Scenario:Satyr - Lessons We Can Learn

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Lessons We Can Learn

Medusa, Baal, and Nezha walk in on Satyr and Lyria's singing practice. Medusa and Nezha express interest in music, and so their new band, Primal-★-Slap, is officially formed. After Baal suggests a joint performance between Primal-★-Slap and the Doss, the two bands get right to rehearsing.



Satyr and Lyria, both donning their superstar outfits, enjoy their singing practice.
Satyr: Aw yeah! We were in a groove back there!
Lyria: Mm-hm! That was perfect!
Satyr: Music is pretty great! Now I can see why Baally's so serious about it.
Baal: What's this about me?
Satyr: Gack! B-Baally? What are you doing here!
Medusa: It looked like you two were up to something, so we had to check it out for ourselves.
Nezha: Upon closer inspection, it seems you two were merely singing.
Satyr: Meddy's here too? And Nez?
Medusa: Judging from those new threads and the way you're acting, are you still fantasizing about that band you created a while back?
Satyr: Ehehe... You got me!
Baal: I don't know what Medusa is referring to, but I'm curious about your sudden interest in music.
Satyr: Okay, so hear me out! When mortals and primal beasts listen to music, you can tell they're enjoying it!
Satyr: So when listening to music together, it's like the walls between us get knocked down, and there's an unspoken emotional connection.
Satyr: I just thought that was the bee's knees!
Nezha: One cannot understand a book if they cannot read, but music is universal.
Satyr: Exactly!
Baal: If that's what you think, then why not form a full band, complete with musical accompaniment?
Satyr: It was on my to-do list, I swear! But I figured you'd be too tired to do back-to-back performances.
Satyr: With just me, Meddy, and Nez, I didn't want you to feel left out!
Medusa: You all act like we're actually gonna do this...
Satyr: Wait, are you out, Meddy?
Medusa: Hey, I never said that! I-it's not like I hate the idea or anything...
Nezha: As I've said before, music has a profound appeal I'd like to explore.
Baal: If I am not there to provide balance, the only thing the rest of you will create is dissonance.
Medusa: Just tell us if you want to do something. Don't beat around the bush.
Satyr: So does that mean you're all okay with the band thing?
Nezha: That it does.
Satyr: Woo-hoo! Primal-★-Slap is back in action! Can I get a round of applause?
Medusa: Geez, chill out... So what do you want us to do anyway?
Medusa: According to your fantasy band, Baal plays the guitar, and Nezha's on the drums.
Medusa: That leaves me as the lead guitarist and vocalist, right?
Satyr: That's a pretty good memory you've got there. Great summary, Meddy!
Medusa: As if I could forget. You've practically drilled it into my skull.
Nezha: But in the end, the band broke up.
Baal: Hm? How did that happen?
Medusa: No one needs to know about that! It's too dumb to explain anyway!
Medusa: I thought you were playing the bass, Satyr. Now you're on vocals too?
Satyr: Yep! Lyria opened my eyes to the fascinating world of crooning when we were practicing together!
Satyr: So including Lyria, that gives us three vocalists, which should be pretty interesting!
Medusa: Ever heard the phrase "too many cooks in the kitchen"? More than half the band are singers. Seems like overkill.
Lyria: Um, about that...
Lyria: Maybe your band should only be for the Primal Pals.
Satyr: Wha? Are you saying you don't... You don't like us anymore?
Lyria: N-no, of course not! But I was never part of the Primal Pals or Primal-★-Slap to begin with...
Lyria: I'd only be getting in everyone's way.
Satyr: Objection! If that were true, I wouldn't have asked you to join us!
Baal: ...
Baal: I understand Lyria's concern. Have we considered the possibility of collaborating with another band?
Baal: For instance, we invite Lyria as a guest vocalist from the Doss.
Baal: Aoidos appears to be away on various tours at the moment, but Rackam and Vyrn are more than adequate to step up.
Baal: Since Lyria is performing as part of the Doss, she won't have to feel conflicted.
Satyr: That's a fantastic idea! Good thinking, Baally!
Medusa: Yeah, that works out pretty okay, I guess. But aren't you forgetting you're part of the Doss too? Which band are you playing for?
Baal: Both. I never strictly joined the Doss, thus I'm free to play wherever I please.
Satyr: Does that sound okay to you, Lyria?
Lyria: Yeah, I can work with that!
Satyr: Then it's settled! Wheee! This is going to be amazing!
With the unexpected formation of Primal-★-Slap going from fantasy to reality, its members get busy with rehearsal.

Lessons We Can Learn: Scene 2

As the two bands rehearse, a number of issues regarding stylistic choices and musical interpretations begin to cause friction between members. Satyr listens to everyone's differing opinions and proposes they experiment rather than force a single unified sound. By following her proposal, the members come to understand each other better as they rehearse.



