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Day 1: Audition​

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"So tell me right now, you think you're ready for it."
- Panic! at the Disco​

Friday, March 23, 2018

Summary: Ready or not- today is the big day. Two weeks have passed since the first appearance of a certain set of pamphlets surrounding the campus, announcing the opening of a band's audition. A band still unnamed, beginning from nothing but a crew of one and the dreams of a young boy. Can they possibly rise to the top? What can possibly wait for them by the very end of the line? Young people of different background, different personalities, all gathered with a single passion and goal. A group so trivialized, named one in a million. No one expected anything, not even Logan himself. This is only the beginning of their story, the start of a new chapter. This is the birth of a new legend.
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logan kingsleigh.​

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mood: nervous ✦ location: crystal music hall✦ time: 5:00 PM
tags: n/a







At first it was only dark.

Each step resounded across the halls, bouncing through every wall and back. Nothing was heard beside it, and for a while silence ensued. The steppings continue, the thumping of soles against wood, before after a while it halted into a stop. Then with a whirl, blazing light surged within the room, illuminating the figure of a boy standing in the middle of a stage.

It was a breathtaking view for Logan Kingsleigh, gazing back at rows and rows of empty seats, yellow light blinding in front of him. The day was Friday, at five o’clock sharp. He had rushed all the way from his last class, skipping his usual coffee stop and rushed all the way towards the Crystal Music Hall. He found it in himself very lucky he could rent out such a place. After all, the place was way too lavish to be dedicated to a single audition, one he was unsure would even run. It could have been a studio, as he initially have planned, yet by a miraculous chance, an acquaintance of his father managed to give him a discount. If anything, this much of a prestigous space could at least aid him in getting attention.

Dread that had settled the night before began to resurface, beating his heart against his chest like the constant thuds of drumming. Whatever he had only dreamed of is either going to finally come true- or, perhaps, not at all. His chances are to be determined within these next few hours, how he would spend the rest of his time in university. After that would have been work, and by that it would have been too late. His childhood dream would cease to exist.

No. Try not to think about it. There was nothing he could have done at the moment anyway, nothing but perhaps waiting. Specks of dust dances before him, beckoning the rows and rows of velvet empty seats. If this were to work, would he have a performance as such for his own? No. This wouldn’t have been enough. What about a stadium? The male began to picture the seats slowly being filled with people, cheering. Chanting the band’s name over and over again. Chanting his name.

Logan anxiously checked his watch for what have perhaps been the millionth of time. Ten minutes until designated time. The blonde glanced back, eyeing the set stage he has asked to prepare, and perhaps it was quite intimidating. A set of drums rested just in the middle, next to it rested a single plugged keyboard, then a standing mike, a bass. And a single guitar.

The male picked it up, weighing it in his arms before slinging the strap over his shoulder. Gibson. Double humbucker. He wished he could have brought his own guitar, yet perhaps the risk is too huge to be used by other people. Logan turned to face the empty hall once again, hand against the stem of the guitar. He have presented himself in highschool talent shows before, and perhaps a few events here and there, but could it be the same? The thought of so many-

He pushed it at the back of his mind again. It was only the beginning of their journey, after all. There was nothing to boast about just yet, nor anything to imagine. What matter is now, how he would judge, how he would recruit. Of course, if anyone were to come at all. Logan sighed, closing his eyes. He let his mind run as his fingers drifted over the strings, pressing a single chord before followed by a single strum. The faint noise of a guitar rang, though it being unplugged, it was nothing more than a small voice, one that no one could possibly hear but himself. Then he began to sing.

First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed,
but then comes the curses of diamonds and rings-

Logan immediatelly stopped when the sound of a door open rang within the otherwise lonely hall. He instantly turned towards the source of the voice, checking his watch by his wrist.

5:00 PM

And at the door’s opening, he saw, a figure by the silhouette, peeking in.





















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[Cosmic_Chaos]

Micheal 'Mike' Westwood

Mood: Anxious and terrified ✦ Location: Dorm Room✦ Time: 4:45 PM​

To say Mike was nervous, would be an understatement. He had signed up, and immediately regretted it, thinking that Logan would come up to him and talk to him. But Logan didn't. So that was somewhat relieving. But it didn't help Calm Mike down right now. He was pacing in his room, nervous as all hell. He had already gone out and Got his own Microphone, though he knew it would be a waste since he was expecting to be told no as soon as he walked on stage. But... His voice should be okay, right? He kept it warm, he made sure he didn't sound as if he rarely talks. He drank some honey and lemon tea no matter how awful the honey tastes. He was thinking on sticking to honey honestly- no, back on track! He made some more honey tea, without the lemon, to possibly calm his nerves. Mike knew he had to wait, but he hated being early. But he didn't want to have that much attention on him. How Ironic since he signed up for the singer role.

Lets just say he was a mess. An Anxious, nervous, self-loathing, low self esteemed mess. Why is he even going to bother again? Too make sure Logan doesn't get hurt the voice of reason in his head told him. He laughed, he was going crazy. But after years of knowing Logan, it was understandable. He knew Logan didn't get much sleep, Logan was still when he was asleep, but constantly moved when awake. Enough about Logan, he needed something to focus on. He couldn't move while holding his tea, lest it spilled, and he had to wait for it to cool to do anything. Hot tea didn't help his throat. He learned that the hard way. He decided he'd try to sing, or hum, but nothing came to his head. Shit, that was what his Anxiety was kicking him for. He hadn't prepared a song to sing. He thought of some songs before grabbing his computer. Covering a song that reflects him, and he can sing. Hmm.... Found it. the Jonathan Young cover of Black horse and ET Mix. And he could sing both parts, without changing the lyrics, to show that he was Bi. Was that too in the face? Well, he knew the lyrics well enough, and even if he went off, no one would notice too much right?

