Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:13 am Post subject: Need Help with a YnM FFST (fanfic soundtrack)
Hello everyone! I wasn't exactly sure where to put this topic, so I decided to put it here. If anyone else can think of a better spot, please inform me or move it.
Okay, the purpose of this topic is actually a request for help. But in order to explain what I need help with I must first provide some background information.
I had always been meaning to make an FST for YnM - because I have found many songs that have ended up fitting one or more of the characters - but I never really continued through with it. Through listening to several of the songs I had chosen, I became inspired with a whole new storyline, and they gave me an idea for a fanfic.
However, I didn't want this to be a normal fanfic. I have always been moved and inspired by music, and I believe that it touches the soul and warms the heart better than any words or visual imagery can do. So I wanted to create a fanfic in which what I wrote only told half of a story, and the other half was told/felt by songs that fit the situation and/or mood.
Which is what I've been doing. I currently have 16 tracks planned for the FFST, and for each track I'm writing a segment of the story. I already have outlined the scene for each track, and I have most of the songs selected.
However, I can only do so much on my own, and this is where I need help.
FIRST, I need help with song selection and how it relates to the segment I wrote. Even though I already have most of the songs chosen, getting input from other people about what I've chosen is always appreciated. And if you think that you know a song which better fits each track, then please send it my way!
SECOND, I need someone to do the art for my FFST (front cover, back cover, inside booklet pages that includes the story and lyrics). There are several people on here who do amazing jobs with the programs available to them on the computer, and it would be lovely if in anyone's free time that they could eventually design the cover and inside art. It doesn't have to be done now (I'm only so far along with my story), but this is something that I'd like to have done in the future after the story is said and done so that I can post it for people to download. If worst comes to worst, I could end up doing it myself... however, it definitely won't look as nice (I don't have the experience nor the programs available). So PLEASE, I would love the assistance in this area!
THIRD, problems with the story itself. Inconsistencies, grammar, punctuation, spelling, and so on. I would especially like a focus on my first track's written segment, the prologue. I feel like it's kinda weak, yet I'm uncertain how to improve it or go with it.
FOURTH, names for the tracks!!! I'd like suggestions for the names of each track, (kinda like names for chapters). So any suggestions you have would be appreciated!
Anyways, the post that I include after this will include the story and lyrics of each track as I finish them over time.
Also, I'll be uploading my word file every time I make an update, and I'll post it here. I'll upload my songs as well and post them here, so that people can download them and listen to them as they read (get the feel of the songs).
Once again, any help would be appreciated! I'm not certain if I'll be able to complete this on my own, and if I could it would be extremely hard (I have enough stress from college... ugh).
YnM FFST Track 03 - "How Soon Is Now?" by t.A.T.u.:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/s6qd80 _________________ Sometimes a willow faces a strong and forceful wind. It bends and some of its beautiful leaves may be blown off, but it does not break. It blends and flows with the power of the wind and ends up stronger for it. -- Yume Kazerei
Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:22 am Post subject: SEGMENTS AND LYRICS FOR EACH TRACK!
WARNING! Story rated mature for use of vulgar language!
TRACK 01 - Name?
Not as many as there should – shallow vanity and pride clouding their judgment – came to realize that the quality of life wasn’t measured by success, fame, or fortune. Nor was it measured by elusive, idealistic concepts such as love, hope, or companionship, unlike the commonly-held belief of the wiser, more mature masses. Wiser, yes, but still deluded. Only the few unlucky ones realized the true currency: sanity. The more one paid, gave up, or lost, the less quality one received. It was a backwards way of thinking, but the only reality. Idealistic rubbish, while nice and fulfilling in a way that they hid one from the truth and kept one satisfied, fell short without the mercy of a sane mind. Sanity was the weight, the ultimate judging factor.
And what ultimately judged the quality of a job wasn’t the money, prestige, fame, enjoyment, or feeling of accomplishment, but how much of the person’s mentality and self-awareness was left after everything was said and done… how far down and inside-out it ended up screwing one over.
The worst kind of jobs were the dirty, “necessary evils” required for the betterment of society as determined by one in high power. The Japanese Emperor’s Special OP Force was one such job.
