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Jun. 28th, 2007 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterthunderI seem to be rather prolific lately. For me, at least.
One page, G, no particular fandom, just musing on a scene that popped into my head.
It was a tenuous connection at best. The friend of a friend of a friend who had met someone at a party and managed to spin a chance encounter into a 20 minute block of time to sell an idea. He wasn’t sure exactly what, something to do with writing and his songs and marketing. She sat straight up on the couch, a drastic contrast to his slouched posture, and extolled the virtues of her idea.
He wasn’t listening. He rarely did. He watched her instead, her gestures and facial expressions, listened to the cadence and pitch of her voice. He found more through observation and instinct than sales pitches.
He nodded and blinked, taking his eyes off her for a moment. When he looked back, she had leaned back, folding her knees under her and taking a more relaxed position on the couch. Her demeanor had changed entirely, her voice more even and her face softer. He was intrigued, and interrupted her monologue to point out the difference. She paused.
“No one’s ever noticed that before.”
“It’s something you do regularly?”
“I suppose. Different attitudes towards different situations.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question, but it was designed to provoke a response.
“Yes.” She wasn’t going to give him one. He pushed a bit farther.
“So if you have different sides for different situations, how do you use them?”
“I just use what fits. What will put people at ease. You’re casual, so there was no need for me to be formal.” He’s leaning forward now, watching her more closely. She shifts sideways a bit, on her guard. “So what do you think of my proposal?”
“I don’t know. It has potential, I think, but there are a lot of ways it could flop.”
“Yes, but there would also be a lot of benefit for you if it were to work.”
“You as well.”
“I wouldn’t be pitching the idea if it didn’t.” He laughs, then wonders if her frankness is another attitude. This shift was subtler, but it was there. She’s leaning forward slightly, her voice lower, her face open.
“I’ll try it.” Trying it means he’ll work with her again. Trying it means more opportunities for observation.
One page, G, no particular fandom, just musing on a scene that popped into my head.
It was a tenuous connection at best. The friend of a friend of a friend who had met someone at a party and managed to spin a chance encounter into a 20 minute block of time to sell an idea. He wasn’t sure exactly what, something to do with writing and his songs and marketing. She sat straight up on the couch, a drastic contrast to his slouched posture, and extolled the virtues of her idea.
He wasn’t listening. He rarely did. He watched her instead, her gestures and facial expressions, listened to the cadence and pitch of her voice. He found more through observation and instinct than sales pitches.
He nodded and blinked, taking his eyes off her for a moment. When he looked back, she had leaned back, folding her knees under her and taking a more relaxed position on the couch. Her demeanor had changed entirely, her voice more even and her face softer. He was intrigued, and interrupted her monologue to point out the difference. She paused.
“No one’s ever noticed that before.”
“It’s something you do regularly?”
“I suppose. Different attitudes towards different situations.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question, but it was designed to provoke a response.
“Yes.” She wasn’t going to give him one. He pushed a bit farther.
“So if you have different sides for different situations, how do you use them?”
“I just use what fits. What will put people at ease. You’re casual, so there was no need for me to be formal.” He’s leaning forward now, watching her more closely. She shifts sideways a bit, on her guard. “So what do you think of my proposal?”
“I don’t know. It has potential, I think, but there are a lot of ways it could flop.”
“Yes, but there would also be a lot of benefit for you if it were to work.”
“You as well.”
“I wouldn’t be pitching the idea if it didn’t.” He laughs, then wonders if her frankness is another attitude. This shift was subtler, but it was there. She’s leaning forward slightly, her voice lower, her face open.
“I’ll try it.” Trying it means he’ll work with her again. Trying it means more opportunities for observation.