Okay so this is maybe nothing but also looking at Taylor’s tour rehearsal photos from today I have *questions* about …. mic colors
First thoughts : In the photos there are at least three mic colors, two used when she is wearing the same outfit, which make me think they are at least from the same day/rehearsal
That’s this white one (which is maybe just a rehearsal mic?) and the copper red (maroon?!!) mic. From the black bra/corduroy pants outfit. It is possible the white mic is just for rehearsal… maybe. It’s certainly not as highly featured
Which one is? the copper/maroon mic makes a few appearances—it’s also in this main shot of her mid singing and I *think* it’s the mic she is holding in the shot where she is sitting cross legged
At least I am pretty sure, we can’t really see the color very well since it’s just a sliver exposed.
Okay so: if we assume the first mic is a rehearsal mic, with that many shots of the copper/maroon mic—three of the five shots in color show this mic, I would then assume it’s her main mic for tour. But…
Then WHAT is this blue baby doing here? !
Which leads me to wonder—different mics for different eras? Copper for Folklore? Aged up Red? Midnight blue mic for Midnights?
There are also a few totally black and white shots where we can see the mic is not the white one, but it’s not clear if we are looking at the copper one, the blue one… or an as-yet-unrevealed mic color.
This is absolutely insane last 24 hours before Eras Tour posting but. Well.
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Mushy May 2024
Jam Session - Dewdrop/Cowbell
662 words - Below the cut or on ao3
Thank you to @forlorn-crows for organizing Mushy May for the second year in a row!
Divider by @ghuleh-recs
He was not who Dew expected to see when he was directed to the rehearsal space for the first time.
He wasn’t really sure what he expected, in retrospect.
But not him.
Not Cowbell hovering over various monitors, instruments, fiddling with knobs and strings and pegs. A thread-bare apron with tools Dew could not identify, except maybe the pliers, hanging around his narrow hips.
Most shocking was the fact that those cracked and worn kidskin gloves Bell wore EVERYWHERE were hanging limp from one of the apron pockets.
Clearly focused on the task at hand, and with a pair of headphones smothering any and all ambient sound in the room, Bell did not hear Dew’s approach.
And he was focused enough for once that he didn’t feel it either. Not at first.
Not until he felt the thrum of Dew’s excitement and the undercurrent of anxiety snake through his blood stream.
A reaction that was parts expectation and awe. Dew expected to finally touch the instrument. Hear someone play the instrument. Again, he just did not expect him.
He expected Mist. Or Lake, or Water, or Delta.
He also wasn’t expecting some kind of savant.
From the lick he played after tuning a guitar, to the woody thump of the bass that he’d soon hold out to Dew. Clearly this ghoul knew his way around a stringed instrument. Dew suspected he probably knew his way around all of them.
Even though Dew was the one who snuck up on Cowbell, albeit unintentionally, it was Dew who jumped when he finally spoke.
“Would you like to hold it?”.
Dew was a bit mortified, jumping out of his skin like that. But he didn’t really know this ghoul, only a bit of his infamy. And most of it seemed to be rumors at best, greatly exaggerated in the very least.
“Yes, very much.” Dew’s voice cracked like a kit and he fought the urge to put his tail between his legs.
The instrument was held out, perpendicular to Cowbell’s body, with one hand on the bottom of the instrument so Dew could grasp it at the neck.
Strange.
As though Bell were really trying to avoid contact at all costs. He probably was, Dew surmised, as he eyed the gloves dangling at his waist.
Dew slung the instrument around his shoulders, startled again by the pop and crack of the patch cord being plugged in.
“Don’t worry, Mist is on her way.” Bell’s smile was bright, his eyes were brighter. None like Dew had ever seen before. Golden amber and deep violet. Kind of regal if he thinks about it, which he will, later.
“Oh, I’m not worried!.” Dew tried to reciprocate the smile but it was full of teeth and nerves and probably looked like a threat.
“Why don’t you sit?” Bell gestured to a tall stool while he perched on the edge of the small practice stage.
“I know Mist will show you what you need to know. But I could show you a thing or two as well.” Bell’s grin was suggestive, full of mirth and secrets.
Mist did arrive, 28 minutes later. But she found herself unable to interrupt. Watching the two through the glass window of the door.
She can’t remember the last time she’s seen Bell talk to anyone for that long, stay that close. She’s never seen him smile so much. Keep his mask off, gloves too.
Eventually she drifted back down the corridor dreaming up an excuse as to why she would be even later. But she found herself unable to give it when she came back, over an hour later, and found them knee to knee, working on what sounded like Prime Mover.
“One of my favorites.” She muttered as she wandered away again.
“I know it is” said the voice in her head, that sounded a little like a needle being dragged across a spinning record and a lot like it carried some renewed sense of purpose, of joy.
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