He whines, which sounded weird in his voice. He couldn't do high notes, so it sounded almost pathetic. But at least his voice was loud-was that even a good thing? He really needed to stop self-doubting. Who wanted a singer who doubted themselves every five minutes? He could play the drums, and he wouldn't be noticed for his over-average tall-ness, but there was probably 3 better people who could play the drums three times better than him. Besides, he started off music with singing. It wasn't as if he could afford his own drums at a young age, and his mother had enough on her plate. He felt his tea, it was hot, but not too hot, so he drunk it. Tea was the only other thing he could drink other than his bad addiction to the Canned drinks he would have. Coffee was too biter, and he couldn't drink normal water. Though Filtered didn't have much of a taste. So the canned drinks was the thing he went to in his time of need. But... They would just make his need to burp a lot, and that would be embarrassing. And with his self-confidence, he didn't need to be embarrased anymore.

He looked at the time as suspected it was about time to start going. He would be on time, if he can't be early. He refused to be late. He grabbed his phone, downloaded his desired song, made sure he had the song on repeat so he knew the words even better, finished his drink, and was about to grab his school bag and realised, he didn't need it. So he just grabbed his 'non-school bag' as Valerie called it, and Left. It had his general nessessities, such as a notepad, pens, paper, general stationary stuff, his Wallet, His phone, headphones, earphones, Keys. Most people called it a girls bag, but it was so helpful. He didn't have to look through his main bag for anything! He made his way towards the Hall, and Mike wondered how Logan got the money to rent it out. Then again, it probably didn't cost much. He opened the door shyly and peeked his head in, and saw no one but Logan. Shit, he was too early. Well, no time like the present anyway. He shuffled in, and smiled shyly at the smaller boy.

"Hey Logan. I'm assuming that this is where the auditions are being kept?" He asked, his shyness showing through big time. Ah this wasn't going to end well for him. "So... What's the plan then? Wait for everyone to arrive?" He asked trying to be a bit more confident. This was Logan for Christ sake. Logan. An old friend who he literally shares a room with. "I feel like I've entered a job interview. It's nerve-wracking." He whines lightly, but smiled anyway.

Laughing Lunatic​

 

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"Darla! My shift's over, I'm heading off!" Yelled Damian to his coworker from the backroom of Cafe Garamond.

Getting out of the green and yellow uniform apron the coffeeshop provided him, Damian put on his jacket and hurriedly left the small cafe he worked in. It wasn't too far from NYU, so he can quickly walk to his dorm, pick up his guitar and leave for the audition. It was 16:37 but it was more than enough time, the hall wasn't that far, he was sure of it. And as he made his way, he found his steps where the comforting noise that were just needed, since he somehow managed to forget his crappy off-brand earphones somewhere.

Across the campus he walked off, checking his pockets to make sure he got his phone and his dorm keys (would suck if he lost them again). Arriving pretty fast, at 16:53, into his small dorm room, packed wall to wall with different posters and momentos (including Mister Fluffles under the tiny twin sized bed). He spotted and grabbed his guitar, in it's shiny black case, packed with it's delay pedal. Auditions where important, Damian needed to make a good first impression if he was going to do this properly.

He looked at the pamphlet one last time before going to the audition. 'Crystal Music Hall? Dang, someone must have a lot of cash on 'em.' He thought and ran off, (careful so he wouldn't fall, we don't want breaking guitars now do we?).

Checking his phone he saw that it was 17:07..., 'Slightly late, but hey, late is fashionable!'. He pushed the doors open and spotted two guys, one whose hair was almost identical to his (if he thought about it, his was paler and straighter, but still!), and one who had a cup of tea and a rather nice pair of glasses on his face.

"Is this where the audition for... uh... PandaTown... is happening?"

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[Ineptitude]

♬ Chun "Happy" Ji-Hyun ♬​

Happy, as a general rule, hid her emotions. She figured they were valuable intel she'd rather not hand over, and so at all times, her lips were tugged up into a carefully crafted smile. But today was different. She was tingling from head to toe. Excitement poured out of her like sunshine through fine white linen; she glowed from the inside out. The smile that cracked her face was one of almost childlike anticipation as she bounced from what foot to another. She just had a good feeling about the day, nothing that felt this right could possibly go wrong. It just couldn't.

She made quick strides across the pavement, boots thumping against the concrete. The grip she had on her precious treasure tightened to the point that her knuckles turned white. Already, she could see the hall emerging from the horizon, eliciting a relieved sigh to escape from her parted lips. Immediately afterwards, Happy could feel disappointed in herself well up inside her. She had meant to get there much earlier, but as per usual she had been distracted by the smallest of things. A particularly interesting crack on the sidewalk by the park. An adorable Dalmatian puppy that had run around her in circles. A really good sale on poultry and dairy products at the local supermarket. As such, she had ended up ten minutes late to the auditions.

Not a very good first impression.

Channelling every once of bravery she had at the moment, she entered the hall, only to be met with four unfamiliar faces. Inwardly, she was glad to see that the auditions haven't quite started yet. Her samchon would have been furious with her had that been the case, and she'd rather not deal with his rare, yet terrifying bouts of rage. Happy adjusted the hold she had on the large rectangular bag she carried on her back, flashing the quartet of men an apologetic smile.

"Hello!" She greeted with a shallow bow. "Please excuse my tardiness. I was sort of... distracted on the way here." A nervous laugh bubbled from her lips as she rubbed the back of her neck.

Mood: Excited and Anxious Location: Crystal Music Hall Interaction: s e v e n Cosmic_Chaos macrombie ​

 

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NADIA ABBOT

outfit: x | where: crystal music hall |
with: everyone | tags: everyone

Nadia had no idea what she was doing, and to be honest, she never did. On the way back to her dorm, Nadia noticed a poster out of the corner of her eye about auditions for a band called Pandatown. She wasn't sure about the name, but the thought of being in a band sounded fun, better than sitting in the back of the class twirling her drumsticks while the professor moaned on about classical music. She had ripped the poster from the pole and took it with her, sticking the ripped poster on her dorm's door and spent the entire week beforehand trying to figure out what to play. Nadia spent late nights slamming her precious drumsticks, a pair her father bought her during her childhood, figuring out what sounded best or, at least, something that sounded like Nadia.

