Well, there went a month.
I can blame the holidays, family birthdays, and all of that, but the truth was, I was simply avoiding doing any music. I had the opportunity to open my files on several occasions, and chose not to.
This is why I need this blog to help motivate me.
On the plus side, I now have a new mic and boom, so it will be easier to do any vocal recordings, if I can get my vocal cords back into shape. I get nervous doing vocal warm-ups at home, because I don't live alone. I live with my mother, and she's the type of person who'll comment and ask questions about my music if she hears me warming up, or will stop by the room and stick her head in. If I felt comfortable having an audience, I wouldn't be writing an anonymous blog to fictional readers. I prefer not to share anything until it's finished.
(Side note: same thing applies to stories I write. I don't share them unless they're finished.)
I've been taking care to drink more water, and I've been doing warm-ups to and from work. It's not very good because I can't concentrate properly and still drive safely.
Listening to a recording of yourself is horrible. I can hear every mistake. Each time I'm a bit late, scoop a little, have a rough tone, I can hear it. And I know it's not just me being self conscious, because I have a recording of a solo I did in college that's much better. So I am clearly suffering from a lack of practice for the past five years.
Let's talk about RP for a while.
It was a fun month for Derscha. AAMS decided to do the "Secret Santa" program I suggested, so we had a lot of deliveries to give out. Derscha personally delivered two of them.
However, my favorite delivery of the past month I didn't get the full story of until it was over.
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Derscha huffed a little as she descended down the ramp and toward the sounds of a small crowd. As she'd been informed, there were a group of folk wearing the tabard of Pia Presidium, and presumably, one of them was her target. At first, no one noticed the gnome as she stopped on the edge of the crown to scan the faces.
This was a high-importance delivery. The fellow gnome who'd commissioned her had paid handsomely for a expedited delivery, with enough gold to pay for a mage portal to Kalimdor several times over. It wasn't the first time she'd been given an urgent delivery, but there seemed to be something off about this one.
It wasn't that the gnome hadn't given her name. (While AAMS had strict confidentiality clauses, some preferred to be extra cautious.) It wasn't the outlandish fee. (It was rather expensive to book a last minute portal.)
It may have been the slightly maniacal look in the gnome's eyes when she said simply, "He'll know who it's from."
Even for a gnome, it was unsettling.
She recalled that she'd met Sir Cray Auchtin once, months before, before she'd signed up with the AAMS. Mostly she remembered his name; it was hard sometimes telling tall people apart. She working to correct that- a courier needed to have a good memory - but it the meantime, it meant she had to ask for a little help.
She approached the closest human, a dark skinned man. "Excuse me. I was told I could find Sir Cray Auchtin here. Would you point him out for me?"
The man practically jumped away from Derscha. It wasn't until he was a good distance away that he seemed to actually look at her, and recognize her tabard. His posture relaxed slightly, but he still stared at her with unease.
His sudden reaction caught the attention of those nearly, including a worgen, who, bizarrely, glared at Derscha as if she'd done something wrong. He seemed to only have one good eye, which he kept fixed on her.
"I'm the one you're looking for," the man at last said. "But I won't be accepting any gifts from a female gnome, if that's what you're doing here!"
Derscha huffed, standing up a straight as her short form allowed. "Well, it's not from me!" she said sternly.
Cray flinched, and said with a bit of apology in his voice, "No. I meant from the gnome who sent you, if one did. I'm not accepting any gifts."
The courrier regarded the human steadily a moment, weighing her options. She'd been paid to deliver an urgent message, and it was the AAMS' honor at stake if she failed to see her mission through.
"Huh. Well, its my job to deliver. You can keep it or not."
"From whom?" he asked with caution.
Derscha held out the package and letter. "Said you'd know. Signature is on the bottom of the letter."
"Let me see the package. Don't run off now, just because it's in my hands."
Derscha handed the package over, and made a point of not taking a step. Besides, that worgen was still watching her, and she had a feeling he'd tackle her if she tried anything suspicious. She watched Cray curiously as he scanned the letter.
He blinked, paling slightly.
"Cray," the worgen spoke, "what's the letter say?"
"The good news, I'm not getting married."
"Well, that's good. The little gnome females still scare me, though."
Derscha flicked a glance at the worgen, who towered over her small form. She scared HIM?
"What's the bad news?"
Cray didn't answer, but spoke to Derscha again. "Have a tip, little one, for a job well done. This is a tip, mind you, not a gift." He looked at the gnome very seriously.
Derscha slowly nodded.
"I'm watching you," the worgen added, as if she could've failed to notice.
Cray handed over a few coins. "That's a tip," he repeated pedantically. "Not a gift."
Derscha pocketed the coins. "Understood," she said, wondering if she did at this point.
"So we're not engaged and you won't be stalking me. Because it was a well deserved tip."
Well, at least one question was cleared up: Derscha was quite sure she didn't understand.
She stared at the odd human for a long moment, and almost missed when he thanked her for the delivery. Finally, something she understood! She snapped back into her official courier mode and automatically replied, "No problem. Call on the AAMS anytime."
She said her farewells and hurried away. She made a mental note to avoid any deliveries to Pia Presidium for the next few weeks. They were stranger than that gnome.
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11:36 [5. allianceooc] [Derscha]: Someone's gonna have to fill me in, you know. :P
11:36 [5. allianceooc] [Crayauchtin]: Poor Derscha :P
1:36 [5. allianceooc] [Crayauchtin]: The gift was from Sprocketeer, who sent several gifts to Cray last night and stalked him and insisted they were engaged because he'd accepted the gifts, even though she'd snuck them int his pack without his knowledge
11:37 [5. allianceooc] [Crayauchtin]: And one of the gifts was a bunny which would not leave him alone or die
11:37 [5. allianceooc] [Elisienne]: She is crazy
11:37 [5. allianceooc] [Crayauchtin]: And that is why you got treated to that lecture on the difference between a tip and a gift, because now Cray believes this is some kind of gnomish tradition
11:38 [5. allianceooc] [Derscha]: Lol :)
11:38 [5. allianceooc] [Elisienne]: even though it's just a Sprocketeer is crazy thing
11:38 [5. allianceooc] [Malsurion]: yea thats why Mal is scared of gnome females now
11:38 [5. allianceooc] [Malsurion]: so yea no offense there Derscha
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