Scenario:Satyr - Making the Band

Making the Band

Satyr was touched by the way a recent music festival in Auguste brought mortals and primal beasts together despite their differences. She fantasizes about singing in her own band comprised of the Primal Pals. Lyria happens by and suggests they sing together, and after Satyr gets a new outfit, they begin to practice.

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Several days have passed since the crew appeared in a music festival in Auguste.

Satyr replays the performances of that day in her head, happily humming the tunes to herself.

Satyr: ...

Satyr: Baally looked pretty slick up there on stage, and Lyria's smile just melts you heart.

Satyr: The bands were vibing. The crowd was vibing. It was like everyone was in harmony with each other! I'm so jealous!

Satyr: Maybe—just maybe—I can get a taste of that togetherness too if I form my own band.

Being at the music festival seems to have made a deep impression on Satyr. She remembers fantasizing about what a band comprised of the Primal Pals might look like.

Satyr: Baally plays the guitar, and Nez thrashes the drums while Meddy sings.

Satyr: Ehehe... Just imagining it again gets my creative juices flowing.

Satyr: It's too bad everyone's busy though. I'd love to try it for realsies, but I don't wanna be pushy...

Satyr: Good thing I can be as pushy as I want in my own imagination!

Satyr: Okay, so imaginary Baally stands here... Then I put imaginary Meddy here... And imaginary Nez goes here!

Satyr: Lastly, I get center stage. Yep, this setup looks good to me.

After instructing her invisible bandmates where to stand, the primal beast straps on her air guitar and shreds like no tomorrow.

Satyr: Yahoo! Rock your body! Primal-★-Slap's back, all right!

Lyria: Looking good, Satyr!

Satyr: Ack! Lyria! How long have you been standing there for!

Lyria: It looked like you were pretending to play the guitar, so I came over to watch.

Satyr: Oh, geez, you saw all that? Blegh, I'm so embarrassed!

Lyria: Are you interested in music?

Satyr: Ehehe... You could say that.

Satyr: Remember the music festival we went to in Auguste?

Satyr: Watching Baally and the others perform was inspirational.

Satyr: But the best part was seeing everyone move and sway as one!

Satyr: Mortals and primal beasts setting aside their differences moved me to tears!

Lyria: Uh-huh! That's how I felt too!

Lyria: It's so heartpounding singing in front of so many people up on stage!

Satyr: I can imagine! Talk about an unforgettable experience!

Satyr: That's what got me thinking about forming my own band.

Lyria: Oh, so that's why you were pretending to play a guitar.

Satyr: Right on!

Satyr: On the other hand, do you think it's weird for a primal beast to have an interest in music? Ignoring Baally of course.

Lyria: No, I don't think so.

Lyria: Fun is fun, right? Sometimes I start singing to myself out of the blue. It's not weird at all!

Satyr: Yeah, I guess you're right... No, I know you're right!

Satyr: Heehee, thanks, Lyria!

Satyr: Hey, so I'm just throwing this out there, but...

Satyr: Do you want to perform with me?

Lyria: I don't mind at all, but what about the rest of the Primal Pals?

Satyr: I mean, I thought about inviting the others, but Baally's probably tuckered out from playing at the festival.

Satyr: The Primal Pals are an inseparable quartet! We'll simply have to wait for our next chance.

Satyr: For now though, let's rehearse so I'll be ready for the real thing with the Primal Pals! I'm sure you can teach me loads of stuff!

Lyria: I don't know how helpful I can be, but I'd be happy to!

Satyr: Yay! Score one for me!

Satyr: I've always dreamed of doing a duet with Meddy, and I think I'm getting one step closer!

Satyr: You're such a pro at singing, Lyria. I can't wait to get trained by a master!

Lyria: A pro? Me? Ehehe... Oh no, I'm blushing...

Lyria: Okay! I'll teach you everything I know!

Lyria: If I can do it, you can too! Do you mind waiting while I go get changed?

Satyr: Oh, into the same clothes you wore during the festival?

Lyria: Yes! I don't know how many chances I'll get to wear it.

Satyr: Ooh, that'll make things feel official! Now we're really cooking!

Satyr: Your outfit's way too cute! It'll double—no, triple—the fun factor.

Lyria: Then why don't you get some new clothes too, Satyr?

Satyr: Um... You think I should?

Lyria: Take it from me: you'll feel even more hyped up when you get dressed up!

Satyr: Okay, you've sold me! Let's both feel the rush of being on stage!

Satyr: Help me pick something out, Lyria!

Lyria: Okay!

The two singers discuss various outfit ensembles and enlist the help of another crew member to bring their vision to life.

Satyr: What's up, cool cats! Do I rock the look or what?

Lyria: You sure do! You look so cool and sophisticated!

Satyr: Oh, stop! My ego can't take it!

Satyr: I especially like how we complement each other, like coffee and cream!

Lyria: I'm so glad we decided to do this!

Satyr: Thanks for the idea, Lyria! Love ya!

Satyr wraps Lyria in a big hug and presses her cheek against the other girl's cheek.

Lyria: Eep! Satyr?

Satyr: Nothing wrong with a thank-you snuggle!

The pair share a hearty laugh and then start their practice session.