The young Australian woke up late that afternoon, the day of the auditions, with her phone halfway through playing 'Born To Be Wild' and a whiskey stain smudging the notes she messily wrote with her left hand. The afternoon sun flooded the tiny dorm, waking Nadia up and blinding her at the same time. A loud, tired groan escaped her lips as Nadia looked around, glancing at her phone only to notice she was going to be late for the auditions. She leapt from her sheet, her long legs tripping over the chair as she jumped. Nadia released another groan, ignoring the pain that erupted from her shin as she headed towards her tiny closet, pulling out the cleanest outfit she could find. Nadia undressed herself in a swift motion, flipping her cap backwards as she used her lanky fingers to brush out the tiny knots in her blonde hair. Nadia grabbed her bag off the floor, stuffing her phone, drumsticks and other necessities before dashing out the door.

Nadia didn't think twice about locking her room as she began to run out of her dorm building and straight to the Crystal Hall. After running across campus to arrive, Nadia stopped in front of the doors to regain her breathe, "Christ, I need to work out more," She spoke to herself in between short gasps of air. Nadia dusted her shirt off and headed inside, her fingers drumming against her thigh as she wandered through the hall, studying all the details that shouted at her. Nadia pulled out a single drumstick from her bag and entered the hall, noticing there was already a few people in there. "Is this right place?" Nadia asked, her Australian accent dripping from her words as her fingers anxiously spun the drumstick back and forth.

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[Ariel]

V A L

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Students bustled by with backpacks slung over their shoulders, chatting amongst each other or with their heads fixed forward and their minds set on a clear destination. Artificial light buzzed overhead, lighting the well trodden hallways while one occasionally flickered persistently, nearing the end of it's life. A girl with pink hair sat on a bench pushed against the wall, staring at her phone screen as her fingers tapped away at a colorful and admittedly addicting rhythm game. The sole of her boot thumped against the floor in time to the music playing through her earbuds that she was meant to keep time with. When one of the students of the crowd bumped her with their bag, causing the girl's thumb to slip, the game stopped displaying the classical devastating phrase: "Game over".

"Aw, come on, man! I was on my last life here..."

Val muttered to herself as she pocketed the phone and pulled the earbuds out of her ears. When she stood and stretched, it dawned on her just how tired she was. Earlier that day she'd went to visit her mother which was never exactly a rejuvenating experience. Today it was sunny out as opposed to the dreary, rainy day the last time she went to visit the woman. The two walked around the courtyard of the long-term home and by walked, Val pushed her around in a wheelchair while her mother's empty, deadened gaze moved absently between the flowers that fought against the weeds, the puffy clouds above, and the other residents that sat on benches chatting with staff or family, or were just simply drooling on themselves. Val talked to the woman about her recent tests that she felt like she aced or wasn't too proud of, of her latest addition to part-time jobs, a bartender at a swanky club closer to Brooklyn, and how Stitches, the naked cat she kept in her apartment, swooped in and finished half of Val's strawberry yogurt this morning while she wasn't looking. As usual, the woman said nothing and reacted to nothing, something Val had grown used to. When she couldn't bear to spend another second talking to herself, because that was all it really was, Val began the drive back to the city in her little Ford Sonic that took an hour and a half as opposed to the usual hour. It was a mix between breaking the speed limit and yelling at drivers that clearly didn't know how to drive.

Before all of this, Val spent the morning hours yawning into a cup of coffee as she finished homework for her Biology class and put the finish touches on a research essay for one of her English courses. If it wasn't for Stitches, Val realized that the apartment would have felt awfully lonely and dreary. She silent thanked the cat that lay sprawled out on the dingy coffee table, using student loan monthly statements and her overdue light bill as a pillow and promised to come home that evening after class with something tasty for her companion.

It was still a few hours before class and while Val hoped her professor would be in her room prior so that she could ask the older woman some questions regarding next weeks assignment, it seemed that wouldn't be the case as she stared at the locked door before her. She'd already decided she wasn't going back to her apartment before class whether her professor was in or not. Usually she'd just grab another cup of coffee and read a book or something, but as Val turned away from the room, a flyer tacked to a corkboard across the hallway caught her eye. Val threaded her way through passing bodies and pulled the flyer from the board without thinking. It wasn't a professional advertisement, more like something that was thrown together, but that's exactly what caught her attention. She could only imagine someone excitedly scribbling down details on a notebook page before tacking it up on the board only to go do the same thing somewhere else. That kind of eager excitement about something is what interested her. She could only think it must be nice to have something to be passionate about.

Val was still lost when it came to finding something that felt right with her. She'd still occasionally try and find something to participate in, recently it was a book club that fell through after two meetings. She wasn't as adamant as she was in high school, maybe because she was ready to give up. Val really was so tired of it, of everything, and to constantly hope and try new things, it didn't really help. Her more logical side said she should just focus on her degree, find a steady job and forget about this mumbo jumbo called "dreams" and "happiness". There were plenty of people that weren't happy with what they did. Did she really need to be different?
To come to conclusions like this was not like her at all and frankly, admitting that she'd still probably try was harder than just pretending like she'd grow up and forget about this stuff. And yet life was so very mundane right now, it had been since she'd lost her mother and maybe even before that too. As independent as she was, she still was lonely. She was either working or studying or going to school or drinking at a bar or visiting her mom, rinse, repeat. Nothing exciting. Nothing that made her feel like she was a human being that was alive or anything like that. And it was that that Val craved.

So despite the fact that she probably should have just put the flyer back, like she probably should have all those other times, Val was chewing her lip, scanning over the details and pocketing the sheet of paper as she raced through the hallways. She was already late but that didn't mean she was too late. Maybe this was it. Again she was hoping for something that she hoped for so many times and something that probably wasn't going to happen. A different realization hit her as her feet hit the ground, carrying her towards the door to the expensive looking place called the Crystal Music Hall. She's probably been to a few concerts here but never bothered to remember the name of the place. As her fingers brushed over the door handle, Val hesitated. Was she really doing this again?

Val almost kicked herself for thinking that now. Of course she was.

