fen (mille)
dee/dem/der, they/them
twenty-one
march 9th
mossdeep city
aroace
office worker (cracker)
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Fenelle Miller
[MoM] HIT THE BEAT
POSTED ON Aug 17, 2024 9:35:55 GMT
Fenelle gives thumbs-up in lieu of spoken replies to most of the questions and remarks asked - being loud is something dee is actually rather good at, as someone who is entirely detached from the consequences. Still, in the group play, dee has practiced enough not to hit the drums too hard, but with a good amount of force. Upon Kasper's question, dee could only shrug however, deferring the question to the others-
But then it's also their go-signal! An obnoxiously blinking banner appears, announcing the name of their group-
FEKARHAM - advertising it in colours that probably give eye cancer. And while dee has partially picked them, dee pointedly doesn't look at it, and instead starting to drum away. Sometime midway in the performance, dee would start increasing der volume as a drum solo nears. And hopefully, the others manage to protect their ears in time as Fenelle, blissfully unaware of the dezibel levels - no, actually, it does hurt a little bit - hits the drums as loud as possible, maybe resembling a Mega Rillaboom in the process.
And after another while, the song comes to an end, leaving sore arms and a last thunk as Fenelle's head meets the drums, creating a reverberating sound. Der arms feel tender alright, in a state that might also translate to der mind. A vulnerability of having gone all out, captured by uncertainty and certainty alike. It's a really strange feeling that dee isn't really ready to examine further as dee sits upright again, turning around to see how der band mates are doing.
kasper thaler ameena abadi Rhea Armistead song (don't fear) the reaper
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