbey would be holding onto her form, she would feel nothing but tense muscles and perhaps the scent of fear. Roslyen hated boats. And even this short ferry ride was torture for her. Once seated in the center of the ferry, thankfully the only vehicle there currently. A soft crackling came through Abbey’s helmet as Roslyen’s cheerfully voice sparked to life in the speakers "Wonderful view hu? This island almost reminds me of the beaches back home. Sadly, less blue."Abbey Thomas
The girl had never been to Winter Isle, so this was the first time she'd ever taken the ferry, much less any ferry. "Yeah, it is. It's pretty amazing, actually." She was loosening up more and more, the waves bringing a calming effect to her. "You, uh, you always drive that fast?"Roslyen Van Steele
"Uhh... yeahhhhhh." She said with a low blush, lowering her head a bit having forgotten not all Americans drive like that. “It's… a bit different over in the EU... Driving in general.” She looked away turning her whole helmet to ignore the water below them. The ferry lasted a few more minutes. Dave stepped forward to open the gate in-front of them and attach a dock plate. Letting Rosy roll right off onto dry land. "Sorry Filo, Ill drive slower?" Giving the engine a small rev, she drove forward going, below the 40 mile an hour speed limit stopping at her favorite deli.Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
"Mmhmm, yeah, please." She nods emphatically. "My mom would prefer it if I make it home in one piece." As she spotted the restaurant her stomach grumbled, but she felt a little nauseous too. She wasn't about to say a word to the giant woman though. 'Let's hope I don't throw up whatever I eat all over Rosy. Talk about a nightmare.'Roslyen Van Steele
“Then let’s send you home full, and in one piece. With a laugh she mistook the girl’s nerves for hungry. Not really spending enough time around others recently to pick up on all the cues. Kicking down the bike’s stand, she rolled herself off the bike before reaching out to lift up Abbey once more. Though when she picked up Abbey, she had an evil smirk. Grabbing her bridle style in her arms and stepping across the pavement, she carried the smaller girl to the door before ducking inside. A soft ding sounded throughout the place. “Papa! I am heading to my table. Please bring me and my guest a menu!” She did set her down once inside but said nothing of it. Having held the girl against her large bosom and carried like a bride, or a small child nothing more than a spur of the moment for the eccentric popstar...one would think.Storyteller
While a spur of the moment indeed, like all things. This would have consequences. As unknown to either party. The popstar or the girl, a lone man with a camera was watching them, having fallowed Roslyen as soon as she stepped off the ferry, snapping photo after photo.Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
"Um, thanks, I guess? I have two legs, though. I can walk next time."Roslyen Van Steele
With a blush she looked away leading them to a secluded both set aside from the rest. Pushing a small, reserved marker off the table and onto the seat she slid into the booth and smiled. “Sorry, I think… I saw nothing wrong with it Filo but moving on. Anything you like you can get. This dinner is run by my adopted parents and their food is the best you can find Greek in the city.”Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
"Cool. Don't know if I've had Greek food, but I'll try it. Um..." She looks over the menu. "I don't even know where to start though... what should I try?"Roslyen Van Steele
“I would allays recommend some lamb, though the salads always have more food than one would expect and are quite wonderful.” Tilting her head as an old man came over and didn't say a word waiting with a warm smile. “Papa, I’ll have a whatever was caught today on the harbor, drizzled with ladholemono, a small salad with olives and oil on the side. And a bottle of wine for the table, and for my friend?”Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
"Um, I'll try the gyro (she pronounced it as ji-ro, clearly not knowing the trust pronunciation) then? It's got lamb... and some of the feta and olive oil on the side? I do love feta."Roslyen Van Steele
The older male took down their order with a small smile before walking away never saying a word. Roslyen set a piece of paper between them. “Now about the song we plan on singing together.”Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
She looked at the paper quizzically and then slid it over to herself. "Yeah? You got thoughts?"Roslyen Van Steele
"Well, it needs to be very upbeat. Neither of us seem to be down people, yet it should speak from the soul. Echo who you are, or at least what you feel to the crowd." She hummed softly after she finished thinking already having a few ideas for a melody.Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
"Upbeat and yet soulful. That's one hell of a combination." She paused and listened to the humming. "I like that."Roslyen Van Steele
"Yeah, something that speaks your deepest of hearts yet be relatable." Tapping her fingers on the table she started to tap out a beat humming softly as the beat was coming together in her mind.Abbey Thomas (Nimue)
The girl started harmonizing with Rosy's melody, trying to give it depth.Storyteller
The Afternoon continued on quite quietly. Their food was wonderful, through Roslyen would never let the young Abbey see the price. Their music soon overflowed from their little booth as they got into the rhythm. It wasn’t long before they got the concept out from there. A melody and the first draft of a song. Their heart and soul put pen to paper. Roslyen would drive young Abbey home, perhaps to her embarrassment, in her private limo having left her bike at her Pa’s dinner. The clear attraction from the young popstar to the younger girl remaining, coy but quite clear to those who looked too hard.
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 3, 2021
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