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hypocriticaltypwriter · 10 months

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“Friends?” Michael echoed back; his deep blue eyes seemed to flicker with a sudden curiosity against the low glow of flames from the multiple bonfires around the boardwalk where he had parked his motorcycle.

Chrysta is unable to fight the grin breaking out across her face, rosy lips gleaming with a slight hint of gloss as she bites down on her bottom lip, lolling her head to the side, the action causing her red lensed sunglasses to slowly slip from her dark brown curls and fall onto the bridge of her nose, hiding away her emerald eyes from darting between Star and Michael.

As soon as the single word had left Michael’s mouth, and as quickly as Star readied to get on the back of his bike, the revving of engines quickly drowned out the noise of chatter and faint music. And while it brought an obvious excitement to bubble up in Chrysta, watching her do some little body shimmy while fixing her jean jacket’s collars up around her neck a bit more as if she got some sudden chill of excitement riding down her spine, Star’s rather calm, joyful mood seemed to fade the second Michael had asked the question, like she knew what was about to happen.

Her eyes dart from Michael and to the sudden flash of leather that had surrounded the three almost suspiciously fast, it seemed it wasn’t only Michael who thought it strange as Star takes a step closer to him, but it felt more protective than Star wanting him to protect her.

The four newcomers instantly set off some kind of alarm bell in the back of Michael’s brain. The feeling was faint, but he still kept cautious, the hold on his handlebars seemed to tighten just a little as he massaged at the bars as if he was revving the dead engine. His eyes danced over each and every new figure that had surrounded them- trapped them with their bikes, his eyes falling to the one closest to them, his bleach blonde hair an immediate attention catcher. It’s what made him stand out most.

His pale, icy blue eyes hadn’t left Michael the entire time, as if he was studying him, challenging him. They finally glance away from him to look over at Chrysta, his expression still stone cold and unreadable for a second, only giving a curt nod to the side of him, motioning with his head for her to join them.

Chrysta didn’t hesitate, she almost skips over to him, causing Michael to break the heavy eye contact with the pale blondie as well, feeling the way his brow softened and his jaw grew relaxed and untense. He didn’t even notice that he was glaring until he stopped looking at the guy.

“Have fun you two.” Chrysta whispers toward Star, tilting her sunglasses down just for a second to shoot the two a wink, the small cherry-shaped charms hanging from the gold rim of her glasses making a faint chiming noise as they were quickly placed back to cover her mischievous-filled eyes.

Michael thought she was about to climb on the back of this dudes bike, and that’d be it, but she simply walks over to the guy parked to the left of him- the guy probably out dressed the most of them, his colorful jacket with different patches of fabric sewn on messily- but it almost seemed on purpose, his dirty blonde curls that felt behind his back were brushed to his right shoulder as Chrysta hoisted a leg over the back of the bike, one hand tightly gripping onto his left shoulder and the other grabbed around his torso. Once she was fully on the back of the bike, she scoots up closer, pressing her front to his back and linking her arms snugly around his waist and she rest her chin on his shoulder, shooting him a grin as he does the same, flashing a toothy smile while whispering ‘Hey Cherri.’ While he shifted the weight of his bike back and forth against his legs.

The bleach blonde had watched Chrysta the whole time, as if he was going to judge any mistake of her movement, like anything she did or said that wasn’t to his command would be a mistake none of them wanted to see the end result of.

But as soon as she gets on the back of the dirty blondes bike, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, confidence, pride- Michael could practically see it glowing off the guys pale skin, watching as he lifted himself up a bit from where he leaned over the front of his bike, bringing his fully gloved hand up toward her, running it through her dark curls as if he’d be able to feel the soft strands of hair between his fingers.

Either way, it seemed he was only doing it to see this girl simply just getting herself wrapped farther around his finger, watching as she instantly turns her head to him, but shyly hides the bottom of her face into the collar of her jacket- yet her eyes sparkle with the lovesick smile she’s hiding from his view. “Hi, David.” She says softly, a hint of a totally dorky giggle laced into her voice, only causing this guy’s (who Michael now knew as David) ego to grow tenfold, his smirk growing into a sly smile while he plays with a singular curl of her hair between his fingers and twisting it around one.

“Hi, Chrissy.” He responds, his voice only proving Michael’s point that this guy knew how to get what he wanted, smooth and low, a small hint of playfulness to it as he watched Chrysta’s little reaction with amusement.

One thing that seemed to catch Michael off guard for a second was David’s using o a nickname Michael hadn’t heard Chrysta mention being called, but in some way, he came to a silent realization David was the only one allowed to call her that- whether Chrysta or David made that rule, seemed pretty obvious as well.

David holds his gaze on Chrysta a little longer, but the look on his face slowly fades back to the unreadable look, yet it seemed lighter, as if he was holding some kind of unaware façade, bringing his gaze directly to Star now, the look he had been giving Chrysta as she walked over to one of the bikes, was now on her- almost tenfold.

Star even tore her eyes away from him, looking down at the ground annoyed, irritated… Nervous, ashamed, as if she was just caught doing something wrong, breaking a rule.

“Where you going, Star?” David asks, raising a brow. Something in his tone was both curious, but also not exactly looking for an answer to that question, already letting her know whatever she’s about to do, it isn’t gonna be on the back of Michael’s bike.

