Long Island, Saturday Morning
Aug. 24th, 2024 07:58 pmThe video had been a hit - for some ‘small-time band fucking around on YouTube’ value of hit - and so Trent had hustled them all back out to the beach with his film school buddy to film the next one.
At least they weren’t on a boat this time? Just on the beach, where the mostly off-screen fire had been last time. Trent, Dane and Video Guy were over there, trying to make another fire. Atton, for once, didn’t feel a particular urge to go be a part of it. They were recording for ‘Fire in the Night’ this time, the song he’d written for Sparks, and it brought with him a sense of maudlin.
( He'd put the brunt of those feelings to rest. )
[[ nfb due to distance, open to texts/calls/visits-with-a-timeskip ]]
At least they weren’t on a boat this time? Just on the beach, where the mostly off-screen fire had been last time. Trent, Dane and Video Guy were over there, trying to make another fire. Atton, for once, didn’t feel a particular urge to go be a part of it. They were recording for ‘Fire in the Night’ this time, the song he’d written for Sparks, and it brought with him a sense of maudlin.
( He'd put the brunt of those feelings to rest. )
[[ nfb due to distance, open to texts/calls/visits-with-a-timeskip ]]