Post by Fiona McFly on Jun 19, 2017 4:16:11 GMT
FIONA'S JOURNAL
16 June 2017
Dear ladies...
For the last few weeks, I've been noticeably absent from the grappling scene. On the surface, I was simply under the mandated concussion protocols and couldn't work 'til the doctors said it was alright for me to return. Yet deep down...I wasn't sure if I even WANTED to come back, given how much turnover the Diamonds Division has been experiencing in recent months. Having to watch as Pandora Freeman become Diamonds Champion...well, it makes me blood boil even MORE than ever, knowing full well that the journey she took to get there involved CHEATING at the highest level...
...at my expense, that is.
The only problem is this...much like some of other Diamonds in the past, she sit there and channel her inner Norman Asner of that bollocks of a magazine, claiming to the entire masses that I wasn't "born" to be a Champion, that I was born...to be nothing more than a lovable loser who simply takes a grade in pay before jetting to London to work on a musical album that won't come to pass. Yet on this past programme, I made it a VERY big point to bring my mentor, Miss Kimble, out to the stage for one HUGE reason...
...'cos she's a fighter, never giving in even as a horrific disease has slowed her down considerably.
It bothers me though, to no end, that certain parties will often think that living life is all about THEM and nobody else, but here's the deal...it don't work that way. All of us, at some time in our lives, have someone who has helped us into being who we are as living, breathing souls. Without Miss Kimble in my life, I wouldn't have had the courage to do a lot of things, the most important of which...is to keep on fighting for EVERYTHING I firmly believe in, proving to the entire world that whilst I wasn't "born" to be a Champion...I'll keep on fighting 'til I can't fight no more.
'Cos I want to be Champion...VERY, VERY, VERY BADLY!!!! And along the way...I'm gonna do it right--without losing my smile. Without giving in to all the haters.
And that, as I find myself embroiled in a three-way match, is something that will NEVER leave my consciousness...
~~~~~
Act II - "In Which We Find That There's Conflict Within the Band that Runs Deep..."
~29 May 2017 + 1730 GMT, Day 6~
MILLENNIUM STUDIOS + LONDON'S WEST SIDE
The skies were gray, the streets of Western London were damp...
...but for Fiona McFly, perhaps this particular day would be the one her musical project finally got off the ground.
Manning the keyboard-synthesiser station, Fiona peered her hazel eyes upon the sheet of music that sat on a stand as the live recording room became as quiet as a tomb. Luke Kimble, on drums, twirled his sticks high in the air as the lead-and-rhythm guitarist brothers Donnie and Eddie Mercury chomped at the bit to finally get started on the "Overture" track--a stately, regal instrumental that was going to open up the album with a flourish, its message beckoning listeners to sit back and enjoy the sounds of a story coming to life.
At least...that *was* the idea.
But a few bars into the piece, Fiona found herself stopping upon noticing the twins trying to outplay each other.
FIONA MCFLY
Ugh...
She threw her hands up as the bearded drummer calmly shook his head. Nigel Richards, the album's producer, chimed in over a loudspeaker system.
NIGEL RICHARDS
I can tell you're flustered a bit. Six days in and can't get anything right...
FIONA
Flustered?! Those guys are starting to make me lose my patience. They think it's competition, they want to make MY album look like complete, utter shite!
Fiona gritted her teeth, watching as Eddie, the more cruder of the Mercury Brothers, chuckled out loud, prompting Donnie to smack him on the back of the head with his hand viciously. Nigel, always the wise, spoke to her in an effort to help her regain focus.
NIGEL
Always remember Fiona, it's not about the artist who performs the music...it's about the music itself--THAT tells the real story of what an album is truly all about.
Fiona bobbed her head before closing her eyes and taking a deep, deep breath.
NIGEL
A'right, obviously we won't print that. From the top...and this time, Donnie and Eddie, let's do it right!
Fiona looked at her music sheet again, anxious to get ready to play the first bar once more, and indeed, she did get the first bars down on the synth-keyboards, wrapping her fingers on the keys as the guitars and drums kicked into high gear. "At last," she thought to herself, "we can finally put something together" as the music swells to the middle crescendo...
