#told myself i was going to write and here it is ddhd

[waybrights]

may i offer some sats au in this trying time? (as usual it's late so, if u see any spelling mistakes, no u don't <3) enjoy !!

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as much as sasha complains about it, once they actually start recording, she doesn't mind having to repeat the same verse again and again until its perfect. sure, it's tedious, but she would be lying if she said she hated it. how could she, when anne and marcy are with her, and they're laughing over a quiet joke. she might even consider it fun.

might, being the key word.

"stop it," an angry voice shouts over the intercom. sasha groans, letting her final chord echo around the small booth. "you aren't even trying, none of you are." it would be fun, sasha thinks, if andrias could keep his nose out of it for five minutes.

"we're playing exactly what you gave us," sasha says into her microphone, struggling to swallow the anger rising in her throat.

the man shakes his head, eyes sliding over the three of them from the other side of the glass. "no, you aren't. marcy's behind, and you keep messing up the lyrics," he waves his hand as though that would help get his point across. "anne seems to be the only one who knows what's going on."

behind her, sasha can hear anne shifting in place, a single note drifting through the room. "i don't think it's their fault," she says firmly, pulling the strap of her bass over her head and placing the instrument gently on its stand.

"oh?" andrias raises a single, white brow, eyes narrowing on anne as she steps forward, pressing her arm against sasha's.

"yeah, the music isn't making any sense. it's like a child wrote this stuff," she claims, and sasha hears a snort from marcy. anne picks up the sheets of music on sasha's stand and holds it away from them, turning the page to face the glass, and the men sat behind it. "you can't expect us to play anything substantial when it's hardly legible," then, as though it would help calm the rising tension, she adds, "from a musical perspective, of course."

the booth goes silent, a static filling the intercom as andrias turns from them and starts talking to one of the producers. sasha doesn't bother trying to guess what they're saying, instead taking off her guitar and turning to marcy, still sitting at her drum kit with a small smile on her face.

"you finding this funny, mars?" sasha asks as she walks over, sitting down on the raised platform.

"a little," marcy giggles, leaning her chin on her upturned palm. "also a little annoying," she whispers as an after thought.

sighing, sasha leans her head against marcy’s leg, watching anne pace and fiddle with her bracelet. "yeah, i get that."

"it feels like nothing we ever do is good enough," she says after a while. "no matter how long we play for, or how much new music we write, it's never right."

she sounds so tired, and all sasha wants to do is pull them into her arms and make sure they never feel this way again, but she doesn't. sasha just takes marcy's hand and squeezes it as tightly as she can. "they'll see one day, mars. they'll see just how hard we work, how hard you work, for this to happen."

"you sound so sure about that," marcy mumbles, tapping her fingers against the back of sasha’s hand.

"i am." sasha nods, pulling her eyes off anne to smile up at marcy. "i'll make sure they know. promise!"

marcy looks unsure, as though she doesn't believe that this could change, that one day they aren't arguing over music they never even wrote. but sasha swear to herself in the moment, that no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, she'll make sure that one day, marcy and anne are happy, doing what they want to be doing.

anne joins them after another ten minutes of pacing, flopping down next to sasha and dropping her head into her lap as she lets out, what could be, the worlds longest sigh.

"we'll get through this, girls," anne mutters as her eyes flutter. "together."