Vinyl lay on her couch, staring up at the ceiling, trying to listen to the silence. Her head throbbed with music. The songs she had already written, the songs she was working on, even songs she had never heard before and were just drifting into her mind. All of it jumbled together into a dissonant mess, as if her thoughts were all trying to drown each other out.
She closed her eyes and saw the score for the music she had composed. Everything was out of order and shuffled up, a pile of notes all trying to be played at the same time. The blinking lights from the consoles and mixers and microphones began to flash, leaving discolored spots hanging in front of her.
The dull ache pulsed through her head, as if her thoughts were trying to escape, to get away from the grind.
I wonder if this ever happens to Octavia...
Perhaps Vinyl should ask Octavia that- it helps to know you're not the only one going through something.
Short & sweet.
I do wish that this story had more exposure. Hopefully I'm also speaking for others than just myself, but I'd like you to know that I appreciate your keeping up with this. It's a story with a lot of heart.
7666619 Thanks. I'm hoping to get to work on the next chapter soon. I would've gotten on it sooner, but I just started a new job, so I'm super tired and time is kinda tight.
7714587 Congrats on your new job!