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Daisuke was up early, before his alarm had even gone off. He supposed that was a good thing as he'd had plenty of time to get ready and had even had the chance to talk to Akira over the phone before he'd had to leave. They'd talked for quite some time while he had some coffee and she finished up a piece she had to have done tomorrow. He had the feeling she was equally as excited, if not perhaps more excited than he was that he was going to be entering the studio today. He'd answered all her questions about it with a slight smile. She was eager to see how things were going to go and how the album was going to turn out. He for one didn't completely know what to expect in the studio - he felt like he had a fairly good idea of what the band was like, save for the bassist who was going to be coming in to play for them but he had never recorded with the band before, only ever played gigs.

Eventually he had headed out to the car, still talking with his sister as she griped about almost getting paint on her floors. He headed out to the studio, grateful it was somewhat out of the way so they wouldn't have quite so many people lurking about. He still found it immensely odd to think they had fans who would wait around for them like that and wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it.

He'd luckily still managed to make it to the studio early, even though he'd hit some traffic as was inevitable in Los Angeles. He was relieved to see the unpaved road and find the quiet little section in which they'd be recording. It didn't scream studio and he thought that was a good thing. As he pulled up, he saw Oliver had still gotten there before him, which didn't surprise him too much. "Alright, I have to go since I just got here." He told Akira as he shut off the engine.

"Alright, good luck! And do me a favor and tell Oliver I said hi?" Came her cheerful reply before they said their farewells and he slipped his phone back in his pocket and shut the door to the old, red BMW and headed over toward Oliver. Akira was really quite fond of the band, which he guessed wasn't too surprising as it had been his sister who had introduced him to Oliver in the first place and gotten him the chance to audition after doing some album artwork and photography for them. "Morning." He said, nodding as he reached the hulking form of the guitarist who looked to be having a cigarette before entering the studio. Dai himself didn't stop to have one though, having quit a few years ago. "Kira said to tell you hi earlier." He told him, quietly. Oliver looked to be enjoying having his quiet smoke and he wasn't going to bother him any more than necessary, knowing better than anyone that sometimes one just needed time to themselves and took to leaning against his own car and sipping his coffee as he awaited the rest of the band to join them.






Gavriel groaned and rolled over to hit the alarm on his phone which rested on his nightstand, missing in his first attempt and instead almost knocking over his lamp before his hand finally found it's purchase and hit the snooze button. Five more minutes. He thought, the ancient proverb of exhausted college students worldwide. However, homework wasn't the reason he was tired - although a desk might have been involved at some point in the night. He rolled back over to see the redhead lying on the opposite side of the bed, mumbling bitterly about alarms and curling back up against him.

In truth, five minutes came much too soon for him and he then found himself in a rush to get dressed, pulling on a black t-shirt and jeans hastily. The redhead left when the second alarm went off and he flipped on the lights and began rifling through his closet and finger combing his tousled hair. He had apologized for the early wake up call, but it didn't sound too heartfelt considering he was still muttering curses at himself nearly the entire time for waiting so long to head out. He should have just gotten up with the first alarm. Actually, he just shouldn't have gone out last night and he probably wouldn't have found himself in this situation...



The coffee scalded his hand as he hurried out the door of his apartment and outside, silently praying he wouldn't be late. Naturally, as he stepped out into the cool morning air the city was already awake and abuzz. Which meant traffic. Fantastic. He jumped in the black Honda and zipped down the road, taking quick sips of the bitter, black coffee as he went and silently wishing he had at least thought to put some sugar in it. Too late now.

Thankfully he didn't live so far from the studio and the traffic wasn't too horrible so he was actually somewhat on time as he whipped off the road and into the parking lot like a bat out of hell.