...only for Fiona to hear Eddie's guitar sounding louder than his brother's, prompting her and Luke to stop playing as the tune came to a screeching halt. Fiona growled menacingly whilst watching the Mercurys, capable guitarists in their own right, argue with each other over direction in their distinctive Cockney accent.
EDDIE MERCURY
Nice goin', ya parasitic peabrain!
DONNIE MERCURY
'EY! I'm not the one playing like rubber dog shite outta Hong Kong!
EDDIE
Oh shut yer gob, ya santimonious man-shagger you! It's YOUR fault we haven't anything done in, what, five or six days!
DONNIE
And YOU'RE the one tryin' to outplay me, huh?! Sod off and just play the fucking guitar!
Luke, in a rare show of emotion, pointed his drumsticks angrily at the pair...
LUKE KIMBLE
Shut up, youse two and just play the damned song!
...prompting Donnie, the more sensible of the twins, to give a slight nod in agreement as Fiona looked on, confident that they can restart tune.
DONNIE
See? We're doin' this gig for Fiona, and Luke o'er there's tryin' his best to get with the programme!
EDDIE
Only 'cos 'is mum's not fuckable.
Fiona ducked down to the ground as Luke sent his drumsticks flying in anger before storming out, staring daggers at the twin brothers the whole time.
LUKE
Fuck off, the LOT of youse!
Fiona quickly stood up, gave Eddie a dirty, evil look before rushing out of the studio's door in search of her drummer, but as she exited out the complex's artists entrance and onto the wet streets, she would discover that Luke Kimble was long gone.
The whole incident left her raging in her heart.
~~~~~
Kate...
I want you to understand something.
I feel for you, I really do. You've had your moments in the sun, with the Shieldmaiden and all that jazz, yet you've consistently managed to throw it all away 'cos you simply couldn't stop DOUBTING yourself. That's my problem too...and for that, I believe the two of us have some form of common ground. Love for music aside, I can see it in your eyes...you really do love the craft, you really do have a living, breathing soul that cares about the people who made you into being the person you are today. Think about it...you've got TALENT, you've got CHARISMA...
...but there's just one problem.
You've got the wrong impression of me, and THAT's what bothers me about you to NO END. Here's the deal...deep in your heart, you despise the fact that I'm trying to branch out into a long-term career OUTSIDE the boundaries of wrestling. You hate the fact that, according to you and your mind, I'm allegedly stepping into your territory. In your collective soul (pun intended), you think that I'm only working on the Open Book album for my own sake, just 'cos I want to achieve some kind of personal glory when I can't do it in a ring...
...and that's not right.
Fact of the matter is Kate...I wasn't born to be a wrestling Champion, I wasn't born to be a successful musician...but I've watched -waaaaayyyyyy- too much MTV to help me realise that I can do ANYTHING my heart desired, that I'd have to fight for EVERYTHING I've set out to accomplish. And quite frankly...I WANT to be Champion someday. I WANT to be just as successful of a musician as, say, Adele or my rock 'n' roll idols Queen, and should you decide to stand in front of me and try to stop me, I'm not gonna make it easy for you to do so.
'Cos I WILL keep on fighting 'til I can't fight any longer!
Now, onto Maxine...
I wish I can say I respect you as a wrestler--'cos, if I'm not mistaken, you've beaten me the first time we've met. I mean...for God's sake, who would want to stand across the ring from such a giant woman like yourself? When you think about it...a sane person would turn the other way and just march on back home, quivering in fear that the next time they see you, you won't even GIVE them a chance to make the "right" decision. You'll just jump on them and savagely beat them 'til they're lying face-first on the path in a pool of their own blood, waiting for more victims to show up so that you can deal with then 'til you can officially call yourself "Queen of the Hill."
But from within...belies your problem.