She gently pulled open the door and a few figures took shape as her eyes focused to the different lighting. They appeared to be greeting each other for the audition. And they all looked so happy! Val was immediately hit by feelings of envy, which she disliked, and something else. On the off chance that she was good enough to land any of the roles in the band, there was also the chance that she wasn't going to be happy there. And all these people here, they were already excited just to audition. It would be selfish to try and fill a role that she might not even enjoy having. She was in awe, as she'd always been, of those that knew what they were going to do and what made them happy. Those kids that proclaimed with grins that they were going to grow up and be artists or doctors or astronauts and then they did! The ones that decided what they were good at and stuck with it no matter what. That was amazing to her.

A gentle smile rose to her face as she stepped forward into the light and spoke up.
"Um, actually, can I just watch you guys?"

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Students bustled by with backpacks slung over their shoulders, chatting amongst each other or with their heads fixed forward and their minds set on a clear destination. Artificial light buzzed overhead, lighting the well trodden hallways while one occasionally flickered persistently, nearing the end of it's life. A girl with pink hair sat on a bench pushed against the wall, staring at her phone screen as her fingers tapped away at a colorful and admittedly addicting rhythm game. The sole of her boot thumped against the floor in time to the music playing through her earbuds that she was meant to keep time with. When one of the students of the crowd bumped her with their bag, causing the girl's thumb to slip, the game stopped displaying the classical devastating phrase: "Game over".

"Aw, come on, man! I was on my last life here..."

Val muttered to herself as she pocketed the phone and pulled the earbuds out of her ears. When she stood and stretched, it dawned on her just how tired she was. Earlier that day she'd went to visit her mother which was never exactly a rejuvenating experience. Today it was sunny out as opposed to the dreary, rainy day the last time she went to visit the woman. The two walked around the courtyard of the long-term home and by walked, Val pushed her around in a wheelchair while her mother's empty, deadened gaze moved absently between the flowers that fought against the weeds, the puffy clouds above, and the other residents that sat on benches chatting with staff or family, or were just simply drooling on themselves. Val talked to the woman about her recent tests that she felt like she aced or wasn't too proud of, of her latest addition to part-time jobs, a bartender at a swanky club closer to Brooklyn, and how Stitches, the naked cat she kept in her apartment, swooped in and finished half of Val's strawberry yogurt this morning while she wasn't looking. As usual, the woman said nothing and reacted to nothing, something Val had grown used to. When she couldn't bear to spend another second talking to herself, because that was all it really was, Val began the drive back to the city in her little Ford Sonic that took an hour and a half as opposed to the usual hour. It was a mix between breaking the speed limit and yelling at drivers that clearly didn't know how to drive.

Before all of this, Val spent the morning hours yawning into a cup of coffee as she finished homework for her Biology class and put the finish touches on a research essay for one of her English courses. If it wasn't for Stitches, Val realized that the apartment would have felt awfully lonely and dreary. She silent thanked the cat that lay sprawled out on the dingy coffee table, using student loan monthly statements and her overdue light bill as a pillow and promised to come home that evening after class with something tasty for her companion.

It was still a few hours before class and while Val hoped her professor would be in her room prior so that she could ask the older woman some questions regarding next weeks assignment, it seemed that wouldn't be the case as she stared at the locked door before her. She'd already decided she wasn't going back to her apartment before class whether her professor was in or not. Usually she'd just grab another cup of coffee and read a book or something, but as Val turned away from the room, a flyer tacked to a corkboard across the hallway caught her eye. Val threaded her way through passing bodies and pulled the flyer from the board without thinking. It wasn't a professional advertisement, more like something that was thrown together, but that's exactly what caught her attention. She could only imagine someone excitedly scribbling down details on a notebook page before tacking it up on the board only to go do the same thing somewhere else. That kind of eager excitement about something is what interested her. She could only think it must be nice to have something to be passionate about.

Val was still lost when it came to finding something that felt right with her. She'd still occasionally try and find something to participate in, recently it was a book club that fell through after two meetings. She wasn't as adamant as she was in high school, maybe because she was ready to give up. Val really was so tired of it, of everything, and to constantly hope and try new things, it didn't really help. Her more logical side said she should just focus on her degree, find a steady job and forget about this mumbo jumbo called "dreams" and "happiness". There were plenty of people that weren't happy with what they did. Did she really need to be different?
To come to conclusions like this was not like her at all and frankly, admitting that she'd still probably try was harder than just pretending like she'd grow up and forget about this stuff. And yet life was so very mundane right now, it had been since she'd lost her mother and maybe even before that too. As independent as she was, she still was lonely. She was either working or studying or going to school or drinking at a bar or visiting her mom, rinse, repeat. Nothing exciting. Nothing that made her feel like she was a human being that was alive or anything like that. And it was that that Val craved.

So despite the fact that she probably should have just put the flyer back, like she probably should have all those other times, Val was chewing her lip, scanning over the details and pocketing the sheet of paper as she raced through the hallways. She was already late but that didn't mean she was too late. Maybe this was it. Again she was hoping for something that she hoped for so many times and something that probably wasn't going to happen. A different realization hit her as her feet hit the ground, carrying her towards the door to the expensive looking place called the Crystal Music Hall. She's probably been to a few concerts here but never bothered to remember the name of the place. As her fingers brushed over the door handle, Val hesitated. Was she really doing this again?

Val almost kicked herself for thinking that now. Of course she was.

She gently pulled open the door and a few figures took shape as her eyes focused to the different lighting. They appeared to be greeting each other for the audition. And they all looked so happy! Val was immediately hit by feelings of envy, which she disliked, and something else. On the off chance that she was good enough to land any of the roles in the band, there was also the chance that she wasn't going to be happy there. And all these people here, they were already excited just to audition. It would be selfish to try and fill a role that she might not even enjoy having. She was in awe, as she'd always been, of those that knew what they were going to do and what made them happy. Those kids that proclaimed with grins that they were going to grow up and be artists or doctors or astronauts and then they did! The ones that decided what they were good at and stuck with it no matter what. That was amazing to her.

