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After nearly 3 weeks from coming into this world, Seamus was in his living room still reading through the music books he had taken out from the library.
He had found out by accident when he used the knowledge from the books on recreating the music from his old world, his ability to remember and reconstruct the desired song, felt easier but some parts of the songs still felt like they escaped him.
'I could probably bring my old amazon library playlist within a couple of years' tapping away with his pen, Seamus was lost in his thoughts, as he walked around the middle of his living room. His paper wall had grown in size with the new discoveries.
Putting away his thoughts, he opened his fridge to be greeted by rows of Tupperware. "Stacked to the nines.... what to eat today, what to eat ". Taking out a box labelled 'sweet potato etc ', he walked to his desk that was now a permanent fixture of his living room.
Jumping into his chair and turning on his computer, he opened his Youtube account "Sweet christ, 6! 6 views, it's harlem shake!" A frown appeared on his face as he looked through the video data.
" Early days, Seamus, early days " Recomposing himself, he visited his newly created website for hosting the 'borrowed' instrumentals; meonchmusic.
"Now that's what I'm talking woop!" He leapt out of the chair in excitement, the site had sold 4 loops and one full instrumental outright. He had created the site to allow people to buy either 30sec,60sec,90sec Loops for £50 or the full song for £200. They also could contact him directly via email for a custom score. "£400 down! I deserve a pat on the back" He tapped his back with a smug smile.
Littered across his desk were more than a dozen scrunched up music sheets, his computer suffered the same fate by being bombarded with such files named: 'final-final' 'Queen- Final-v19' 'Gorillaz-F5' ' Savall- Test-Test' 'F-F-Daft-29' ' 'Test-Test-Test-Test' and more.
On his site, a potential customer could find three genres for purchasing, Piano/Solo Instruments, Cla.s.sical and Dance, each with 6 songs each. The score Pa.s.sacaglia by Andrea Falconiero had been the one to sell outright for commercial usage. Half the litter b.a.l.l.s of papers on the floor/desk, were due to this score, he kept on failing to capture the cherry tones of the score, especially how they flowed throughout the entire score. He had come to hate a song, he once used to enjoy playing.
With the other instrumentals on the site, he knew the original artist's would be rolling in their graves at the butchering of their work, especially daftpunk. With every draft of instrumental as he couldn't remember the whole composition, he had to make minor tweaks. His paper wall had gained a new note due to this ' content remembering + blocking = system = kill system creator! ' in all caps.
He had half remade some Queen and Gorillaz songs but kept them back for a later date on his newly acquired laptop. As he only had his laptop, he felt only by using a band could he bring the songs to their full audio potential. 'Should I re-make 'I'm blue' He quickly shook the idea out of his head.
' I should have plenty enough songs for a while…. Ahhh! f.u.c.k what about DJHero stuff, that would make my life easier .. damm! I used to love that game ....fuccccckk! Will i need to remake everything I used to love ' His thoughts started turning dark thinking about the amount of work he would need to do to achieve such a goal, and the little help he was receiving from his so-called system. 'Status'
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Casting away a potential third crying session due to information in front of him, Seamus cleaned up the room and changed into running gear. His town Phauder, was a haven for farmers. The town was surrounded by hills and greenery for nearly 7 miles, with only one bus coming into the town every hour.
Seamus felt strange walking in the town, he had effectively left when he was younger. It still had a small population of around 500 people with the only source of commerce being a shopping lane that ran in a straight line until it reached country roads. Seamus had been going running past the straight lane into the forest's around the farm fields.
Over the past 3 weeks, he had integrated a swimmer/lifeguard workout routine into his lifestyle, waking up at 6am to do squats, high-knees, push-ups, lunges, sit-ups, russian twists, horse stances and yoga. Thanks to young Seamus dancing history, he had found yoga positions and techniques in his combined memories.
Running through a lush thick forest, jumping over small tree logs, he felt like he was reliving a part of his childhood. As he kept running, he heard the sound of a stream and ran towards it, slowly and slowly the forest got less dense. Upon entering a clearing, what greeted him was a foggy scene of thin trees escaping to the skys and a small waterfall surrounding by flowers.
' Now this is the life '
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Wednesday - London - NBC -
The doored opened in a office, revealing a man with ginger hair and freckles, dressed in a light blue s.h.i.+rt with suspenders and beige khakis. "Yo, Taylor, I found the perfect score for Episode 8, come see"
"Jack, it's called knocking! try it!" Taylor slammed his newspaper onto a table, he stood up grabbing his coffee with his stubby fingers. " Ya betta not be bringing me another, pie of s.h.i.+te... you're driving me nuts! Just pick a song already" He wobbled behind Jack, as they walked into a new room.
"I know, I know, but trust me this is the one! The f.u.c.king cream de la creme… just one sec, take a seat…. You really need to take care of yourself" Jack had seen how Taylor was struggling to move with his weight and the sweat forming on his forehead.
"f.u.c.k off with your s.h.i.+te … " Chuckled Taylor as he slumped into a black leather sofa, that was in front a 50 inch screen, that showed a woman dressed in a navy and white detailed gown, standing in front of tall golden doors. Either side of the doors had two matching victorian dressed looking men, wearing white wigs.
"You're gonna love this" Jack opened a audio tracked labelled ' Pa.s.sacalla edit' and attached it to the video footage via the computer software. His audio looked more chopped and split in contrast with the footage. "3..2..1,go" Jack said with great excitement as he started the video.
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Taylor was silent, looking dumbfounded by what he had seen, after a moment his lips moved with a slight tremble " It's not half bad, It hits better than the last s.h.i.+te, we may get a SFX award for that shot "
" Its not half bad! did you clean your ears this morning ... that score was made for that scene man! .... I got the track for a steal as well..."
"Where did you get the 'almighty' score from?"
" meonchmusic, it's a new online production company, it's not bad .... they've got another track that will kill in ep9 .. .I felt bad for robbing em, so I sent one their tracks to to Nick for an airplay"
Taylor staggered up, giving the sitting Jack, a pat on the shoulder as he proceeded to walk out the room, " I've got Brenda breathing down my neck for this, just get the s.h.i.+te done u0026 ready for award season "