04-04-2025, 12:23 PM
The week passed in a blur. The routine was generally familiar. They went through a song, evaluated, did it again, evaluated again, and kept going like that until they were satisfied. Of course that didn't mean the song was done. They could come back in a couple of days and listen to the recording and decide it wasn't right. But that was the game of recording, and it was very clear to Cadence that Ezvin knew this game well.
Ezvin had a natural instinct in the studio. He knew when to push and when to lay back. He knew when a band member, or even Cadence herself, needed an encouraging word or just needed time to think through it themselves. Ezvin spent time in both the booth and with the engineer. Ezvin got it. He understood it all and even though Cadence understood it, she was surprised by it. She had seldom seen someone in the industry this attuned to the studio. As her producer, she would often spend time after recording with Ezvin, discussing her vision or going through recordings. Ezvin quickly had her respect and that spread to the band. The entire group was open to his suggestions, but ultimately followed Cadence's lead.
The week finally came to an end and she was left alone with Ezvin as the band left for the weekend. She sat against the wall, knees drawn up and arms rested on them. It wasn't nerves or an attempt to hide - it was just comfortable. Whether it was intuition or the fact that he just needed a break as well, he didn't talk about the recording session, rather moving on to self-care and how she planned to spend her weekend. Cadence gave a laugh, tired but very genuine, at his response. She too was functioning on caffeine.
"Well my usual response is manic until the eventual emotional crash," she said, lips curling into a wry smile. "You say you reorganize your sock drawer - I go on a complete cleaning spree until all energy wears down. Then I isolate and pretend the world doesn't exist until I decide to get on the piano and play Beethoven. If I'm feeling brave, I might actually venture out."
It wasn't a routine that Cadence particularly liked. Isolation wasn't something she liked, but she found it hard to be around others sometimes, but even as she said it, she smiled. Smiled because she felt different after this week. She was exhausted as she always was, but the usual depressive nature of her exhaustion was absent. This weekend she wanted something different.
"I don't think that will be the case this weekend. My usual routine just sounds...depressing. Except for Beethoven - Beethoven will happen. My muse isn't in the shower - it's in Beethoven." Cadence chuckled and stretched out one leg leaning forward a bit, her grin widening. "So to be honest, I have no idea what I'm going to do this weekend, and I'm sort of okay with that. Now I have no desire to be 'normal' - normal is boring - but I find myself wondering what 'normal' people do during the weekend." Cadence tilted her head, mimicking Ezvin's own head tilt. "What would you suggest?
Ezvin had a natural instinct in the studio. He knew when to push and when to lay back. He knew when a band member, or even Cadence herself, needed an encouraging word or just needed time to think through it themselves. Ezvin spent time in both the booth and with the engineer. Ezvin got it. He understood it all and even though Cadence understood it, she was surprised by it. She had seldom seen someone in the industry this attuned to the studio. As her producer, she would often spend time after recording with Ezvin, discussing her vision or going through recordings. Ezvin quickly had her respect and that spread to the band. The entire group was open to his suggestions, but ultimately followed Cadence's lead.
The week finally came to an end and she was left alone with Ezvin as the band left for the weekend. She sat against the wall, knees drawn up and arms rested on them. It wasn't nerves or an attempt to hide - it was just comfortable. Whether it was intuition or the fact that he just needed a break as well, he didn't talk about the recording session, rather moving on to self-care and how she planned to spend her weekend. Cadence gave a laugh, tired but very genuine, at his response. She too was functioning on caffeine.
"Well my usual response is manic until the eventual emotional crash," she said, lips curling into a wry smile. "You say you reorganize your sock drawer - I go on a complete cleaning spree until all energy wears down. Then I isolate and pretend the world doesn't exist until I decide to get on the piano and play Beethoven. If I'm feeling brave, I might actually venture out."
It wasn't a routine that Cadence particularly liked. Isolation wasn't something she liked, but she found it hard to be around others sometimes, but even as she said it, she smiled. Smiled because she felt different after this week. She was exhausted as she always was, but the usual depressive nature of her exhaustion was absent. This weekend she wanted something different.
"I don't think that will be the case this weekend. My usual routine just sounds...depressing. Except for Beethoven - Beethoven will happen. My muse isn't in the shower - it's in Beethoven." Cadence chuckled and stretched out one leg leaning forward a bit, her grin widening. "So to be honest, I have no idea what I'm going to do this weekend, and I'm sort of okay with that. Now I have no desire to be 'normal' - normal is boring - but I find myself wondering what 'normal' people do during the weekend." Cadence tilted her head, mimicking Ezvin's own head tilt. "What would you suggest?
Sometimes - People Are The Monsters