Comms open: Commission Sheet

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This was certainly quite the way to celebrate a record's anniversary, Hayley thought as she was brought to the final step of the record production. She had been squished, pressed, and was about to be packaged, all thanks to her own mistake.

Having had an interest in the making of a vinyl record, the frontwoman of Paramore decided to tag along and see as the copies of the 15th anniversary version of the band’s album “Riot!” were being produced. It was during this when she helped make quite the unique limited edition record.

Standing a bit too close to one of the record presses. She managed to all in, whereupon she was squashed and imprinted with her own music. Made immobile, she did nothing as she was given a front row view of making a record.

At least until she was packaged and stored away. After that, she was forced into nothing but darkness, with barely any sound piercing through her packaging. She didn’t even know how long she was stuck like this, probably days. She was certain that it would be a while until she was found.

After the days spent stuck in layers of paper, cardboard, and plastic wrap, Hayley Williams was more than happy to see light again. Although, despite how dim it was, it still blinded her. Then again, after she had been packaged, she had been kept in darkness.

Now, though, she was out of it. Hayley watched as this young woman, her ‘owner’, looked over her. Inspecting her. Checking to see if her grooves contained any blemishes or scratches, and to see if any bits of paper and hair were upon her.

Satisfied, the woman brought her over to her turntable. She settled her on carefully, lining up her center hole onto the spindle. Now, upon the record player, all that she could do was stare as the woman flicked a switch, turning on the machine.

As soon as she did, she began to spin in circles, her view becoming unintelligible, all of it melding together. Overhead, she saw the faint outline of the tonearm start to come into view, followed by it rapidly declining onto her being. She felt as the needle pressed down.

It wasn’t painful, it just felt weird. Once it had settled, she began to play. It was quite the scenario. Here she was, Hayley Williams, little more than a record containing her band’s own album. Her body soon began to emit the sound of herself, she was the frontwoman of the band after all.

With the dizzying motion of her body constantly spinning, all while playing her own music began to make her mind fuzzy. It took a short while to gain her bearings again, and as she did, she recognized what song was playing out of her, “Misery Business.”

As the tune was playing, two things stuck out to her. One, the line “but God, does it feel so good” struck as highly ironic right now. Two, she only had a couple of songs before she’d be flipped over and blinded again as her backside emitted the b-side of “Riot!”

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