A gentle smile rose to her face as she stepped forward into the light and spoke up.
"Um, actually, can I just watch you guys?"​

 

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logan kingsleigh.​

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mood: enthusiastic ✦ location: crystal music hall✦ time: 5:15 PM
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"Hey Logan. I'm assuming that this is where the auditions are being kept?"

Logan felt a small hint of relief washing through him as the familiar voice resounded, interrupting the silence of the hall. Stepping into the light approached the figure, now clearly taking form into someone he just knew too well. Micheal Westwood, his long time friend and perhaps, as he'd like to call occasionally, his 'loyal sidekick' (he refuses to acknowledge that perhaps Mike was simply babysitting him).

"Mikey!" Logan called out, hopping off the stage, almost forgetting that he still had the guitar in his hand. He spread one of his arms to the side, as though gesturing to the vast space before him. "Would I be here if this wasn't? You knew how much I look forward to this," he laughed a bit, approaching the male before wrapping his arm over the other's shoulders. That was true. Even if anything went wrong, Micheal would still be there for him. The thought itself gave a little contentment within him. Just a little. The blonde snorted slightly, ruffling the other's hair before draping it back along Mike's shoulder. "Chill, bro. It's just me. And remember, I'm not forcing you to do anything. It's just that I'm asking of you with the accompaniment of a threat. Besides! You can help me judge, would that not be fun? Pretending to make faces as though you dislike it to make people feel insecure-"

The blonde paused when he heard the door reopened once again, removing his hand from Mike's shoulder as he looked over to the source of said noise. This time it was a blonde boy, one that he never recalled of seeing anywhere- perhaps he would really know almost no one at all really- walking in. At the mention of the band name, Logan grinned. "Yes, yes! Hey there! What would you be auditioning for?" His eyes lit up when his gaze trailed down towards the case in the male's hand. "Is that a bass?" he asked, but then the door reopened once again. His mood began to feel much lighter, enthusiasm flowed by his veins.

This time it was another male, this time perhaps around his height (thank lord). He was soon followed by another girl, both seemingly of Asian heritage. Logan tried to make it as though he wasn't overly rejoiced by the fact that more people began to come one by one, but perhaps his beaming face betrayed him. After all, he never expected so many students of NYU to be that interested in music. He just pray that they were all somewhat decent. If anything counts, he could at least tell that they look decent enough. "Hey! And yes, you're both in the right place- have I seen you somewhere?" he asked the male, inclining his head as he tried to remember before waving it off. Maybe. Maybe not. He's seen too many people after all.

"And it hasn't started yet, so not a worry," Logan told the girl, before raising a single eyebrow as he eyed the bag by the girl's back. "Whew," he said, whistling. "Didn't notice that most of you would bring your own things. Quite the dedication," he said, which he was glad for, of course. "Take a seat guys- you too Mike- again, thanks for coming," he said, gesturing towards the empty rows of seats before him.

Then a girl showed up, drum sticks twirled in her fingers. Logan grinned. He was always fond of drummers- they were the main beats of a band, their foundation, their roots. Male drummers were fascinating, yet somehow he sees an appeal to female drummers. He didn't know why, but the thought of a girl slamming upon cymbals and snares while wearing high heels seemed fascinating. When she spoke up, an Australian accent came out, Logan rose his eyebrows. "Well, g'day," he attempted a change in accent- perhaps failing quite miserably. He continued with his usual accent, laughing slightly. "Yeah. Right place. Sit down, please."

Then it was a brightly haired girl who came in. Shockingly pink- certainly an interesting person. After all, those are what was needed for a band to start- not only great skills and songs, but also interesting personalities and appearances. After all, in the end, it was all entertainment business. "Hey, welcome! Love your hair," he said, before furrowing his brows upon her statement. Disappointment slightly sink within him, though he tried not to show it. "Watch? Uh. . .sure? It's a free to watch audition, after all, nothing too formal. You could, of course, try to apply for something? Singing maybe?" he suggested with a small smile, before shaking his head. He can't be forcing someone like that "Yep. Forgive me. Take a seat. It's about to start. Thanks for coming, though," he grinned.

Soon, more and more people began to flood the place. Yes, there were some others who would come to only watch too, most notably some of his other friends or perhaps maybe some of the participants friends. He had no idea how a simple pamphlet could manage to gather such a huge crowd- is it the music hall? It's probably the music hall. A few more participants of the audition came through by the door, but as he checked his watch again, it was reaching 5:20 PM. He had to start, now. Logan climbed over the stage once again, placing the guitar he had plucked off the stand earlier back, before he stepped by the center, spreading both of his arms to the side.

"Good afternoon, NYU students and some few outsiders!"

The crowd cheered, putting out some polite claps. Logan laughed slightly, a sudden nervousness sinking within him. He couldn't believe he literally took the time of a few dozens of people who certainly must have other things to do in their lives. He better not fuck this up. . .

"Uh, I'm pretty sure most of you know me, but just in case you don't- my name's Logan. Logan Kingsleigh. Aaand you're here for-"

"PANDA TOWN!" someone shouted from the background, followed by a cheer. Logan laughed slightly, scratching the back of his head. "Right right. . .alright!" he clasped his hands together, looking at the vast crowd before him. It wasn't much- perhaps thirty people at most including the watchers only, yet between these faces. . . there were at least five that he would be seeing for quite a long time. One that would, he pray, help him achieve his dreams. A group that would follow him to success. The first cast of the story is yet to be announced, its prologue only reaching its first few pages. He has a long journey before him.

"Singers, please take a seat by the front! We'll start with you, then on to bassists, keyboardists, then finally drummers. I'll give reviews when everything is done to speed things up. Without further ado-" Logan jumped off the stage again, taking a seat at one of the front seats and crossed his legs. He pulled out his tablet to take notes before looking back towards the crowd. "The stage is yours."





















