"Ahh, let's see now," Misato mused as she went through the list of songs on the crystal Doug had given her. "Quite the variety here... ooh, this one looks neat." She tapped the 'play' button and listened as the music filled her room.
Konya wa HURRICANE, anata ni HURRICANE...
"Mmm, yeah, this is good. I didn't know Doug was into retrothrash..." She trailed off as the sound of someone screaming filled the air. It seemed to just be 'No!' repeated over and over again. "That's not in the script," she muttered, getting up to look.
Then she was tackled by a lean brunette who started giving her a rather vicious noogie. It only lasted a moment before the assailant had gotten up to stalk after the director, who was backing off and waving his hands defensively.
"Priss, come on, what's wrong? We can work it out, really, can't we?"
"You idiot!" She swung at him once, missed, swung again and tagged the arm he threw up to block. "Didn't I tell you all this before, when you were filming the first time?"
"Explain what?" Bob asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about, while the rest of the DW-Eva cast gathered around.
"You're making fun of MY MUSIC!" she screamed. "For the third time! It is not 'retrothrash', it is not 'punk'. Three words: ROCK. AND. ROLL! Got that, bud?"
"I... erk!" She grabbed his collar and twisted it. "Yes! I got it! I'll change the script, okay?"
Priss seemed to settle down, at that, and nodded. "You'd better."
Doug joined her as she walked away. "You know, this gives me an idea..."
Misato sat back down as the crew got ready to reshoot the take, while the director glanced after Doug and Priss with a worried frown.
Two weeks later
The four pilots stood on stage with their instruments, the whistling sound from Shinji's keyboard soon joined by Rei's guitar. Moments later, a hard beat kicked in from Asuka's guitar and Touji's drums, and Asuka started to sing...
Live in virtue, no desire
In the grave an angel's choir
You look to heaven and wonder why
No one can see them in the sky
Doug and Priss grinned as Bob hung his head. "I knew this was a bad idea," he muttered, "I just knew it..."
Konya wa HURRICANE, anata ni HURRICANE...
"Mmm, yeah, this is good. I didn't know Doug was into retrothrash..." She trailed off as the sound of someone screaming filled the air. It seemed to just be 'No!' repeated over and over again. "That's not in the script," she muttered, getting up to look.
Then she was tackled by a lean brunette who started giving her a rather vicious noogie. It only lasted a moment before the assailant had gotten up to stalk after the director, who was backing off and waving his hands defensively.
"Priss, come on, what's wrong? We can work it out, really, can't we?"
"You idiot!" She swung at him once, missed, swung again and tagged the arm he threw up to block. "Didn't I tell you all this before, when you were filming the first time?"
"Explain what?" Bob asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about, while the rest of the DW-Eva cast gathered around.
"You're making fun of MY MUSIC!" she screamed. "For the third time! It is not 'retrothrash', it is not 'punk'. Three words: ROCK. AND. ROLL! Got that, bud?"
"I... erk!" She grabbed his collar and twisted it. "Yes! I got it! I'll change the script, okay?"
Priss seemed to settle down, at that, and nodded. "You'd better."
Doug joined her as she walked away. "You know, this gives me an idea..."
Misato sat back down as the crew got ready to reshoot the take, while the director glanced after Doug and Priss with a worried frown.
Two weeks later
The four pilots stood on stage with their instruments, the whistling sound from Shinji's keyboard soon joined by Rei's guitar. Moments later, a hard beat kicked in from Asuka's guitar and Touji's drums, and Asuka started to sing...
Live in virtue, no desire
In the grave an angel's choir
You look to heaven and wonder why
No one can see them in the sky
Doug and Priss grinned as Bob hung his head. "I knew this was a bad idea," he muttered, "I just knew it..."