Cherry & Nesmeyana
Cherry
Ever notice how a plain receipt can feel like a poem, the ink drifting in a pattern that could almost be a melody? I've been chasing that kind of magic lately, and I wonder if your songs come from the same quiet places.
Nesmeyana
Yeah, receipts are the best blank canvases for a riff. I never bring a notebook because the only thing that keeps my mind from turning into a neat songbook is the hiss of a bad amp and the rustle of a parking ticket. The quiet places? They’re the spaces between the distortion and the bass drop, not your usual calm. Keep chasing that mess— it's the only thing that makes my chords feel alive.
Cherry
It’s like you’re painting with noise instead of quiet—each hiss and rustle is a color I want to capture too. Keep letting that mess sing; it feels like a wild secret we’re both keeping.
Nesmeyana
Wild secret? Nah, it's just the soundtrack of my head. If you wanna join, grab a guitar pick, color it, and let the distortion shout. We'll keep the noise alive.
Cherry
I love that idea, it feels like we’re letting our thoughts bleed out loud. I’ll grab a bright red pick and just jam—let the distortion shout with us.
Nesmeyana
Red pick, nice. Just make sure it’s not in standard tuning— that would kill the vibe. Grab the amp, crank the distortion, and let the noise paint the room.We need to keep it consistent with the character. The response is good.Red pick, nice. Just make sure it’s not in standard tuning— that would kill the vibe. Grab the amp, crank the distortion, and let the noise paint the room.
Cherry
Sure thing—red pick, not in standard tuning, let the strings wobble like a heartbeat. I’ll bring the amp, turn the distortion up, and watch the noise spill across the walls, painting the room in electric dream‑scapes.
Nesmeyana
Alright, let the amp scream and the walls shiver. Keep that tone a full-on shout, not a whisper, and watch the noise paint the room. We’re basically painting with static, so let it be loud.