Vyce was immediately greeted by a woman at the front desk of the building, calling herself Juniper. She'd tip the large witch hat on her head with a smirk. ”Nice to meet ya, Juniper.” She walked along with her onto the lift and hurry aboard as they'd go on a little adventure towards the third floor together. The doors opened a short time later and after a farewell, Vyce found herself in the studio with none other than Callan Young. The office looked like he had been battling with a notepad and pencil for his life, alongside some empty bottles. A sight that she was knowledgeable of herself and reminded her of many a room back in Galar. He'd greet the woman in kind as she'd just casually grin.

Inside though, she was fangirling. Hard. The same person who made the recent album she had on repeat for long walks or just relaxation from a hard day was now just casually talking to her. She could do this, all she had to do was stay cool.

”Hey yourself. Yer bloody fuckin' Callan Young.” she grinned, her accent so noticeable that it should have asked Callan what he'd want in his tea. ”You probably hear it alot, but dude. Tracks 04 and 08 on your recent album go pretty hard.” Before Vyce could embarrass herself a little more, she'd be perfectly in time to be given a strat by Callan and a little pedestal to improv something. She'd glide her hands up and down the strings and get a feel for the thing. A few notes here and there as she'd then start to strum something she had been working on herself as some random tangent of a hopefully better song. The music was pretty clear in her head of what she had wanted, but it was all subject to change base don her tastes. Hell, half of her recent solos had to be recut and rerecorded because she wanted a harder, more heavier bass.

”Thanks fer seein' me with yer busy shecdule 'n all.”

Callan Young

Once finished with her impromptu jam session, Vyce then chuckled to herself, cracking a grin towards Callan. She wouldn't flinch at the rock star as he'd mention that little comment about Galarian metalheads and the like. Not that she hadn't heard it before, having been through precisely that. ”Meh, I hear it a lot.” she said, leaning back in her seat while flicking off her hat with her free hand as the other came to rest next to her. ”And it's not exactly false. Lotta people where I'm from just grew up in shitty circumstances. Galarian rock isn't just singing about how life's hard and losing your first love, it's emotion. Raw, unfiltered emotion. Course, it helps that most of our generation has a lot of anger built up over being dealt the shittiest hand in the region.”

Her lips curled into a smirk, the metalhead eyeballing Callan up and down some at the second part of his analysis. The measuredness in her little display. She was fierce and pretty brutal when it came to playing around with riffs when BSing things, way more than when she first got into music. ”But I fell in with a bad crowd when I first got into this stuff. It's how I learned a lot. How to jam, how to hotwire a car, how to break in and enter. It took a good old guy to pull me out, smash some sense into my head and show me about control. The metal scene back home is chaotic, and that's what's pretty fuckin' great about it. But he always told me that without some sense of self control and structure, most of us are just overpaid noisemakers. Usually after smashing a book over my head because I didn't study for a test.”

Another deep laugh, maybe a hint of her smoking habits showed but Vyce didn't care all that much. She'd think about a good answer to his question to her. What she wrote music about. It wasn't the easiest answer, not without a trip to a therapist and a brief history on her family.

”Back when I was in Galar, a lot of the songs I wrote were about my personal experiences, just told in a way that was relatable. What I want out of life, what I'd want to say to my parents that never supported me, any stuck up corpo that dumped any of our music into a rubbish bin. I did start branching out when my old man pulled me out of the fire and got my ass on track. I started branchin' out into other kinds of music. Indie Rock, Pop, Acoustic. Main thing is that I wanted to start lookin' at other things. Last few singles I've been working on deal with less heavy stuff. There's a song that starts as a simple pop song about a first love, then after each chorus, it gets louder, more colorful, more instruments until it's bangin' out nonstop.”

”Course, it ain't easy to branch out. I've tried workin' on an song that dealt with finding peace in a world filled with constant objectives inspired by a trip to Alola and hearing their calming music. Hell, once I tried out for one of those kids shows on their band. Nothing entirely serious, just somebody to strum a beat to a life lesson. I'm kind of envious of some people who can just have all that range and crank out hit after hit. You can't really uninstall the rebel, no matter how hard ya try.”

Callan Young

Her spilling her heart out to Callan aside, Vyce would eye him with her trademark smirk but worry about his response. Was that too much to share with somebody who likely didn't care? Or did he think that she was too shut a case to even attempt at getting through at? There was so much going inside that Galarian head of hers that the woman would really have wanted a guitar or something to pick at. Her fingers drummed on her thigh out of impatience. But when Callan did speak, it took Vyce by surprise.

”No way.” The woman said while leaning forward towards Callan, a great big grin increasing on her face. ”Yer a bloody angel fer makin' me all chuffed!” Vyce laughed, then would nod her head to the man giving her the break of a life time.

”I'm fuckin' game, aye. You need anythin' an' I'm there. Your savin' me from standin' around in a cafe and watchin' some borin' hipsters prattle on about the weather.”

Callan Young