Day Eleven

I really am quite helpless in the face of this picture. He looks like he's sitting in front of his laptop, doing business stuff, yet the clothing screams Popstar is my real dayjob! and his expression is pure false innocence. Like he's hacking the Official Site or something. *g* I love that he's got this whole other, business side to him, that he's ventured out into management and production and has aspirations to be involved on all ends (heh) of the industry, even if it means little to no limelight.

Another point - I'm not saying the guys don't support each other, because absolutely they do, but it just feels like the things Lance and JC do get the most eye-rolling - even though, fanonically at least, they're usually the ones to notice things. They somehow seems to get flack for taking their respective (business and songwriting) so seriously, and yeah they've learned to let it roll off their backs and know who matters at the end of the day, but I just don't see there being anything wrong with wanting your work to be legitimately recognized, which, to me at least, seems to happen least often to those two.

Dancing Days by Lise

The dancing the next night is tight, in rhythm; their limbs flail and sway and whip and crack and snap in the right ways. Their bodies fucking hum. They're supposed to throw everything into making sure that step is perfect. Fluid. Graceful. Felt.

Lance feels himself shrugging in the middle of 'it makes me ill'.

There's really no summing up this story, other than the idle cliche about the little things being what kill you. Lise's style is sparse, all show no tell, and beautifully poignant. There are so many scenes in this fic that have stuck with me, haunting a little, even. In my heart of hearts, I'd probably have to say that I believe her Lance, the way he was never meant for this business of popstardom and the rest of them are just on a pitstop to whatever they truly want. And hell, in my head, it's JC who harbors bitterness on the issue, so I'm done talking and you should go read.

[Ed. Note - It's on the record that It Makes Me Ill is Lance's favorite of their songs.]

My turn now.

I never really fall out of love with Sailor Moon, just go through phases where I'm more or less entranced by it. I love the story (frustrating as some of its aspects can be); I adore the ensemble of characters, that they're girls and saving the world on a pretty daily basis. The music for the series is gorgeous, too - there's a part in this song, from about the 1:00 to 1:06 minute mark that absolutely made my spine tingle. The melody from Serena's locket is still one of the most achingly beautiful pieces of music I've ever heard.

I have most of the series on cassette - anyone know where I can spring for what's missing in my collection either on VHS though preferably on DVD that won't cost me any vital organs?

One time for learning new things, even on summer break. Got me an education on what I adorably assumed was just an errant bit of fashion, nothing to really think even twice about when you consider all the other things the boys've worn over the years. Heh. How little I know.

Cleaning out the hard drive, part two - tonight, Smallville music videos. Dude, found one to a song called I Can Change - it's like a snarky version of Bittersweet Symphony and so funny I almost fell out of my chair.

The masochist within loves the phrase 'You're asking me to bleed' - it's such a visceral image, the emotions involved from both sides a certain kind of singular intensity that merits such a sacrifice.

Notes to people I'm too wiped to make through personal e-mail tonight:

xalxuffasch - Happiest of birthdays, darling. I hope eighteen does equally right by you.

slimslash - Got your e-mail, will reply as soon as I can form a constructive thought. *g*

giddyupnow - I felt it bore repeating that We've Got Challenge Tickets! I don't think I can further express my gratitude for the mind-meltingly pretty headshot, eee! The sum of yesterday has regressed me right back to the wee girl alive and well within.

walkingshadow - That old feeling is creeping in again. And I've got Telemundo and Interview just waiting for us to have a few hours free. Or you know, lunch would be swell. :)

I should go shopping for clothes at some point. South Florida's good for that at least.