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Micheal 'Mike' Westwood

Mood: Nervous, but less Anxious✦ Location: crystal music hall✦ Time: 5:15 PM
Tags: everyone​

Mike smiled at his friend, who knew how to calm him down. Even if his words of choice weren't the best, Mike knew he meant well. "I know, I know" He said, and made a face at the 'making people insecure. "Dude, that's mean. You wouldn't do it if it were me or you would you?" He asked, un-amused, but he was already smiling, feeling a little less anxious than he was. Logan always had that effect on him. But when people started to come in, he got more and more nervous. He was going to be performing in front of people. Well Shit. Mike felt like whining, and maybe curling up into a ball and just hide. But he had to do this. To keep an eye on Logan. Mike sat down at the front, to give Logan some support. He watched as more and more poeple came in, and almost imediatly loved the ones with bightly-coloured hair. He envied them, that they had the courage to do something like that. He always wanted to be could never... find it in him to actually do it. once everyone was seemingly here, Logan started, and like the good friend he is, he smiled and clapped with everyone, almost laughing at the yell of 'PandaTown'. Because of course Logan would come up with something like PandaTown. He cheered with the rest of the people, though he wasn't as loud. He was a silent supporter, but this was his nature and Logan already knew this.

At the mention of the singers going first, He internally froze. Shit, he didn't tell Logan that he wanted to sing did he? He supposed that he gave a sort of drumming vibe, and honestly, he would love to drum but he didn't have as much practice as he did singing. He smiled tensely as Logan got off the stage, and noticed some people already making their move. "Why did you have to make singers first?" He asked, whining lightly, but it held slight amusement. He got up and moved with the small crowd, leaving an either confused, stunned or shocked Logan. There were... Not as many people vouching to sing. It was less than he expected at least. Honestly he was expecting around... Eight to Ten people. No, there was only Five other people. Six if you included him. He didn't want to go first, but he didn't want to go last, but he wanted to get this over with so he can die of embarrassment next to his friend.

The first was a girl, she wasn't bad but it was obvious that she was trying to control her voice. It was normal, almost every day singing. Then again, His voice would probably be like that too. He heard a few others talking, and felt like it was about him. But now, it was just about trying to beat each other. He relaxed internally, and tried to go over his song until he noticed that he was the last one to go. Oh shit. Quickly he made sure that his music was timed so he was in front of the Mic when it played, took a deep breath before walking on stage. He wasn't very good with crowds, almost anyone that knew him for longer than a week could tell you that, and definitely didn't like it when he was being watched, but he knew that it would be just like this, even worse, if he decided to be a professor. So, he had to suck it up. With that in his mind, he got a burst of energy and confidence that was most likely adrenaline, and made sure his throat was clear.

"I'm Micheal Weswood, and this is my audition, I suppose." He started out. And just like he timed, his music started playing. He slipped the other ear of his headphones as the vocals started, closed his eyes and he sang along. He knew that his voice was deep, so he tried to raise it up a bit, but it mostly stayed low, until the female part. He didn't really change the pronouns used, thinking that it wouldn't be needed, but he felt so much more comfortable singing 'boy' that 'girl'. his voice raised higher during the female vocals anyway, and he altered between them when the two sang together, but he was sure he didn't mess up badly. He whispered the last two lines, similar to Jonathan when he sang it, and when he opened his eyes, he looked to the surprised or shocked looks. He was terrible wasn't he? He looked down, embarrassed and started to make his way back to his seat, until some started clapping. Then it was two, then three, then everyone was clapping. He blushed bright red, Obviously not expecting the clapping that he got. Everyone else clapped when the others singers finished, but this one sounded more... genuine? He got off the stage and sat next to Logan as the bassists started to move. He smiled to Logan shyly.

"I hope I wasn't too bad." He spoke, his voice sounded much too shy for his liking. He coughed a bit and curled up. "All my confidence is now out the window, not to be seen until I get another drink." He said, as he looked at his empty cup. "I hope I didn't embarrass you too much for even talking to me. I know I wasn't that good." He said with a sigh.

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"Well actually I was hoping for the to become your bassist, but I could definitely cover as a guitarist if you need one," Damian said to the shorter male. Seeing as more people started to show up, and how the guy who seemed to be in charge of it started to go to stage, Damian decided he would just wait and watch from behind, until he heard how he was supposed to seat in the second row. Surprise surprise, only one other kid showed up who wanted to play bass, and as soon as it as announced that they were going to go on stage he ran out. At that Damian snickered, while listening as attentively as possible to the singers. They were all quite alright, so he politely clapped, despite how no one really caught his eye.

As the second to last started singing, Damian walked towards the stage, his case with him, bass was next wasn't it?

The last singer went on stage.

"I'm Micheal Westwood, and this is my audition, I suppose."

Damian for a split second couldn't help but be reminded of his younger brother, they both seemed like the shy geeky types.'Well I'll be darned, he's not half bad... With more practice it can turn into something quite magnificent.'

"Guess it's my turn! My name is Damian Locke, greetings and salutations!" He smiles as he took the mic and strapped his Fender across his shoulder and plugged it into the suprisingly good amp. "I'm auditioning for the part of the bassist... With the song Can't Stop by the Red Hot Chilli peppers." He practiced this one a lot, he knew he wouldn't fuck up.

And so he started barring no mind to the stares. As he finished he supposed that it didn't go badly at all and nodded as he left the stage and said a thank you. He supposed he felt quite excited for the results and kept watching, glancing every so often to a pretty bird who arrived with drumstricks spinning in her hands. She kind of looked like his type.

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NADIA ABBOT

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Nadia gave a toothy smile as the blonde, she assumed the one holding the auditions, gave her a cheerful 'g'day'. She couldn't help but give a small chuckle at the attempt of mimicking her accent, "Nice accent, mate." Nadia replied before shuffling to the far back of the room, noticing a spare seat next to another drummer. The other drummer was dressed in all black with red dyed hair and was busy scrolling on his phone. She gave a quick glance at the other drummer before deciding to stay a seat away from him, placing her rugged bag in the empty seat in between them before placing her feet on the heads of the seat in front of her and allowing her shoulders to relax into the chair. The woman could hardly sit still, her legs bounced with energy as her fingers couldn't stop fiddling with the drumstick. Her gaze flickered towards the male once more who stood on stage as he introduced himself as Logan; shouts and cheers erupted around her. Nadia clapped along with the rest of the crowd before relaxing back into her seat.

