New York, Saturday FT

[whenshewasnice]

Things were moving forward.

Envy had settled down in New York. She was renting an apartment (well, it belonged to Gideon's label, but, details) and working on new music. Her blog – now hosted on her own domain, rather than that of The Clash at Demonhead, now defunct – was back up and running, with its readership higher than ever.

She was settling into a new routine. Working on music in the mornings at home, meetings and/or studio time with Gideon in the afternoons bleeding into the evening, then late nights at carefully chosen clubs and bars. Making herself known in the right circles. And just enjoying herself.

Trying on this new version of herself.

Occasionally, she came back to the email. It would've been a lie to say it hadn't meant anything to her, so she'd prefer not to ever comment on it to anyone. She just re-read it, every once in a while. But she hadn't responded.

Even now, as she sat down on the couch with her laptop and her coffee, she didn't type up a reply. It was a brand new email. Nonchalant and short.

Gideon says this is too aggressive for the album. We'll see.

- Envy

She attached a file, a demo of a song, then sent the email off. Making peace did not mean she was about to get verbose.

[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual.]

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[lockestheway]

Peter took a while to muse over the song, toying with explanations and interpretations.

Eventually, when it came to be time to respond, his email was just as short.

Sometimes you need aggression to change everyone's tune. I doubt the music business is any different in that regard.

-- Peter.

[whenshewasnice]

Even when there were relatively few lyrics by her standards, there were still several layers of meaning. She preferred it that way.

It's a question of the overall feel. We're crafting my image anew. This might not fit.

I like it, though.

- E

[lockestheway]

Far be it from me to argue with the spin doctors.

Though you could always stand to throw a curveball every now and again.

It's good.

-- P

[whenshewasnice]

Curveballs have no place in establishing a baseline.

But like I implied, it's not set. Gideon might change his mind.

- E

[lockestheway]

Curveballs could be part of your baseline.

But I digress.

Working together is going well, I take it.

-- P

[whenshewasnice]

We communicate well. He gets what I'm doing.

Also his connections are good and the studio is great.

[lockestheway]

I'd ask you to send me pictures, but I wouldn't know what I was looking at. So I'll leave it at saying that I'm glad to hear the deal is working out for you.

Any idea when you'll be done writing?

[whenshewasnice]

Maybe in a month or so. Then we move on to actual studio time. I figure that'll take a while – Gideon wants to be thorough with getting everything the best it can be.

[lockestheway]

Definitely sounds like your kind of manager. Especially if he has the brains to back it up.

[whenshewasnice]

It took longer for this email to bounce back than the ones before it. She was busy. Nothing to do with her thinking a little more closely about what she said.

I think you'd like him.

That didn't take consideration at all.

[lockestheway]

Perhaps.

I'm sure I'll meet him some day, provided you intend to keep sending us invites.

Invites he'd actually take now.

[whenshewasnice]

I will once there's a reason

It'd be a while. There was a whole big process happening that didn't need input or an audience beyond Gideon Graves.

But once she was ready to step back out into the world...