log. +goldenrod, Rise and Fuji

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Who: reimprovise and restardom
Where: Goldenrod, outside the inn on a bench
When: In the lazy, lazy afternoon
Summary: Because voice lessons have to happen.
Rating: ... PG?

[This would be a Fuji, commandeering this bench, music sheets in hand. He's flipping through them with a look of contemplation on his face, absently unscrewing the lid on the canister of coffee that he brought along with him. Now-a-days, it's a little rare to see him about without being engaged in an argument or doing something questionable with food and whatnot, and he knows this too -- which is why he looks like he's enjoying this little bit of time off from full-time weirdness.

It's piano music, marked in black and white. There's also a Froslass hanging over his shoulder, breath misty in the warm, afternoon air. As the afternoon wears on, she starts humming tunelessly, and he chuckles, pointing out notes to her in low tones.

It's just a very lazy afternoon.]

Comments

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Should've figured... [ she's settling into Work Mode, so she's quite possibly looking more focused than usual. Sure, she might not have actually given voice lessons before, but having junior idols in the company meant helping on occasion. ]

Okay-- do that again, but this time, I want you to sing a note, and hold it as long as you can. [ easier to tell how much of that is breath support when she hears it in action. ]

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[... the change isn't something that he's used to seeing on Rise. he doesn't know her all that well, really -- but he'll be watching on curiously. and obeying, somewhat. if it's interesting, then he's willing to go along.

therefore, he sings a note! it... comes out relatively clear, and since he has an above average lung capacity, he's able to hold it for... above average. however, he's not very efficient for the capacity he does have, because he didn't breathe from the diaphragm before he started the note. a wince, afterward.]

Mm, I think I'm still not used to hearing my own voice belt out notes, really.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

It's not bad, though. But you've got to remember-- before you sing any note, you need to breathe in deep from your diaphragm. [ and she's taking a breath to demonstrate. ] Don't let your throat catch the breath at all, or you'll end up with a shallow note and gasping partway. It's kind of like not stretching before dancing-- or sports, in your case. It'll mess you up in the end.

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[a bit intrigued]

That's an interesting science to it. Did you figure this out on your own?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ that makes her laugh, even if it's a brief one. ]

It's common knowledge for idols. Once you can tell the difference between a weak note and a strong note, you learn how to adjust-- your manager'll keep making you sing the same part over and over again until you figure it out.

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Goodness, idol-hood sounds more like a sport than an industry.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Weeeeell, you do need stamina and grace and adaptability, and it can get pretty competitive at times, so you need confidence, too! It's a lot of work, you know?

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And it takes all that jammed into a blender with talent to make it all work on stage. You know, I've always wondered how someone can sing evenly when they're constantly moving and dancing.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Stamina and breathing. As long as you're not out of breath, you can sing. You just have to know the choreography, when's a good time to sneak in a breath while you're dancing, that sort of thing.

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Someone should make a handbook of these little shortcuts. I think people would be surprised at how much actually goes into this sort of thing.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

I think people like pretending it's as easy as it looks-- if you told anyone how hard idols worked, I bet they wouldn't believe you.

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Until they met you, maybe. Maybe I should go ahead and hide you in a box somewhere -- I wouldn't want to crush their beautiful delusions.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry. ♥ I'll keep making it look easy, so they can keep believing.

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Rise, defender of the beliefs and dreams of prepubescent boys since... what year were you born in?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

1995!

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Since 1995. [/satisfied. then, mock sigh--] And even if it were a coherent timeline, you'd still be entirely out of my league. What would it be back home?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Entirely out of your...? [ blink-- and then another blink. ] Not that far into 2012.

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[insert obligatory wasn't the world supposed to end in 2012 joke here]

Hm, you don't say. Was it a good year?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ cheerfully ] It was full of goodbyes, new beginnings, and the hardest fight of my life.

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Zombie apocalypse?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Nope.

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Animal, vegetable or mineral?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ this is a bit of a grin. ] You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

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[shrug] Maybe I'd surprise you.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

No, I'm pretty sure it'd be the other way around...