Primal-★-Slap and the Doss begin rehearsing for their joint performance.
First they split into two groups—vocals and instrumentals—in order to learn their parts.
Satyr: Phew... I swear we've been singing for hours!
Lyria: Yeah... My throat is a little dry.
Satyr: Don't wear out those pipes now! Here, I got you some water!
Lyria: Thank you!
Satyr: Here's yours, Meddy!
Medusa: Thanks.
Medusa: ...
Satyr: What's up, Meddy? Did you want it cold?
Medusa: No, water's fine. I'm worried that something's not meshing, but I can't put my finger on it.
Medusa: I don't know. If you two haven't noticed it, maybe it's just my imagination.
Satyr: Ah, so it wasn't just me. I don't know how to describe it either.
Lyria: Actually... I think it might have to do with me.
Satyr: Huh? How so?
Lyria: The Doss plays a lot of rock, so that's kind of what I got used to singing.
Lyria: But when I listen to you and Medusa, I think your style is more like pop?
Satyr: Uh-huh, uh-huh! I wish we could sing with more of an edge, but it's not exactly easy for us.
Satyr: Meddy's bubblier than you think. You should hear her sing to Medusiana!
Medusa: Hey! Who're you calling bubbly!
Lyria: Since my singing style clashes with yours, it's dragging things down for everyone...
Satyr: No way, Lyria! It's not like that at all! C'mon, you have to stay positive!
Medusa: Yeah, I don't think you're hurting us. It's probably better in the long run to get used to lots of different styles.
Lyria: Okay, then I'll try my best to match your singing!
Satyr: ...
Satyr: (If I want to capture what I felt at the music festival, is this really the way to do it?)
Medusa: (Satyr?)
Satyr: Sorry, I can't let you do that, Lyria!
Satyr: You just keep singing how you're singing. Don't worry about adjusting to us.
Lyria: But if I don't, then—
Satyr: You're such a kind person, Lyria. You feel the need to keep others happy, even at your own expense.
Satyr: But seeing the coming together of mortals and primal beasts is what hits me in the heart!
Satyr: Despite our different cultures, backgrounds, and perspectives, that all goes out the window at a concert! Everyone's just there to have a good time!
Satyr: I'm not saying we should all literally become as one. More like... getting in tune with nature! How cool would that be?
Satyr: Erm... Does that make any sense? Sorry, I'm bad at explaining stuff.
Medusa: In other words, forcing yourself to be something you're not isn't the point.
Satyr: Yeah! That's it, Meddy!
Satyr: So you do you, Lyria!
Lyria: Okay! I'll just be me!
Medusa: Now we're back to square one.
Satyr: Hm...
Satyr: I'm sure it'll work itself out as we keep practicing!
Medusa: We could—you know—actually brainstorm some solutions first... But honestly I agree with you.
Rackam: Hold on, hold on! This is way too hard!
Medusa: Hm? Sounds like the others got into an argument.
Baal: Feel the notes. Let it meld with your instincts.
Rackam: Oh sure, that'd be easy if I had your skills, but I don't. You're askin' for a lot here, buddy.
Vyrn: Is it really that hard? When I listen to music, I start tappin' my feet and stuff without even thinking. Feels pretty natural to me.
Nezha: Hm. I can certainly appreciate where Baal is coming from.
Nezha: However, one could argue that "feeling the notes" produces different tempos and rhythms each time a song is played.
Nezha: Because the music is never consistent, we may never arrive at a cohesive arrangement.
Medusa: Guess we're not the only ones dealing with issues.
Satyr: No fighting, boys!
Satyr quickly steps in, listening to the musicians' gripes in an attempt to mediate.
Baal and Vyrn prefer an improvisational approach while Nezha and Rackam insist on staying true to the sheet music.
The two sides are clearly divided.
Lyria: Everyone makes good points...
Medusa: Well, not totally unexpected when you mix primals, mortals, and a lizard together.
Vyrn: How many times do I have to say it! I ain't a lizard!
Satyr: (Maybe it's harder than I thought for mortals and primals to play nice with each other...)
Medusa: ...
Rackam: By the way, Vyrn, I seem to remember you stuck pretty close to what was written during the music festival.
Vyrn: We didn't have a ton of time to rehearse, y'know. I had to drum my tail off just to keep up.
Vyrn: But it's not like we've got a deadline now though, right? What's wrong with having a little fun?
Vyrn: Should be okay to make mistakes this time, so I wanna tinker with a bunch of stuff.
Rackam: Fine, I get that, but—
Satyr: Tinker, huh...
Satyr: Ah! That's it! Why didn't I figure it out sooner!
Satyr: Trial and error is a good thing! We shouldn't be obsessed with constraining ourselves to one style!
Vyrn: What's that supposed to mean?
Satyr: Right now we have a stalemate between Team Intuition and Team Fidelity. Who's right?
Satyr: Obviously we should test out both ways.
Baal: You're suggesting that we perform once intuitively, then perform the second time methodically?
Satyr: Ding, ding, ding!
Baal: I never claimed to be unsympathetic to Nezha's and Rackam's opinions. After all, we must begin with a solid foundation.
Baal: It wouldn't hurt to revisit the basics on this occasion.
Nezha: Frameworks are important for any structure.
Nezha: However, when a live audience is added to the mix, being flexible to their needs is paramount.
Nezha: I failed to take that into account due to my lack of experience as a performer.
Baal: Heh, I see.
Rackam: All right, let's give it a shot! Give me some improv tips, Vyrn!
Vyrn: You got it! And I'll make sure I follow the sheet music the best I can!
Lyria: Heehee. Looks like everyone's getting along again!
Medusa: Good job, Satyr.
Satyr: Ehehe... Aw, it was nothing!
Satyr: I was just saying whatever popped into my head, you know?
Satyr: Say, why don't we copy them and give both rock and pop styles a whirl?
Satyr: No, wait! Why stop at two? We should dive into a whole bunch of different styles!
Satyr: That way we can figure out what resonates with us and bring our sound closer together!
Satyr: What do you think, Meddy? Lyria?
Medusa: Meh, might as well, right? We've already spent all this time practicing and stuff, so...
Lyria: I like the idea too! Let's sing until we drop!
Satyr: Yay! Okay, enough gabbing and more singing!
Inspired by Satyr's recommendations, the singers and instrumentalists split off to rehearse once more.

