He supposed he couldn’t blame her for wanting things to go well, but there was a small part of him that was offended by her assumption that he would not play well, or that he would be off key. Pietro might not have had a recording contract like she did, but he was usually too busy with his family, or the Avengers, to consider doing much more than the occasional album, and even then he was rarely patient enough to deal with a record label. Still, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and rolled his eyes, tongue pressing against the corner of his lips. “Let’s get started then.”
Strumming the strings of his guitar, Pietro shifted his weight on the stool and made himself comfortable before starting the first bar, blue eyes shifting occasionally to glance at the sheet music, but that was really just for show - Pietro had already memorized it, even in just those few seconds he’d looked them over, and had played the music in his head a billion times before they’d finished their conversation. Every note was on time, every chord was correct, and despite her warnings Pietro did occasionally add in a little grace note here or there… but it never deviated far from what was on the page.
Alison smiled proudly, before beginning her song herself, she had already been graced with the opportunity to practice at home, and well, where ever she wanted. It was her style to just not care, or at least pretend like she didn’t. She could only just here Pietro’s strumming over the loud beats of the base which rung through the headphones.
The words came naturally to her, seeing as nearly everything rhymed it was all most an instinct to say the right words. And luckily, always be nigh on perfect pitch - with only some slight deviation where ever her voice started to give. Battle cries weren’t really that soothing on ones vocal cords. She stopped before she reached the chorus, waiting to here the feedback from the producer. Because, while she felt that it was perfect - there was always some slight annoyance or aggravation that kept them from liking it, and besides, even if they did absolutely hate it, they could edit it or just edit in the bits that they liked into the final cut. She had been through the process so many times that it had become second nature for her to sing a few bars and wait for someone to tell her to keep going on - she only hoped Pietro got that notion, because she really didn’t want to have to shout at him, or make him angry.
