Masato + Yamato, duet song
Dec. 12th, 2018 06:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kinosternon(from anon, on Tumblr: Prompt: masato + yamato trying to record a duet song!)
Masato pulled off his headphones and sighed, reaching for his pencil. He jotted a few notes in the margins of the sheet music before him, and then glanced up at the idol lounging across from him, staring at his phone. So far, the only time Yamato had spoken willingly to him was to insist on the use of his proper name, which…Masato was not entirely comfortable with in and of itself, but the alternative was obviously less respectful, given his stated wishes.
“Yamato-san,” he said. He got a glance of a few seconds for his trouble, before Yamato’s eyes returned to his phone with a grunt. Masato took it as tacit permission to continue, and did so.
“What did you think of the demo?” he asked.
Another grunt, and a shrug. Masato schooled his features, refusing to show any slight at the implicit rejection. The uncharitable thought of How do his team members put up with this? also went firmly ignored.
“I see,” he said, and looked back at his notes, crossing out a few more of his lines and underlining a few of Yamato’s. There was something in there that intrigued him—something that belied the man himself’s apparent disinterest. Masato wasn’t sure what that something was, exactly—honestly, he was having trouble getting a solid read on him in general. Yamato had put enough thought into the project to put his own spin on the lyrics, but at the moment his and Masato’s interpretations didn’t mesh at all.
Masato rubbed at the bridge of his nose and suppressed a sigh.
He tried again. “About these lyrics…I will admit, I came into this project with my own thoughts, and I’d like to hear your opinion. As far as I’m concerned, while it’s not explicitly stated, I suspect the motif is meant to be reminiscent of a group like the Shinsengumi, perhaps—a balance of traditionalism and ferocity. It seems that you had something a little different in mind, however…”
He trailed off. Yamato had shown no sign of paying attention while he’d been talking, and showed no sign of noticing that he’d stopped.
Masato sighed. His chats with Syo in the last week or so, both in person and online, had forewarned him of this, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t hoped things would go smoothly. He bent his head back to the page and finished writing his notes.
“Well, I suspect we’ve worked out about as much as we’re going to be able to this session,” he said. “Let’s put the song itself aside for the time being. Yamato-san, there was one more matter I’d like to discuss with you, if you’d be so kind.“
All he got for his efforts was another, fleeting, glance—until Yamato saw what Masato was reaching for. Then he straightened and did a double take, pulling out one of his earbuds. The faintest traces of interest were beginning to show on his face.
Masato ruthlessly repressed his triumphant smirk as he lifted the long, narrow carrying case into clear view. “Yamato-san,” he said, keeping his tone carefully neutral, “are you at all familiar with kendo?”
My original prompt request is here. Feel free to prompt me here, or on Tumblr, LJ, or even Twitter! I go by the same username in all those places.
Masato pulled off his headphones and sighed, reaching for his pencil. He jotted a few notes in the margins of the sheet music before him, and then glanced up at the idol lounging across from him, staring at his phone. So far, the only time Yamato had spoken willingly to him was to insist on the use of his proper name, which…Masato was not entirely comfortable with in and of itself, but the alternative was obviously less respectful, given his stated wishes.
“Yamato-san,” he said. He got a glance of a few seconds for his trouble, before Yamato’s eyes returned to his phone with a grunt. Masato took it as tacit permission to continue, and did so.
“What did you think of the demo?” he asked.
Another grunt, and a shrug. Masato schooled his features, refusing to show any slight at the implicit rejection. The uncharitable thought of How do his team members put up with this? also went firmly ignored.
“I see,” he said, and looked back at his notes, crossing out a few more of his lines and underlining a few of Yamato’s. There was something in there that intrigued him—something that belied the man himself’s apparent disinterest. Masato wasn’t sure what that something was, exactly—honestly, he was having trouble getting a solid read on him in general. Yamato had put enough thought into the project to put his own spin on the lyrics, but at the moment his and Masato’s interpretations didn’t mesh at all.
Masato rubbed at the bridge of his nose and suppressed a sigh.
He tried again. “About these lyrics…I will admit, I came into this project with my own thoughts, and I’d like to hear your opinion. As far as I’m concerned, while it’s not explicitly stated, I suspect the motif is meant to be reminiscent of a group like the Shinsengumi, perhaps—a balance of traditionalism and ferocity. It seems that you had something a little different in mind, however…”
He trailed off. Yamato had shown no sign of paying attention while he’d been talking, and showed no sign of noticing that he’d stopped.
Masato sighed. His chats with Syo in the last week or so, both in person and online, had forewarned him of this, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t hoped things would go smoothly. He bent his head back to the page and finished writing his notes.
“Well, I suspect we’ve worked out about as much as we’re going to be able to this session,” he said. “Let’s put the song itself aside for the time being. Yamato-san, there was one more matter I’d like to discuss with you, if you’d be so kind.“
All he got for his efforts was another, fleeting, glance—until Yamato saw what Masato was reaching for. Then he straightened and did a double take, pulling out one of his earbuds. The faintest traces of interest were beginning to show on his face.
Masato ruthlessly repressed his triumphant smirk as he lifted the long, narrow carrying case into clear view. “Yamato-san,” he said, keeping his tone carefully neutral, “are you at all familiar with kendo?”
My original prompt request is here. Feel free to prompt me here, or on Tumblr, LJ, or even Twitter! I go by the same username in all those places.
