(As Lily Valse and Mia Akabane were working on their album "12 songs and a Tale", their manager, Violette Robert decided to record the writing, composing, and producing process
Today, we present to you the result)
October 10
Black.
Indistinguishable sounds.
MIA: (indistinguishable)… is pretty, isn't it?
LILY: It is.
Both girls laugh.
MIA: And we listened to the birds.
LILY: Their song was lovely.
Steps can be heard.
LILY: (indistinguishable)… Turn it on.
MIA: One, two, three…
A door opens.
VIOLETTE: Keep working, ladies. Don't mind me.
Music stops.
The camera focuses on two girls in an improvised recording studio.
One of them, at the right, has black hair and is standing in front of a microphone, pushing her headphones against her ears. The other girl, white-haired, is sitting in front of an electric keyboard, with her fingers dancing on the whites.
LILY: (the black-haired one) Hello, Violette. We made coffee, so drink a cup if you please. We were just warming up now.
MIA: (the white-haired one) Good afternoon, miss Robert. You look lovely today.
VIOLETTE: Kind as usual, Mia. As—
LILY: Wait. What's the camera for? Are you making a video?
VIOLETTE: Yes! And —
LILY: Why? Turn it off.
VIOLETTE: Hell no, I won't. Listen—
LILY: Just turn it off. Mia and I have lots of things to do today….
VIOLETTE: (interrupting) Great! What kind of things?
LILY: … and I don't want you to take videos of us like a stalker while we're working.
VIOLETTE: Who are you calling a 'stalker', girl? I'm a manager, and a very good one…
LILY: (crossing her arms) Are you going to sell this on the internet?
VIOLETTE: (the camera shakes) Of course not! It would be like throwing diamonds down the drain. When you become a global sensation, and we're successful, I'll sell this and…
(Excitement sounds).
MIA: (slightly tilting her head to the right) Actually, miss Robert, I'd also prefer not to be recorded. I'm not good with cameras.
LILY: (smiling) See? Mia doesn't like it either, so turn that thing off.
VIOLETTE: Nope. And don't start whining. Your contract authorizes me this.
LILY: No, it doesn't.
VIOLETTE: It does.
LILY: (looking away) Shit.
VIOLETTE: Do you trust me? Please. I won't bother you much. I borrowed this camera, you see. It's perfect to leave it in a corner, and just let it there the whole day. I am only asking for your trust, both as a manager and as your friend. And I say the same thing to you. Mia.
The black-haired girl snorts and walks to sit on a folding chair.
LILY: What do you say, Mia?
Mia smiles back.
MIA: Well, if you must do it, I'll get through it with you.
LILY: (growling) Alright, Violette. But I don't want any interruptions.
VIOLETTE: Alright, alright.
LILY: Well, okay… (she scratches her cheek) Oh, right. Mia, I got an idea on how to fix the first verse.
The white-haired girl smiles and stretches her fancy fingers on the keys.
MIA: I am ready.
October 10.
Now the two girls are sitting one next to the other, with the gray wall just at their backs.
LILY: … and for sure you know I can't say no if you offer Mia Japanese food. It's not a bribe I can deny.
MIA: (shy) You didn't have to accept because of me.
LILY: (shrugging) I was planning on taking you out for dinner or lunch anyways. You've been working really hard.
MIA: You were going to ask me out?
LILY: (nervous and blushing) What? Oh… I… I mean… Well, yes…
VIOLETTE: (clearing her throat) So, since we don't' have someone else to ask these questions, I'll have to do it myself. Are you ready?
LILY: Hit me.
VIOLETTE: (taking a deep breath) Can you introduce yourselves?
Silence.
LILY: I guess… Ugh… Three, two… Hello, I am Lily Valse…
MIA: Eh? Oh, yes. And I am Mia Akabane.
LILY: And we're working on a music album that shall come out soon. Mia is our pianist and music composer.
MIA: Lily is the lyricist and the whole architect of the project.
LILY: Yes. Our agent got the idea of recording our sessions to… I don't know. And here we are. Anything else?
Silence.
LILY: Um... Violette?
VIOLETTE: Oh, shoot. (clearing her throat again) How did you meet?
LILY: Let me think…
MIA: Oh! I do remember that day. It was a Saturday… No, wait… Oh, it was. And I remember I….