Star doesn’t answer for a second, the look on her face growing more tense, lips shut in a tight frown as if she was even considering answering David, but that only lasted for a second, the stare David still held on to her caused her to break under. “For a ride.” She responds bluntly- in defense, as if David was accusing her of something. She then turns her head toward Michael, who had yet to tear his gaze from the bleach blonde. “This is Michael.” Star says, her voice softening as she mentions his name.

David doesn’t answer, but he does look at Michael, something about the slight narrowing of his eyes showed he was thinking, something formulating in the back of his mind that had started the second he saw Chrysta and Star with this guy. It wasn’t good either.

“Let’s go.” Michael whispers to Star, reaching a handout to her, brushing his fingers against her arm to get her attention.

The action wasn’t something David liked, Chrysta watched his jaw visibly tense and something possessive spark in his icy blue eyes. “Star.” He chants again, and he’s not asking this time, he’s demanding with a condescending tone.

Star slowly looks back at him, almost as if to ask if he’s really doing this- and why her? The look is met with David’s silence, his mouth slightly open as he runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, awaiting Star to follow with his silent order.

Chrysta watches the scene, and the longer she does, the more she begins to realize David really wasn’t going to let Star go out with Michael, and it caused her smile to falter- as she assumed he was merely pulling her leg or something. She slowly lifts her head from where it rested snugly against Marko’s shoulder, looking between Michael and David as Star had almost defeatedly trudged her way toward David, climbing onto the back of his bike and pulling on her coat.

“David, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Chrysta speaks up, her voice almost protective, even though she had always been an only child, she seemed to bring that older or simply protective sister energy, it practically glowed off of her when she had introduced herself to Michael and Sam on their grandfather’s front step when they had moved in. “She’s an adult, she can—”

“Chrissy.” David states firmly, looking over to her with the exact same look he gave Star, watching as she quickly shrinks into herself a bit with his voice. He didn’t even have to shout or even raise his voice ever so slightly to come off intimidating. He slowly brings a hand up to his face, pressing a finger to his lips to indicate he wanted her to stay quiet- let him handle it- treating her like some child.

It does cause her to shrink away, (with both embarrassment and a bit of that hesitation in not wanting to disobey him- as if he had some kind of manipulative control.) clicking her tongue as she keeps her bottom lip studded out into a pout, placing her chin atop Marko’s shoulder as she feels him snicker to himself, laughing at her- his chest shaking a little as he turns his head brushing his nose against the side of her face as he whispers something un-intelligible to the others directly into her ear- but it makes her roll her eyes at him.

“You know where Hudson’s Bluff is, overlooking the point?” David’s voice gets Michael’s attention away from Chrysta, who had looked over at Star, shooting her an apologetic look, and Star returning it with sympathy and forgiveness. They both knew they really couldn’t do much, just stick up and out for each other.

Michael fights back a defeated eyeroll, heaving a low sigh. “I can’t beat your bike.” He says looking back down at his own bike, the key in the ignition but awaiting any move or action of him turning it on.

“You don’t have to beat me, Michael.” David responds, and as he does, he revs the engine of his bike, bringing Michael’s attention back up to him- as well as peaking the many other eyes on the two’s interests, the engine roaring to life seemed to spark some reflex, adrenaline and excitement beginning to pump through the four biker’s veins, all exchanging bright grins, it even seemed Chrysta’s mood brightened, looking to Michael and giving him a reassuring nod, encouraging him to accept this strange offer David was giving him.

“You just have to keep up.”

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musicofdoom · 10 months

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David Lynch: A Multifaceted Maestro of Sonic Surrealism

Renowned filmmaker David Lynch is widely celebrated for his unique and enigmatic approach to storytelling. However, his creative genius extends beyond the realm of cinema. With a lesser-known but equally captivating musical career, Lynch has proven himself to be a multifaceted maestro of sonic surrealism. This review explores Lynch's musical endeavors, showcasing his ability to create haunting, atmospheric soundscapes that mirror the enigmatic nature of his cinematic work.

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Throughout his musical career, Lynch has engaged in numerous collaborations with notable artists. His collaboration with composer Angelo Badalamenti on the iconic soundtrack for Lynch's film "Twin Peaks" is a testament to his ability to create music that perfectly complements his visual storytelling. Lynch's collaborations with musicians like Julee Cruise, Karen O, and Chrysta Bell have further enriched his musical repertoire, infusing his sound with diverse styles Lynch's music possesses a haunting and emotionally charged quality, resonating deeply with listeners. Whether through brooding instrumental compositions or melancholic vocal performances, Lynch has a knack for evoking a wide range of emotions. His music can be simultaneously unsettling and comforting, eliciting feelings of nostalgia, longing, and even dread. Lynch's ability to tap into the depths of human emotion is a testament to his prowess as a musical storyteller.

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While Lynch's focus has primarily been on studio recordings, his occasional live performances are highly anticipated events. His concerts often incorporate elements of multimedia, including projections and atmospheric lighting, which enhance the immersive nature of his music. Although his live shows are infrequent, they are highly regarded for their atmospheric ambiance and the unique experience they offer to fans.

David Lynch's musical ventures have solidified his status as a true visionary in the realm of sound. Much like his films, Lynch's music is a testament to his ability to create atmospheric and emotionally resonant experiences. With his experimental approach, cinematic sensibilities, and collaborations with talented musicians, Lynch continues to push the boundaries of sonic exploration. As an artist, Lynch masterfully crafts ethereal soundscapes that transport listeners to a realm of enigma, where his musical genius unfolds.

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