See, you think I'm "too nice" to be cognizant of your fierce stature. You've got this perception that I'm "too plucky," that I would rather just talk my way out of a fight instead of actually engaging myself in combat. You hate me 'cos I'm quicker and faster out there in that ring than you. You want to torture me in front the fans in my mentor's birthplace--Manchester--just 'cos of the notion that I can't win the "big one," that I can rise above the rest of the Diamonds within the division!
I won't let that happen again.
Like I told Kate, I'll tell you the EXACT SAME THING...no, I wasn't created by God Himself to be in this gig. But I WILL NEVER, EVER stop doing what I love doing the most. 'Cos, much like every single man or woman who's passed through the Imperial doors, I WANT TO BE CHAMPION...'cos, as Miss Kimble would often say, I believe in myself, that I can accomplish ANYTHING in life! But I WILL do it the right way...without losing my focus on the mission at hand, without losing confidence in myself or my own abilities, without losing sight of the people that INSPIRED me to become the woman I am...
...without ever losing my smile.
Without quitting.
Cheerio!
~~~~~
Furious over Eddie Mercury's off-hand comment towards his bandmate, Fiona kicked a small recycling bin with her right foot before stomping around the soaked pavement upon realsing that, just six days in, her project might be in jeopardy of crumbling in front of her eyes. She started daggers at Nigel, who walked out onto the path before tersely speaking to him.
FIONA
Fuck sake Nigel, ya coulda WARNED me about those two!
NIGEL
I did...remember? I said the Mercurys were quite hyper-competitive.
Fiona stopped, watching as the vehicles rolled on by from right to left whilst trying to keep herself calm only to lose her mind, slipping into her fast-talking Northern Irish dialect.
FIONA
You're right...you did. Those guys...th-th-they're fucking cunts! They want to outplay each other, they want to take the piss and SNIPE at one another instead of simply focusing on the music, and now THIS shite?! Christ, I wish they'd just go wank in the back of a jimmy to Becky G. somewhere...'cos I don't got the fucking time or patience to deal with those gits. If they're NOT gonna work the right way, then what the bloody hell's the point of even MAKING this album, huh?!
Fiona scoffed as she stopped her mad pace dead in its tracks upon hearing a rumble of thunder.
FIONA
'Cos they don't know me or where I come from. They don't know I'm working this project for a very DEAR friend of mine who's dealing with terminal cancer, for all those who've inspired me into being the person I am and WANT to be. If they'd get their heads out their fat collective arses and actually LEARN how to work together, maybe they'd learn to appreciate the art instead of taking the piss on it.
Placing her hands behind her back, Fiona started pacing back and forth along the path like a caged animal, eyes wide as saucers as she shook her head violently.
FIONA
What I'd REALLY like to do is...KICK THEIR FUCKING TEETH IN!!!!
Nigel, hearing Fiona's seething voice, bravely walked up to her and placed a gentle hand firmly on her shoulder. This seemed to do the trick, as Fiona would eventually calm down.
NIGEL
That's not the right way though...violence won't solve anything, ya know? It'll only make things worse.
FIONA
I just...shite, I dunno no more. I...I-I-I just dunno.
The longtime producer and former musician peered into Fiona's eyes, which were bloodshot and rife with tears.
NIGEL
I can see it in your eyes, dear...you want the people around you to be the best they can be. You want them to be a family, to help you succeed in making this wonderful piece of art come to life.
Fiona nodded slightly as intermittent spritzes of light rain began to fall.
FIONA
You understand where I'm coming from? You were a frontman, right?
NIGEL
I was also lead guitar too...and yes, I appreciate what you're trying to say. I've been a producer in the music field thirty years, and if there's one thing I learned from it...you've got to have a spine and and thick skin 'cos other producers will shag you up the arse for pounds AND talent in a snap. Honestly...I dunno how I'm gonna deal with those blokes.
FIONA
I'm from Belfast...o'er there, youse got to have lots of spine and even thicker skin to survive, even as armoured police cruisers try to help keep the peace. Otherwise...you're as good as fucked arse over tit.
