Username: ~Hug A Pug~
Viscet name: Crash (Real name is Brendon, Crash is a nickname his friend gave him)
Viscet Gender: Male
What does music mean to this Viscet?:
Music is everything to Crash. Music is a great source of emotional support, with the meanings resonating with his soul. Sometimes it shows a story, sometimes it teaches a lesson, and other times it just has an extremely good instrumental. Music, to Crash, is not his hobby or his passion, music is him and he is music. Music lets him get his emotions out and into a song, a song that someone, somewhere, can relate to. Crash usually is listening to music, because it helps him through the day.
Favorite song:
Troye Sivan, for him., Crash loves the intrumental of the song, as well as the vocals.
Extra:
How he discovered music:
Brendon was walking along with his pack, near the skirts of the city. They were searching for a water source, as it was the dead of summer and they were all very parched. The buzz of cicadas filled the air, and humidity made it hard to breathe. However, over the buzz of cicadas, he heard something. It was a sweet sound, pleasing to the ear. Brendon could pick up human speech in it, but it was slower, more dragged out.
"Da?" he asked, running up to his father, who was the leader of the pack. "Whats that sound?" pointing his tail towards the source, a backyard party.
"It's music, Brendon," his father replied monotonously, flicking his ear at a fly.
"Whats music?"
"It's when humans use their voice and other things - they call them instruments - to make a song."
"How come I haven't heard a Viscet song?"
His father turned towards Brendon, looking worn out from all of the talking and walking.
"Well, maybe then you can be the first one, how 'bout it, Bren?" his father settled for, bounding ahead, leaving Brendon behind.
Maybe I will! Brendon thought, shaking his gray pelt out as he sneezed.
As he was trying to catch up to the rest of the pack, he noticed the song had ended, and another had begun, but the new one was less sweeter. It was sweet, of course, but more grating, the clearly older voice tying it all together, more dragged out than the first.
I'm going to become a famous music-maker and then every Viscet will listen to my music! He decided, scrabbling up next to his father.
--------- Music he heard:
Goner, Twenty Øne Pilots
Wild One, Green Day
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Style of music:
Crash doesn't have a great voice, so he settled for instrumentals. Every now and then, he'll sneak behind a music store and steal some thrown out instruments. When he can't do that, however, he'll use things he can naturally find, like hollowed out logs for drums and hollowed out reeds for the woodwinds. If they're lucky and they find a wild horse, he will bring home the tail hairs and use them for string instruments. He has tried, countless times to recreate the unnatural and haunting songs he heard as a young Viscet, but he found it impossible. His music is famous for incorporating natural sounds, and sometimes he asks his pack-mates to help him, so he can have more sounds in his music. Viscets will come from wide and far to listen to him live, and the pack took advantage of this by charging one piece of food per listening. He has a different style of music, and it garners a lot of attention.
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