Lessons We Can Learn: Scene 3

The two bands hold a concert on the ship's deck, performing together without a hitch, and everyone is left satisfied. Later that night, a wistful Satyr wonders how the past could've been different had lessons been learned from conflict. A concerned Medusa asks Satyr what's bothering her, but Satyr hides behind a nonanswer.



Satyr: Is everybody ready to rock?
Medusa: I'm always ready!
Nezha: I as well.
Baal: I'll keep us on tempo.
Satyr: Awesome possum! Hit it!
On Satyr's cue, Primal-★-Slap makes its debut.
The crew members in the audience holler and cheer.
Vyrn: Hah! If you think they're good, get a load of this!
Rackam: Heck yeah! Let's show these rookies how the pros do it!
Lyria: Here I go!
The Doss joins in with their signature sound, and the two bands play in harmony.
By the time anyone notices, it's already starting to get dark outside.
Medusa: Huff... Wheeze... Bleh! I'm done!
Vyrn: No kidding. Can't even lift my arms anymore...
Rackam: Same here. My fingers are dead, haha...
Lyria: It was so worth it though!
Satyr: Yep! What a show! Who knew performing could be this much fun!
Satyr: Makes me want to shout out to all the primal beasts and mortals out there that life is worth living!
Medusa: Where in the world do you get your energy from?
Baal: In any case, it was a satisfying gig.
Nezha: This experience has taught me a new thing or two.
Satyr: Thanks a lot, everyone! This is one memory I'll never forget!
Medusa: Geez, you're so dramatic. We can always do this again whenever.
Satyr: Oh... Hey, yeah! You're right! There's still lots of fun to be had!
The beaming smile on Satyr's face is almost as radiant as the setting sun itself.
After the performance, Satyr stares off into the starry sky alone.
Satyr: Today was a smashing success!
Satyr: We're all different in our own ways, so we don't always see eye to eye.
Satyr: But if you can talk it out with each other instead of fearing ridicule, good things can happen!
Satyr: To be honest, I'm glad things worked out back there...
Medusa: What's with the long face?
Lyria: Are you feeling tired?
Satyr: Hey, you two! Ehehe... Just going through some thoughts in my head.
Medusa: Again? You've been doing that a lot today.
Satyr: Really? Hadn't noticed.
Medusa: And you thought I wouldn't? I've known you for way too long for that.
Satyr: Aw, how sweet of you, Meddy! I can feel the love!
Medusa: Yeah, yeah. So? Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?
Satyr: Hm... Well, it's...
Satyr:
Satyr: A secret!
Medusa: Hey!
Satyr: I'm on a mission to be the coolest, most mysterious primal beast to ever wear this costume!
Medusa: Um, what?
Satyr: And the first step to being mysterious is to keep oodles of secrets!
Medusa: You've got to be kidding me!
Satyr: Haha, sorry!
Medusa: Huh? For what!
Lyria: C-calm down, Medusa—
Medusa: Lyria! Help me crack her open!
Lyria: Huh?
Satyr: Hehe, Meddy and Lyria go together like jam and bread!
Medusa: Don't change the subject!
Satyr enjoys a good laugh as Medusa and Lyria are left at a loss.
Today's memories will be added to the stack of others she's cherished over the many years of her long existence.