Nigel mustered a slight grin whilst Fiona shut her eyes, thinking of what she could do to help the "Open Book" project move along more smoothly and, thus, helping her and the band to maintain focus on the songs that lied ahead.
She turned to the black-suited gentleman, giving off a determined aura around her.
FIONA
If you want to prove yourself as a producer after all these years and finally become successful...then go back into that recording studio and *teach* Donnie and Eddie the right way to play. You keep being hard on them but there's no...substance to it. It's just words, no action, and they won't listen 'cos of it. Show them how to have fun whilst being focused on the work, show them what you learned from your career. Teach them to TRULY rock 'n' roll!! They'll remember that one day after they've gone on to become performers themselves.
Fiona sighed, returning to her normal accent yet with the full understanding that the task she was about to give herself would be one of the most challenging tasks to date.
FIONA
Meanwhile...I'll try and talk to Luke, get to know him better as a person and convince him to stick with the project. I dunno if that'll do me any good either, I'm afraid he won't talk to me...
Nigel slowly walked up, standing next to Fiona as the light rain stopped.
NIGEL
A wise old cratchet once said..."try not. Do, or do not...there is no try."
Fiona laughed, getting the reference to Yoda from The Empire Strikes Back, yet resigned to the fact that she HAD to find someway to convince Luke Kimble to return to the band with her.
FIONA
A'right...I'll go and talk to him.
Nigel clapped his hands before pulling out his iPhone, checking the time.
NIGEL
Splendid! We'll take a fortnight to relax and unwind...and when we come back, you'll be focused and ready to work. So will the band.
Fiona smiled before taking a stroll down the path towards a nearby Starbucks, but not before turning around, realising she didn't know where her drummer resided at.
FIONA
Where does Luke live?
Nigel looked up from his phone and solemnly shook his head, speaking as if he were at a funeral.
NIGEL
I'll show you where he lives...but I caution you, it's not gonna be a pleasing sight.
Fiona perked up her right brow as Nigel led her towards his red-and-white striped Mini Cooper hardtop, knowing full well that what she was about to experience wasn't going to be joyful at all.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
16 June 2017
Dear ladies...
For the last few weeks, I've been noticeably absent from the grappling scene. On the surface, I was simply under the mandated concussion protocols and couldn't work 'til the doctors said it was alright for me to return. Yet deep down...I wasn't sure if I even WANTED to come back, given how much turnover the Diamonds Division has been experiencing in recent months. Having to watch as Pandora Freeman become Diamonds Champion...well, it makes me blood boil even MORE than ever, knowing full well that the journey she took to get there involved CHEATING at the highest level...
...at my expense, that is.
The only problem is this...much like some of other Diamonds in the past, she sit there and channel her inner Norman Asner of that bollocks of a magazine, claiming to the entire masses that I wasn't "born" to be a Champion, that I was born...to be nothing more than a lovable loser who simply takes a grade in pay before jetting to London to work on a musical album that won't come to pass. Yet on this past programme, I made it a VERY big point to bring my mentor, Miss Kimble, out to the stage for one HUGE reason...
...'cos she's a fighter, never giving in even as a horrific disease has slowed her down considerably.
It bothers me though, to no end, that certain parties will often think that living life is all about THEM and nobody else, but here's the deal...it don't work that way. All of us, at some time in our lives, have someone who has helped us into being who we are as living, breathing souls. Without Miss Kimble in my life, I wouldn't have had the courage to do a lot of things, the most important of which...is to keep on fighting for EVERYTHING I firmly believe in, proving to the entire world that whilst I wasn't "born" to be a Champion...I'll keep on fighting 'til I can't fight no more.
'Cos I want to be Champion...VERY, VERY, VERY BADLY!!!! And along the way...I'm gonna do it right--without losing my smile. Without giving in to all the haters.
And that, as I find myself embroiled in a three-way match, is something that will NEVER leave my consciousness...
~~~~~
Act II - "In Which We Find That There's Conflict Within the Band that Runs Deep..."
