Thedrunken huntmans bar, afternoon


Oona and Lucy settled in, their drinks clinking against the table.

Lucy couldn't contain her excitement. "Did you check out the latest charts? Jack Dunn's debut single just snagged the top spot, straight-up #1!"



Oona's eyes widened, genuine enthusiasm in her voice. "No way! That's fantastic for him."

Lucy grinned, but a shadow crossed Oona's face. "But hey," Oona interjected, "just a gentle reminder that I'm in the wings, waiting for my debut to make its mark too."

"Absolutely," Lucy reassured her. "Your time will come, Oona. They signed you for a reason."

Lucy, riding the wave of excitement, continued, "And you know what's even more incredible? Head South talents are dominating the album charts. We've got #1, #2, and #3 spots secured!"

Oona's smile faltered, and Lucy noticed the subtle shift in her expression. "What's on your mind?"

Oona hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "It's great for them, really, but I just hope the label doesn't expect all of us to fit into the same mold, right?"

Lucy nodded, understanding Oona's concern. "You're absolutely right. The label signed a diverse group of artists for a reason : to bring a variety of sounds to the table. Your authenticity is what drew them in, and they know that."

"Exactly what Ben Rodini told me", replied Oona, thoughtful.

Oona's confidence flickered back, and she smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Lucy. Sometimes it's just hard not to get swept away in the charts and numbers."



Lucy leaned in, her tone reassuring. "Numbers don't define artistry. Your music, your story, that's what matters. Charts are just the icing on the cake."

As the conversation veered towards the intricacies of the music industry, Oona and Lucy found solace in their shared understanding, ready to face the challenges.

Lucy flashed a mischievous smile across the table, her fingers tapping a rhythm on the pint of beer She ordered. "Spill it, Oona. The nerves must've been insane when you sang here. What was going on in that head of yours?"

Oona chuckled, a wry grin playing on her lips. "Oh, you have no idea. There's this guy, Dany Sheen, a fucking wizard with the guitar and vocals. Blew everyone away, but the scouts didn't bite. That set the bar high, and let's just say it, I was scared stiff."

Lucy leaned in, intrigued. "But, come on, you crushed it! Your song was pure fire."

"Thanks," Oona replied, a modest smile dancing on her face. "I didn't exactly spend days agonizing over it, though."

The café hummed with the distant chatter of other customers and ambiant music, and Lucy's gaze grew thoughtful. Curiosity sparkled in Oona's eyes. "Hey, I remember you saying you're a musician, right?"

Lucy nodded, a bashful smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I play guitar. Decent enough for small gigs here and there. But singing a whole song on stage? Not my thing. I'm more comfortable in the shade of a vocalist, you know?"

Oona leaned in, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "Cool! and what do you play?"

Lucy's face lit up with passion. "Started with folk, but indie, alternative, Cold wave... that's where my heart beats. Dum Dum Girls, Porridge Radio, Death Cab for Cutie..."

Oona's eyes widened with recognition. "Porridge Radio? Love them!"

Lucy nodded, reaching for her phone. "7 seconds" is so cool. Love this one.". Oona agreed "Dana Margolin's Vocals are awesome. Saw them live few times. They're from Brighton, you know?".


As "7 seconds" filled the air surrounding their table, Lucy asked, "Your turn. What's your playlist??"

Oona leaned back, contemplating. "Oh, I listen to various things....The Cure, Nightbus, Sneaks, Warpaint.

Lucy's eyes widened. "Warpaint? Nice choice! And Nightbus and Sneaks, huh?" She immediately pulled out her phone, ready to explore Oona's musical universe.



Lucy seemed to enjoy the minimalist vibe of Sneaks.

"I'm all about that bass. There's something about crafting the structure of a song, you know? Drummers get that too", Oona said.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you play drums?"

Oona laughed. "Nah, bass is my thing. It's like holding down the fort, laying the foundation. You feel the pulse."

"Badass," Lucy remarked, genuine admiration in her eyes. They both lough. "So, what's on the agenda for the afternoon?"

Oona suggested with a grin, "How about we hit my flat? Got a bass and guitar waiting for us."

The characters are in a public place, so anyone willing to take part to the story is welcome ;)

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As they were on the brink of leaving the bustling bar, Lucy gripped Oona's arm, her eyes widening with a hint of excitement. "Quick, have a discreet glance. Look who's sitting at that table, over there!"

Oona, always one for playful antics, put two fingers to her temples and began a slow, mechanical scan of the room, making robotic noises with her mouth. Lucy couldn't help but laugh. "Stop that!"

Imitating a robot, Oona deadpanned, "There is no match in my database for the person sitting at that table"

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Cameron Jacobson! you're crazy!"

Oona raised an eyebrow. "Cameron Jacobson? Should I know him?"

She didn't seem overly interested. Lucy, however, was already plotting her approach. "We should go say hi! Come on!"

"Fangirl detected....fangirl detected" Oona teased, doing her robot imitation again.

Lucy grinned. "Making contacts, my dear Oona, is the key in this industry. Trust me."

Oona let out a sigh but relented, allowing Lucy to guide her toward Cameron Jacobson's table. Lucy approached with an eager smile, Oona trailing slightly behind.

Lucy :"Hey there! Mind if we join you for a minute?"

