Mixing a track

When Sindii wasn't hiding in her apartment or on stage as Candii she was in the studio. One of her favorite things to do what chill in a studio making mix tracks with random beats and voice clips or random people. She sat in the chair with a smoke in her mouth playing around with the equipment.

Jiro slightly opened the door to the studio, peeking in to see who was in it. He seen a red haired girl, deciding to keep his position at the door and peeking in. That is, if he kept his cover.

Unfortunately, the doors hinges had already squeaked, meaning he was probably busted.

Sindii put the music on pause hearing the door she looked behind her and seen him. "uh... hi..." She said taking the smoke out of her mouth to ash it in the ashtray.

He blinked, opening the door more, half his body hidden by it. "Ey."

He lifted his hand and scratched the back of his neck. "Hows' it goin'?"

She raised a eyebrow at him, "Good, you can come in if you like."

He walked in, looking around. "Huh.. I've never been in this place before.. usually they kick me out.."

He looked at the girl, grinning nervously at her raised eye brow. He leaned against one of the walls and pulled out his lighter, flicking it over and over again out of habit, and stared at the red head.

"What's your name?"

"Sindii, but most people call me Sin" She replied and turned back to the equitment. "Whats yours?"

"Jiro. Most people don't even call me Jiro, because usually people don't want to talk to me." He smirked. "Nice to meet you, Sin."

She laughed lightly, "like wise." She replied and butted out her smoke after taking one last drag. "Why dont people talk to you?"

He shrugged. "I guess the way I am would be one good reason for them."

He eyed the lighter in his hand, then put it back in his pocket. "I'm not necessarily what you would call 'sane'."

This made her laugh again. "Good because sane people are boring." She said with a grin.

He smirked. "Glad we agree on that."

"Indeed we do." She replied pulling out her pack of smokes and took one out. "Want one?" She asked holding out the pack to him as she lit hers.

"Sure," He took one with a smile, putting it in his lips and lighting it.

"Thanks."

"No worries." She replied taking a long drag, "Nothing like slow death." she smirked.

"Exactly." He replied with a smirk of his own. "So, what'cha up to?"

"Just mixing a new track." She replied, "Nothing special."

"May I listen to it, or..?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"uh.. sure." She replied and unplugged the ear phones as she hit play. The song came on it was just some dance beats mixed with a heavy metal sound and some random voice clips from movies.

He blinked, amazed. "Wow, that's good. It gives me the sudden urge to dance.. but I can't dance so I wont."

She laughed, "I cant dance ether so i guess there are no rules to dancing here." She said. "Go ahead and dance as poorly as you want."

He grinned, put his smoke in the ashtray, without putting it out, and started jumping around. When he wasn't jumping, he was either doing some sort of moon walk, doing the robot, or random other moves that have no name.

She laughed spinning in her chair. "Weeeeee." She yelled out giggling.

He stopped, his breathing heavy and sweat on his forehead. "Whew, that's a real workout.."

He laughed. "Okay, I think I'm done dancing for today."

She nodded as she laughed, "So thats why dancers are so thin."