~29 May 2017 + 1730 GMT, Day 6~
MILLENNIUM STUDIOS + LONDON'S WEST SIDE
The skies were gray, the streets of Western London were damp...
...but for Fiona McFly, perhaps this particular day would be the one her musical project finally got off the ground.
Manning the keyboard-synthesiser station, Fiona peered her hazel eyes upon the sheet of music that sat on a stand as the live recording room became as quiet as a tomb. Luke Kimble, on drums, twirled his sticks high in the air as the lead-and-rhythm guitarist brothers Donnie and Eddie Mercury chomped at the bit to finally get started on the "Overture" track--a stately, regal instrumental that was going to open up the album with a flourish, its message beckoning listeners to sit back and enjoy the sounds of a story coming to life.
At least...that *was* the idea.
But a few bars into the piece, Fiona found herself stopping upon noticing the twins trying to outplay each other.
FIONA MCFLY
Ugh...
She threw her hands up as the bearded drummer calmly shook his head. Nigel Richards, the album's producer, chimed in over a loudspeaker system.
NIGEL RICHARDS
I can tell you're flustered a bit. Six days in and can't get anything right...
FIONA
Flustered?! Those guys are starting to make me lose my patience. They think it's competition, they want to make MY album look like complete, utter shite!
Fiona gritted her teeth, watching as Eddie, the more cruder of the Mercury Brothers, chuckled out loud, prompting Donnie to smack him on the back of the head with his hand viciously. Nigel, always the wise, spoke to her in an effort to help her regain focus.
NIGEL
Always remember Fiona, it's not about the artist who performs the music...it's about the music itself--THAT tells the real story of what an album is truly all about.
Fiona bobbed her head before closing her eyes and taking a deep, deep breath.
NIGEL
A'right, obviously we won't print that. From the top...and this time, Donnie and Eddie, let's do it right!
Fiona looked at her music sheet again, anxious to get ready to play the first bar once more, and indeed, she did get the first bars down on the synth-keyboards, wrapping her fingers on the keys as the guitars and drums kicked into high gear. "At last," she thought to herself, "we can finally put something together" as the music swells to the middle crescendo...
...only for Fiona to hear Eddie's guitar sounding louder than his brother's, prompting her and Luke to stop playing as the tune came to a screeching halt. Fiona growled menacingly whilst watching the Mercurys, capable guitarists in their own right, argue with each other over direction in their distinctive Cockney accent.
EDDIE MERCURY
Nice goin', ya parasitic peabrain!
DONNIE MERCURY
'EY! I'm not the one playing like rubber dog shite outta Hong Kong!
EDDIE
Oh shut yer gob, ya santimonious man-shagger you! It's YOUR fault we haven't anything done in, what, five or six days!
DONNIE
And YOU'RE the one tryin' to outplay me, huh?! Sod off and just play the fucking guitar!
Luke, in a rare show of emotion, pointed his drumsticks angrily at the pair...
LUKE KIMBLE
Shut up, youse two and just play the damned song!
...prompting Donnie, the more sensible of the twins, to give a slight nod in agreement as Fiona looked on, confident that they can restart tune.
DONNIE
See? We're doin' this gig for Fiona, and Luke o'er there's tryin' his best to get with the programme!
EDDIE
Only 'cos 'is mum's not fuckable.
Fiona ducked down to the ground as Luke sent his drumsticks flying in anger before storming out, staring daggers at the twin brothers the whole time.
LUKE
Fuck off, the LOT of youse!
Fiona quickly stood up, gave Eddie a dirty, evil look before rushing out of the studio's door in search of her drummer, but as she exited out the complex's artists entrance and onto the wet streets, she would discover that Luke Kimble was long gone.
The whole incident left her raging in her heart.
~~~~~
Kate...
I want you to understand something.
I feel for you, I really do. You've had your moments in the sun, with the Shieldmaiden and all that jazz, yet you've consistently managed to throw it all away 'cos you simply couldn't stop DOUBTING yourself. That's my problem too...and for that, I believe the two of us have some form of common ground. Love for music aside, I can see it in your eyes...you really do love the craft, you really do have a living, breathing soul that cares about the people who made you into being the person you are today. Think about it...you've got TALENT, you've got CHARISMA...