Time seemed to drag on as the auditions went by. At times, Nadia couldn't help herself and drum along with the auditions, making up simple drum patterns on the seat in front of her which earned her a few annoyed glares from other musicians, only for Nadia to stop for a few moments before continuing again. Minutes began to feel like hours as the auditions transitioned from bassists to keyboardists, a soft groan escaped Nadia's lips as she rested her head on the seat's head, a craving a for a cigarette slowly developed. By that time, Nadia had lost all sense of time around her. She continued to shift in her seat, changing her position every few moments which clearly pissed off the drummer next to her. "Sorry," Nadia murmured, rolling her eyes privately as the other drummer grunted in reply. When it was finally the drummers' turn, the male stood up and sauntered to the stage. Nadia gave him a sour look as he began to play a simple drum pattern, nothing exciting or entertaining. Nadia quickly ducked her head down and opened her music app on her phone, quickly scrolling through the endless lists of songs before deciding on the perfect tune.

Once she heard the drummer finally finish, Nadia stood up with a grin. She swiftly grabbed her bag and headed to the stage, placing her bag to the drumkit next to her and pulled out her drumsticks. "Do you mind if-" Nadia's voice trailed off as she picked up the sticks that laid on the drum kit and kicked them aside. She shuffled in her seat once more before looking up to face Logan and the rest of the crowd. "G'day, my name is Nadia Abbot," She spoke with confidence, a small crept upon her lips as she said 'g'day', "I'm auditioning for the drummer part and I'll be playing American Idiot by Green Day." Nadia pulled on her yellow cap, slipping an earbud into her right ear and clicking play on her phone.

She felt the energy flow through her veins as Nadia began to slam the drumsticks onto the drums, her foot rapidly bouncing off the pedal as the drumsticks gracefully bounced off each drum, the sound of her drumming echoing in her left ear as Green Day played in her right ear. Time didn't matter to Nadia at that moment as she played along with the song, putting her heart into each hit on the drumkit. Memories of her childhood rushed through her mind; the day she received her first drumkit from her father which consisted of old buckets and trash can lids. As the song slowly came to a close, Nadia threw her left drumstick in the air, watching it twirl in the air before catching and finishing the song with a loud drum solo. The young woman pulled the earbud out of her ear and regained her breath, a proud smile etched on her lips as she muttered a cheerful "Thank you" and headed offstage in a rush.

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♬ Chun "Happy" Ji-Hyun ♬​

Once the final singer and the lone bassist--Michael and Damien, she reminded herself, two particularly eyecatching performers--left the stage, Happy immediately bounced over in their place with a hop, skip and a jump, earning a few laughs from the audience at her childlike enthusiasm. She flashed them a grin over her shoulder as she swiftly set up her keyboard and the microphone with an ease that could only come from years of practice. And it has been years, years since she first felt that rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"Hello! My name is Chun Ji-Hyun!" She spoke eagerly into the mic as she took a seat in front of her digital synthesizer, a bright smile spread across her lips. "I'll be auditioning for the role of the keyboardist with the song, a personal favorite of mine, Hop Step Adventure by AAAA Chazuke!"

With that out of the way, Happy turned back to her keyboard as she cracked her knuckles, in preparation for what was to come. Her hands teasingly hovered over the keys. And then, all was silent as the brunette sat completely motionless, her face a blank slate. For a while, that is. Just as suddenly did a buoyant grin split her face in two, and her fingers abruptly began their dance across the keys, catching the audience off guard with it's upbeat tune. Her back, once straight, was now bent over, and her swaying hair left a trail in the light. Slim digits rapidly slid from one end to another, weaving together a fantastical tale one might encounter in the typical RPG game.

The melody was lively and energetic. It's rhythm was catchy. When Happy had first heard the song, she had instantaneously fallen in love with the vibrant score. You could see it in her expression, the sheer passion that flowed from the tips of her fingers. It was a beautifully made piece, one that she hoped she did justice for. But alas, soon did the final bar come to a close, finishing with one last, bouncing note that signified a happy ending to the story.

Sweat trickled down her face, her breath escaped her mouth in soft pants, but even so, a dazzling smile spread across her lips. A young man was the first to applaud, after him, sparse applause sounded until it eventually filled the hall. Happy stood up and bowed deeply in gratitude, before hurrying off of the stage, carefully carrying her equipment along with her.

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Participants went by one by one, introducing themselves, presenting, then a bow of thank you. Logan kept his head mostly down facing his tab, typing in reviews of pros and cons. That one was too squeaky, that one too bass-y. That one has ugly hair. There was nearly not a moment to spare to genuinely enjoy any performance, as things went by so fast, and he needed to judge not only performance, yet also charisma, appearance- and perhaps mostly his gut feeling. One by one they sang their song- and despite not being entirely too bad, none did quite reach his expectations. True, he had better be thankful that he have people coming, yet somehow something remained unsettled at the pit of his heart. "Next," he called out, putting out a face of dissatisfaction simply for the heck of it. The girl bowed her head nervously, twiddling with her thumb as she descended the stage from the staircase nearby.

"Well," he turned towards Mike who sat next to him and grinned. "Singers are meant to be the heart of soul of a band- next to the guitarist, of course- and relax, I've placed drumming at the very back-" he began, yet much to his surprise when the other male began to stand, walking towards the stage. He blinked in perplexity, slightly leaning forward in his seat as he watched his friend ascending the stage, stepping in the middle of the spotlight. Logan wanted to say something, but held himself back. Perhaps. . .

No. This was too much for Micheal to do. Logan was very much aware of his friend's condition with social interactions. Could he have went this far just. . .for him? But there were other auditions! . . .Mediocre ones. A fight of conscience ensued, but soon stopped when Mike began to speak up. It froze him in his seat for a while, but when the tune began to play (Logan making last minute decisions), he paused when he heard Micheal sing. The deep vibrato of his voice, and the way his voice instantly lift up in a smooth tone as he sang the other part. And if there was something he noticed: it was the originality of pronouns. At first he didn't notice it, until he was trying to score Micheal's vocal pronunciation.