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Oona opted for a pint, and Lucy followed suit. As the glasses were being filled, Lucy, never one to beat around the bush, leaned in with curiosity.

"Are you who I think you are? what brings you to Brighton?"

"Nice to meet you, Cameron," Lucy replied with a smile. Oona, less interested in small talk (and quite irritated by the way he called them "beauties"), simply introduced herself as Oona. Lucy, always the storyteller, added, "We were just chatting. We're musicians. Oona landed a contract with a local label called Head South. Ever heard of them? I work for them as a receptionist."

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Oona felt a slight irritation at Cameron's choice of words. "Beauties" and the term "fanbase" seemed to rub her the wrong way, finding them a bit abstract and dehumanizing. However, she reminded herself not to judge a person after just a couple of phrases.

Politely sidestepping the conversation about her work, Oona chose to share more about her journey in the music industry. "It's all pretty new for me," she admitted. "I've got a few songs, but I'm wrestling with the pressure I put on myself. Figuring out the direction I want to take is, you know, a bit complicated." She offered a hesitant smile, hoping her honesty didn't come across as vulnerability.

Changing the subject, Oona redirected the conversation. "What about you, Cameron? Are you recording a new song here in Brighton?".

Oona felt a wave of sympathy for Cameron, appreciating his honesty about the ups and downs of his career. She even confessed, "Pompeii was pretty catchy," surprising Lucy, who had assumed Oona only appreciated dark and depressing songs. Lucy chimed in, "I'd never get into a Big Brother show, though."

As the conversation flowed, Oona sensed a genuine connection with Cameron. She could see beyond the glossy exterior of the celebrity and grasp the person behind the fame.

Deciding it was time to move on, Oona announced, "Well, we were actually about to leave the pub to play some music. You're welcome to join us if you fancy, Cameron."

Lucy, always ready for an impromptu musical gathering, added, "Yeah, we've got a little jam session planned. What do you say?"

After a pleasant stroll through the streets of Brighton and near the pier, the trio hopped on a bus, arriving at Oona's apartment around 5 pm.



The place seemed ordinary, the dwelling of a woman in her twenties, but a quick glance revealed the significance of music in Oona's life. Two bass guitars stood proudly next to a comfortable sofa, a small desk housed a computer and an 8-track recorder, while an acoustic guitar and a sleek black telecaster adorned the space.

Oona welcomed everyone in.

"Drinks, anyone?" she offered, heading towards the kitchen. As everyone settled, Oona continued, "Take a seat. Make yourselves comfortable."

The cozy living room quickly transformed into a makeshift jam space. Oona, already grabbing her bass, asked Cameron and Lucy, "So, what's the mood? Want to play something specific?"

Lucy, nodding in agreement, added, "Yeah, Oona, surprise us!"

Oona, fingers dancing over the bass strings, considered their options. "How about we start with something easy?

With a nod of agreement from her impromptu bandmates, they began to weave the chords and lyrics of the classic tune 'Sitting on the Dock of the Bay' into the cozy atmosphere of Oona's apartment.

Lucy asks Cameron if he can play this one.

Oona glanced at her guests, suggesting, "If you prefer, we can dive into something else".

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With a smooth transition, Cameron and Lucy joined Oona in playing, their voices blending seamlessly as they sang the last lines of the song together.

"Now I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wasting time."

Oona couldn't believe she was jamming with a huge star like Cameron. She also couldn't help but notice Lucy's impressive guitar skills.

"Hey, nice! You guys are good!" she exclaimed, a mixture of excitement and disbelief in her voice. Lucy was in the same state of mind "I can't believe I was playing with Cameron Jacobson!"

"And Oona Clarke!" Oona chimed in, playing along with the joke.

"Yeah, of course, Mrs. Clarke," Lucy added with a playful wink, earning laughter from the group. "LIVE from....Oona's sofa!".

Oona shared a fascinating tidbit she once heard about Otis Redding, how he died in a plane crash without knowing "Dock of the Bay" would become a massive hit. Lucy, ever the pragmatist, replied, "I wouldn't want to die before releasing a massive hit."

Oona nodded in agreement before turning to Cameron with a playful smirk. "Well, looks like you can die peacefully, Cameron. You're the only one here who's met success, in this room, aren't ya?"

Laughter filled the room, a warm and joyful atmosphere enveloping them.

Then, in a moment of simple clarity, Lucy spoke words that would linger in their minds for years to come.

"We should start a band."

Cameron chuckles at their enthusiasm. “You two are just so hilarious…of course I'd be game for jamming out with you guys more often, whether you need a guitarist, singer, or even a drummer I'm your guy”.

Cameron then smiles at them both. “So why aren't you ladies like mega famous or like models or something I could see you both being great models because well eh look at the both of you…wait did I just say that out loud”. Cameron says with a blushed look coming over his face.

Cameron threw Lucy as smirk as the pair where alone for a moment. "Play something huh, just what did you have in mind?" Cameron says with a chuckle. He couldn't lie in the fact he thought that both girls where beautiful but there was something about Lucy that just seemed to peaked his interest.

After a few moments of silence Cameron piped back up. "Honestly you deserve to be more than just a mere receptionist, like you pretty". He says with a flirtatious smirk.