Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-5583506-20160329214937

"Kyrie, don't chew on the spoon, sweetie", said Valkyrie and held her daughter's hand down.

"I don't want cereals!" said the girl in objection.

Valkyrie groaned. "Look, your brother doesn't complain."

"But he is eating porridge. And besides, he can't talk."

And you talk too much...

"Sweetie, please. Just finish your breakfast, would you? Mommy is already running late for work."

Becoming the mother of two was probably the worst decision she had made so far. Though she loved her children to death, one was quite enough. Kyrie was 6 years old and was already defying her parents wishes. Meanwhile little Varg was merely a few months old. She had no problem handling him. He ate, burped and slept, just like a child of wonder. And he was quiet, never made a sound unless she tried to make him laugh.

Kyrie crossed her arms in defiance at the request. "But I don't want cereals", she murmured surly.

Valkyrie just shot her daughter a harsh stare. "Do you want to argue about this with dad instead?"



Myling's fingers trembled as they swept over the piano keys. She was crying internally and tears slowly trickled down over her cheeks, leaving long black lines of mascara on her face.

"It's so beautiful", she sniffed and grabbed a nearby napkin to wipe the tears away, making an effort not to smudge the mascara all over her face.

"Are you crying, Myling?" asked Shakti from the bar counter and poured herself a drink.

"Y-yes", she replied. "Sorry. I just... heard these tunes in my head last night. In a dream I think. I just got to put them down into notes and lyrics. And it's perfect. A perfect introduction song for our next album."

Shakti smiled and joined her next to the piano. "You've got skills, girl. Hell, if it hadn't been for that amazing little brain of yours, I doubt we would have gotten this far. I mean, the critics friggin' loved our latest release."

"They did?" Myling seemed surprised.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shakti made a grimace and smiled. "Well, duh? Do you even read the newspapers? You have any idea how big we are? How big you are? The Black Horse Courier called Undead Scandinavians 'the gateway band to goth metal, accessible to everyone with an ear and taste for good music'."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I didn't know that we were that well-respected", said Myling and blushed. "You know me, I am not... comfortable around the media."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shakti wrapped a comforting arm around her. "I know, girl. I know. But you better get used to it. Once our tour here in this city is over, we will fucking blow the critics away with these new songs. Everyone is going to want an interview. And I do mean everyone."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Myling still had a hard time trying to understand just how and when she and her fellow band members became famous. Ever since... that fateful event and everything that transpired after, it felt as if she was destined to become a character of everyone's attention. And she couldn't tell whether or not that was a good thing. True that her fans loved her, and she loved them back for doing so, but she was really uncomfortable with people getting too close to her. The only people she relied on were her fellow band members and Torsdolk, her bodyguard.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shakti and her sisters had started out small as a local indie band named The Gutter Cats. Shakti played the electric guitar and provided vocals, Suri played the drums, Sari played the bass and Siri played the synth. Though their music was good and popular they had never managed to crawl out from the indie stage. That was until Myling, after a couple of one-hit wonders, sought crew members to form a band. Having heard of the young girl's rising fame and after listening in to a couple of her songs, Shakti and her sisters decided to apply for Myling's request. They got to know each other well early in the start. Shakti was social and took much responsibility, Suri was bitter and sour but turned out to be a real sweetheart once one got to know her better, Sari was... She was difficult to describe. Sari had probably had more bedmates than she had money to spend, and she always had a lot of money to spend. Myling liked Siri the best however. Siri was just like her: anxious, shy and nervous; and they both shared a lot of interests. She lovingly called her "my sister from another family".

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Myling could play both the electric guitar and the synth, but instead provided the vocals for the band, only playing when there was more instruments required than regular. Most of her songs were all inspired with the experiences that had led her to this particular moment. Coping with the loss of loved ones, dealing with depression, getting a hold of one's self, and struggling to become something more than just a hollow shell. For her inspirational lyrics she had received praise from some of the most well-established musicians and critics of her time. Fans had even stated that her songs had literally saved their lives when they had been down on their luck. Hearing their stories in turn, helped strengthen her self-esteem and further inspired her to continue to write songs.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shakti stretched and stared out of the windows in the penthouse they were staying in. "Wanna head to the studio and rehearse this song?" she asked with a smile.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"How could I say no to that?"

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