...but there's just one problem.
You've got the wrong impression of me, and THAT's what bothers me about you to NO END. Here's the deal...deep in your heart, you despise the fact that I'm trying to branch out into a long-term career OUTSIDE the boundaries of wrestling. You hate the fact that, according to you and your mind, I'm allegedly stepping into your territory. In your collective soul (pun intended), you think that I'm only working on the Open Book album for my own sake, just 'cos I want to achieve some kind of personal glory when I can't do it in a ring...
...and that's not right.
Fact of the matter is Kate...I wasn't born to be a wrestling Champion, I wasn't born to be a successful musician...but I've watched -waaaaayyyyyy- too much MTV to help me realise that I can do ANYTHING my heart desired, that I'd have to fight for EVERYTHING I've set out to accomplish. And quite frankly...I WANT to be Champion someday. I WANT to be just as successful of a musician as, say, Adele or my rock 'n' roll idols Queen, and should you decide to stand in front of me and try to stop me, I'm not gonna make it easy for you to do so.
'Cos I WILL keep on fighting 'til I can't fight any longer!
Now, onto Maxine...
I wish I can say I respect you as a wrestler--'cos, if I'm not mistaken, you've beaten me the first time we've met. I mean...for God's sake, who would want to stand across the ring from such a giant woman like yourself? When you think about it...a sane person would turn the other way and just march on back home, quivering in fear that the next time they see you, you won't even GIVE them a chance to make the "right" decision. You'll just jump on them and savagely beat them 'til they're lying face-first on the path in a pool of their own blood, waiting for more victims to show up so that you can deal with then 'til you can officially call yourself "Queen of the Hill."
But from within...belies your problem.
See, you think I'm "too nice" to be cognizant of your fierce stature. You've got this perception that I'm "too plucky," that I would rather just talk my way out of a fight instead of actually engaging myself in combat. You hate me 'cos I'm quicker and faster out there in that ring than you. You want to torture me in front the fans in my mentor's birthplace--Manchester--just 'cos of the notion that I can't win the "big one," that I can rise above the rest of the Diamonds within the division!
I won't let that happen again.
Like I told Kate, I'll tell you the EXACT SAME THING...no, I wasn't created by God Himself to be in this gig. But I WILL NEVER, EVER stop doing what I love doing the most. 'Cos, much like every single man or woman who's passed through the Imperial doors, I WANT TO BE CHAMPION...'cos, as Miss Kimble would often say, I believe in myself, that I can accomplish ANYTHING in life! But I WILL do it the right way...without losing my focus on the mission at hand, without losing confidence in myself or my own abilities, without losing sight of the people that INSPIRED me to become the woman I am...
...without ever losing my smile.
Without quitting.
Cheerio!
~~~~~
Furious over Eddie Mercury's off-hand comment towards his bandmate, Fiona kicked a small recycling bin with her right foot before stomping around the soaked pavement upon realsing that, just six days in, her project might be in jeopardy of crumbling in front of her eyes. She started daggers at Nigel, who walked out onto the path before tersely speaking to him.
FIONA
Fuck sake Nigel, ya coulda WARNED me about those two!
NIGEL
I did...remember? I said the Mercurys were quite hyper-competitive.
Fiona stopped, watching as the vehicles rolled on by from right to left whilst trying to keep herself calm only to lose her mind, slipping into her fast-talking Northern Irish dialect.
FIONA
You're right...you did. Those guys...th-th-they're fucking cunts! They want to outplay each other, they want to take the piss and SNIPE at one another instead of simply focusing on the music, and now THIS shite?! Christ, I wish they'd just go wank in the back of a jimmy to Becky G. somewhere...'cos I don't got the fucking time or patience to deal with those gits. If they're NOT gonna work the right way, then what the bloody hell's the point of even MAKING this album, huh?!