If there was anything the Japanese excelled at, it was masking true intentions and meanings behind carefully place words and actions in order to please others. A very community-oriented way of thought. A place and role for everyone to carry out. And all for the betterment of society.
So the idea of a strong, powerful, unified government being a façade for the truth shouldn’t have been a big surprise… perhaps, it was even expected.
With each Emperor that had risen and fallen with the sun, the successor had been more modernized than the previous. And though his father, Emperor Akihito, was still the symbol of a united Japan, the Crown Prince, Haruhito, had made a big impact within the power structure of the government. Unbeknownst to many, he studied for several years politics, internal structure, military, and internal affairs all around the world, visiting several countries. And all it took was one trip in the 1990s before he established the HIMOP – a top-secret special taskforce sent to carry out the will of the Emperor in order to eliminate divisions in the ranks and maintain unity using whatever means necessary. A hidden base was created, updated with access to all existing and future technology and data (many trusted politicians who had lots of connections and supported Haruhito’s decision – for the Emperor and his royal family would be least expected to head such an organization that they felt was necessary – had provided, and still provide, help).
And the HIMOP agents were trained in obtaining information through covert means (i.e. espionage, communication interception, cryptanalysis) and then analyzing the data. They completed whatever missions deemed necessary: assassination, infiltration, counter-terrorism, arms sales, coups d’etats, propaganda, and many others.
The training was intense and demoralizing, and anyone who continued with the career was either masochistic, sadistic, held a severe grudge, or was blackmailed into the job. Nothing was worth the stress, the inanity, the torture, or the psychological consequences. Because anybody who became involved became fucked up if they weren’t previously.
In order to survive, a man either locked away his emotions and sanity and became a cold, unfeeling bastard or eventually broke down and snapped because he was unable to sacrifice his humanity.
This is a story of two such people who became partners and went through hellish ordeals before finally falling apart into each other.
SONG:[Trans-Siberian Orchestra – “Requiem (The Fifth)”]
[Instrumental piece]
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TRACK 02 - Name?
“This is the new recruit, Tsuzuki.”
Tsuzuki took a look at the new recruit… no, boy. The kid couldn’t have even been in his thirties from the looks of it. God, what was the world coming to sending such an innocent child to an early grave? To get fucked over in the biggest hell-hole job of human depravity? And his pretty-boy appearance was just asking for trouble. What the hell was Konoe thinking?!
As if the boy could read his thoughts, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly and a chill crawled up Tsuzuki’s spine.
“How old is he?” Tsuzuki asked ignoring the look.
Konoe coughed. “Not that that is of any relevance--”
“26,” the boy interrupted. “And no, it is NOT of any relevance.”
Tsuzuki was about to argue, but was interrupted by his commanding officer.
“Kurosaki Hisoka… passed all the training, excelling at physical hand-to-hand combat, subterfuge and interrogation. His scores outranked all of the others. He was recommended by several superiors for this position.”
Recommended? Did he have family with powerful political influence? Did daddy pull a few strings?
“He will be a major contribution to the team,” Konoe continued, his tone booking no room for argument.
Tsuzuki scoffed but offered no more signs of his true feelings on the matter. It wasn’t his place.
“You, Tsuzuki Asato, will be teaching him the ropes. For the next few months, you two will be working closely together, Agent Tsuzuki helping Agent Kurosaki get acclimated with the job. Work on what needs improvement. Also, you will be taking on several cases together. Agent Tsuzuki, here, is our best field agent, so you should be able to gain a lot of practical experience working with him, Agent Kurosaki. I expect there to be no problems with this arrangement. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” came Tsuzuki’s response, while Hisoka just replied with a, “Sir.”
“Good. You two are dismissed then.” Konoe walked off.
Plastering on the biggest grin he could fake, Tsuzuki turned to his new quasi partner and offered a hand. “Well, then, it spears we’ll be seeing each other a lot for a while. Please just call me Tsuzuki, Kurosaki-kun. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and I’m certain it’ll be a pleasure work--”
“Don’t.”
“Huh?” said Tsuzuki, thrown off with the sudden interjection.
“Don’t attempt to cover up the truth with lies. Neither one of us wants this, so trying to make it simpler for yourself by hiding behind a mask of camaraderie is an insult. This arrangement is for purely professional purposes and will remain that way. We’ll start tomorrow. For now, I’m going home.” And he abruptly turned around and left.
