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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 13:33:31 GMT -6
Jordan just chewed on his lip, nodding slowly. He knew Knox was the one to go to when it came to the music, but...
"What do you think? Rhythms for the bass or other music? He looked over the sheets of paper spread between them thoughtfully.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 13:36:36 GMT -6
"Bass usually is the rhythm. Like.. for the drums.. Sometimes the other instruments, but mostly the drums." He shrugged. "Maybe we could bring in another instrument. Like a piano or something to keep the beat."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 13:49:55 GMT -6
"I know that," He huffed, unable to help his agitation. Sometimes he just felt like people thought of him as too...childish. He worked his jaw quietly. "A piano might work, or a keyboard so we have different sounds."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 13:56:04 GMT -6
"If you want different, you can always try an organ.." He said with a shrug. But it seemed like everything he was saying was just agitating Jordan. "You wanna call up Knox? And I can put on some coffee?"
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 14:03:06 GMT -6
"I guess..." Jordan sighed, getting up and setting his guitar down before limping to the bathroom to grab his phone. He slid the two pill bottles into his wad of clothes, hoping they would be forgotten and he could sneak them back into his bag again. "You're fucking stupid," He muttered to himself, upset he had gotten annoyed. But anyone knew he had a short temper. It came with the package of how he has.been raised.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 14:05:58 GMT -6
Kenneth made his way downstairs, putting on a pot of coffee before he sat up his laptop on the counter. He knew that if they video called Knox to show him the song and they were in his bedroom, Knox would think something was up. He started loading Skype, and walked to the cabinet to grab some mugs.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 14:31:48 GMT -6
Jordan finished getting dressed after re wrapping his leg and pulling on a loose pair of shorts, and wandered out as he slipped his phone into his pocket, playing with three pills he had dropped in there. He set his guitar down by the sofa, and tossed the stack of papers onto the coffee table.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 14:35:13 GMT -6
"You called Knox?" Kenneth called from the kitchen, drying out their coffee cups. He didn't know why he couldn't seem to get the sleep out of his eyes, but he was beyond tired.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 14:40:20 GMT -6
"Not yet." Jordan pulled his phone out, disappearing back into the bathroom to down the three pills as he dialed. When the phone began to ring, he paced up the hall into the main room again. "Hey Knox..I need help with some music for a song."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 14:46:52 GMT -6
Kenneth waited for Jordan to come back into the living room before he started the Skype call for Jordan. He figured he may as well just stay out of it since his opinion wasn't needed in such matters.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 14:53:44 GMT -6
Jordan explained what they had talked about, not forgetting to mention Kenneth's suggestions, then said they would switch to Skype before hanging up. He looked at Kenneth, chewing on his snakebites guiltily. "I'm sorry Kenny.." He mumbled halfheartedly. "I didn't mean to snap..I just-..I'm sorry.."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 14:57:26 GMT -6
Kenneth wondered for a moment why Jordan would call him Kenny. No one ever called him that, except his aunt. It didn't ever bother him, but people never used it, either. "It's fine. Maybe I'm just tired.." He said quietly, walking over to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 15:31:22 GMT -6
Jordan bit his lip, staring at the floor dejectedly. He glanced at the computer screen with dull eyes as he logged in, and reached for the lyric sheet, sighed.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 25, 2012 15:39:43 GMT -6
Kenneth sat down on the counter as he listened to the two of them, Knox seeming excited over a new song.
'Have you ran it through Ken yet?' He heard him ask, and knew Knox must know he was in ear shot because he hates being called Ken.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 25, 2012 15:44:35 GMT -6
"Yeah," Jordan breathed, glancing towards Kenneth. "He liked the song, I think... And I've got the guitar part done. I asked what he thought for a bass line but I don't know what he's want there.." His eyebrows furrowed some, running through their conversation in his head. "We were talking about a piano, keyboard or an organ.. I guess, you want to hear it?"
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