Fiona scoffed as she stopped her mad pace dead in its tracks upon hearing a rumble of thunder.
FIONA
'Cos they don't know me or where I come from. They don't know I'm working this project for a very DEAR friend of mine who's dealing with terminal cancer, for all those who've inspired me into being the person I am and WANT to be. If they'd get their heads out their fat collective arses and actually LEARN how to work together, maybe they'd learn to appreciate the art instead of taking the piss on it.
Placing her hands behind her back, Fiona started pacing back and forth along the path like a caged animal, eyes wide as saucers as she shook her head violently.
FIONA
What I'd REALLY like to do is...KICK THEIR FUCKING TEETH IN!!!!
Nigel, hearing Fiona's seething voice, bravely walked up to her and placed a gentle hand firmly on her shoulder. This seemed to do the trick, as Fiona would eventually calm down.
NIGEL
That's not the right way though...violence won't solve anything, ya know? It'll only make things worse.
FIONA
I just...shite, I dunno no more. I...I-I-I just dunno.
The longtime producer and former musician peered into Fiona's eyes, which were bloodshot and rife with tears.
NIGEL
I can see it in your eyes, dear...you want the people around you to be the best they can be. You want them to be a family, to help you succeed in making this wonderful piece of art come to life.
Fiona nodded slightly as intermittent spritzes of light rain began to fall.
FIONA
You understand where I'm coming from? You were a frontman, right?
NIGEL
I was also lead guitar too...and yes, I appreciate what you're trying to say. I've been a producer in the music field thirty years, and if there's one thing I learned from it...you've got to have a spine and and thick skin 'cos other producers will shag you up the arse for pounds AND talent in a snap. Honestly...I dunno how I'm gonna deal with those blokes.
FIONA
I'm from Belfast...o'er there, youse got to have lots of spine and even thicker skin to survive, even as armoured police cruisers try to help keep the peace. Otherwise...you're as good as fucked arse over tit.
Nigel mustered a slight grin whilst Fiona shut her eyes, thinking of what she could do to help the "Open Book" project move along more smoothly and, thus, helping her and the band to maintain focus on the songs that lied ahead.
She turned to the black-suited gentleman, giving off a determined aura around her.
FIONA
If you want to prove yourself as a producer after all these years and finally become successful...then go back into that recording studio and *teach* Donnie and Eddie the right way to play. You keep being hard on them but there's no...substance to it. It's just words, no action, and they won't listen 'cos of it. Show them how to have fun whilst being focused on the work, show them what you learned from your career. Teach them to TRULY rock 'n' roll!! They'll remember that one day after they've gone on to become performers themselves.
Fiona sighed, returning to her normal accent yet with the full understanding that the task she was about to give herself would be one of the most challenging tasks to date.
FIONA
Meanwhile...I'll try and talk to Luke, get to know him better as a person and convince him to stick with the project. I dunno if that'll do me any good either, I'm afraid he won't talk to me...
Nigel slowly walked up, standing next to Fiona as the light rain stopped.
NIGEL
A wise old cratchet once said..."try not. Do, or do not...there is no try."
Fiona laughed, getting the reference to Yoda from The Empire Strikes Back, yet resigned to the fact that she HAD to find someway to convince Luke Kimble to return to the band with her.
FIONA
A'right...I'll go and talk to him.
Nigel clapped his hands before pulling out his iPhone, checking the time.
NIGEL
Splendid! We'll take a fortnight to relax and unwind...and when we come back, you'll be focused and ready to work. So will the band.
Fiona smiled before taking a stroll down the path towards a nearby Starbucks, but not before turning around, realising she didn't know where her drummer resided at.
FIONA
Where does Luke live?
Nigel looked up from his phone and solemnly shook his head, speaking as if he were at a funeral.
NIGEL
I'll show you where he lives...but I caution you, it's not gonna be a pleasing sight.
Fiona perked up her right brow as Nigel led her towards his red-and-white striped Mini Cooper hardtop, knowing full well that what she was about to experience wasn't going to be joyful at all.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.