Tsuzuki stood frozen for several seconds after the boy left. It wasn’t so much the words that paralyzed him – though they were very harsh – as it was the look in his eyes… His eyes spoke with ten times more volume. The emerald orbs would have been beautiful if not for the frigid, bitter conviction that glinted with his glare. Tsuzuki couldn’t tell if he was more relieved or saddened to see such a cold disposition.
SONG:[Enigma – “Silence Must Be Heard”]
Look into the others eyes, many frustrations
Read between the lines, no words just vibrations
Don't ignore hidden desires
Pay attention, you're playing with fire
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed
The time has come to learn, that silence ...
Silence must be heard
Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn
Cause silence has the right to be heard
People talk too much for what they have to say
Words without a meaning, just fading away
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed
The time has come to learn, that silence ...
Silence must be heard
Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn
Cause silence has the right to be heard
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TRACK 03 - Name?
Tsuzuki stared at the empty glass in his hands, contemplating the lack of drink. It had been empty for a while – after a sloppy chug that resulted in half of it rushing down his chin and dribbling on to the table and his shirt – but it took five minutes to come to this realization. As he stared at the glass, he also realized that his head was lying on his arm that was upon the bar table. Strange, it normally took more than ten glasses to be this conked out. Had he really drunk…
He snorted. It didn’t really matter. Maybe if he were lucky, he’d die of alcohol poisoning. Though knowing his luck… He glared accusingly at the glass, and decided he definitely needed another. He turned to the bartender and demanded it to be refilled.
“Sir, I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
“Shyeah, well, I’ll tells you when – *hic* – when… I don’ think it be a good idea. An’ right no~ow – *hic* – I think I need anudder.”
The man appeared to hesitate a second before pouring more of the vile liquid. Tsuzuki absolutely abhorred the taste of vodka – and most other alcohols – but he drank it to get drunk, and get drunk fast. It was the perfect way to escape. And right now he needed to escape.
“God, he’s 26.” Tsuzuki had been 26 when he joined, or rather was forced into joining. It wasn’t because he hated his new partner that he acted like a dick today. Not at all! Rather, he was scared. He was scared for the young boy and what would inevitably happen to him. He feared the upcoming fall, the slide into insanity, for both the boy and himself. He’d fall watching the kid fall. It’s a promise, a dark voice whispered.
He downed the drink, trying to find relief in the bottom of the glass.
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The boy slipped quietly into the dark apartment. Not that there was anyone to wake up, but he didn’t want to be discovered by his neighbors. The results would be most disastrous if he were found.
He stared down at the paper bag in his hands, disgusted with the content inside that was the reason he didn’t get in until past midnight. He felt like such a coward for purchasing it. However, his supply was running out, and he needed more. It was his punishment whenever he failed… whenever he lived up to his father’s damning expectations. He promised himself that he would prove he was strong, no matter what. And for every failure he would punish himself harshly. And he felt there was no greater punishment than when he wasn’t in control of himself.
He walked into his room and hid the paper bag underneath the bed mattress. And then he walked back out into the living room to a table that was covered in a white cloth, white candles and incense surrounding the focal point – a picture of a handsome young man with a firm chin, long, pointed nose, stern, angled eyebrows, stiff upper lip, and unforgiving, icy blue eyes… they were cold enough to even make the most warped men shudder. The display looked like an altar. His lips twisted at the thought. A fucked up, bastardized one. And that was the point.
He glared at the monster in the picture. “I will overcome you and your convictions. I am not worthless. And I will prove it.”
With those words, he abruptly turned and quickly strode back to his room. Once inside, he slammed the door. His posture became stiff and more confident once again as he fell back into routine and prepared himself for bed.
SONG:[t.A.T.u. – “How Soon Is Now?”]
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club if you'd like to go you
Could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own and
You leave on your own and you go home,
And you cry and you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now",
When exactly do you mean? See I've already
Waited too long and all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
_________________ Sometimes a willow faces a strong and forceful wind. It bends and some of its beautiful leaves may be blown off, but it does not break. It blends and flows with the power of the wind and ends up stronger for it. -- Yume Kazerei
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