So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know whatcha falling for.

Pop- not his favorite of genre, yet Logan hummed to himself as he typed in his tab. Should he though? That's his own best friend performing on stage. No exceptions should be made, however. When Mike was done, Logan was perhaps speechless. Someone like Mike. . . frightened of a crowd, now sang a truly daring song almost perfectly. When he heard the clap began to rise, he followed, smiling to his friend as he approached back to his seat.

"Are you kidding?" Logan asked, wrapping his arm around Mike's shoulder, perhaps a habit of his at this point, and pulled him closer, squeezing his arm slightly. "That was wicked, man! So proud of you, Mickey Mouse," he said, before looking back towards the crowd again, standing slightly. "Thank you to all singers! Can I hear another round of applause for our talented participants?" A cheer was heard again- significantly louder than before. Logan smiled to himself. The crowd is pumped. The show is coming on track.

"Next are bassists- step forward!"

The crowd cheered again, yet this time only two people came forward, one being that person who came after Micheal and another was someone he could barely remember of. Who cares? He simply hope one of them would've been a decent player at least. At least, certainly that blonde one has a quite interesting appearance- would make a fine addition to the band. . . yet did he say earlier that he was going to cover for the guitar? The first one auditioned- the one he didn't know of. It was certainly good, and perhaps decent enough to make the cut. He'd have to see, though. After the clap settled for the first bassist, came Mr. Dyed-Blondie, a Fender in his hand. . . That was an instant like from Logan. Fender was the best brand, after all, hands down. The clarity of voice, the shape if its body-

Logan snapped his mind out of it when the male announced the tune he would be playing. Red Hot Chill Peppers, what kind of kid even listen to those anymore? Well, who else besides Logan- Well. Two points goes for Mr. Dyed-Blondie. The audition went great, must he saw he was clearly satisfied. He jotted down notes, comparing the two auditions yet, of course, said nothing. When they were done, he thanked them once again, the crowd cheering even more hectically. Next was the keyboards.

Logan nearly jumped in his seats when he heard the girl speak up so suddenly, her voice bright and enthusiastic. Choon. . . Jeeh-yoon? Who does one write that name? He wrote the name as best as he could before putting a bracket next to it; loud Asian girl. He smiled lightly. Another yet interesting performance, the first one after all. An interesting personality, and she was admitably good-looking. Even when her song taste was very unpopular.

His mind was quickly changed when she began to play, however- and it was almost mind blowing. The way her fingers seemed to dance over the keys, hitting each with almost exact precision, though perhaps he would not really know since it was very quick, and a song he was not familiar with. He tried to put it at the back of his mind- regardless, she was incredibly skillful, and furthermore: he loved how enthusiastic she was. He truly appreciates that.

When she descended the stage, she was followed by another few performers behind her. That too, passed, and in the end was the drummers audition. Two participants again this time, a male and. . .the girl. Logan held himself from casting a wink towards her direction, but let one slip regardless. What harm could it have done? He casted her a thumbs up, not sure if she sees or not. It didn't matter, anyway. Jotting the notes for the previous participant, it was now the girl's turn. Oh, how he hoped that she was skillful- and seems like his prayers were answered. But when she announced her song, his eyes widened. No way-

As though not letting his mind finish itself, the girl began bashing upon the tools mercilessly. The beats were on point, no tempo was lost as far as he know of. It was almost flawless. When she finished, heading off stage, the crowd cheered for yet another time, Logan clapping along with them. The blonde hopped from his seat, shoving his tab back in his bag before he rushed towards the stage, jumping up once again without bothering the staircase that was clearly available just beside him. He gazed at the vast crowd before him, seemingly pumped and satisfied. He grinned. He too was satisfied. It was a marvelous show, after all. Everyone was decent- some was great. Only one time did he almost feel like tossing his tab towards the stage.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen! That was a great show, wasn't it?" The crowd cheered. He was beginning to think that he has talent for becoming an MC. "Unfortunately, I would only be taking limited members for the group. Fear not, however! I think that all of your performances were good. . .ish-" he added, coughing slightly before looking back at the audience. "Just know that if you were not picked, it's not the end of the line. You could practice more- or maybe you're just hella untalented-" He coughed again. Damn he was getting bitter.

"Anyway," he continued, checking the time on his watch. 6:30 PM. How time flies. "I'm afraid the audition should end now- I have a rough idea of who the members should be, but I will be reaching you back by latest tomorrow evening. Send me an email at *inserts* with your name and song- tell me you're from the audition too so I'll know who you are. I'll be texting you back shortly. Once again, thank you, so much for coming. Good evening, all of you."




















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Micheal 'Mike' Westwood

Mike blushed at the compliment, but pouted at the horrendous nickname. "Don't call me Mickey Mouse." He muttered annoyed, but he smiled anyway. He was just glad that he didn't freak out or have a Panic or Anxiety attack. He stayed quiet over all, listening to the music. The bassists, they seemed pretty chill. The first one, the one that looked really girly, Damien? He was pretty good, reminded him a bit of Logan, just a more lower pitch. He will be the first to admit guitars confused him. At that point he snuck off making himself another cup of tea and came back. He didn't miss much, according to Logan, but he was in time to see the Asian girl, Chun-something, fuck he was bad at names. He'll learn it later, he hoped. She impressed him. Keyboard would be a significant part in the band, since they could range from almost all areas. The drummers, which he felt like participating but he had already sang so he couldn't really, we're loud. The guy didn't have much of a beat or a rhythm, until one other. Natalia? The one with the funny accent, maybe Australian, she was really good. He was kind of glad he didn't participate for drumming since he would be smashed by the Drummer girl.

"She's good. The other guy had no beat, and was probably just trying to make noise." He mentioned to Logan who was furiously writing notes. He knew he probably wouldn't get the part, but he could at least be helpful with the notes. When Logan mentioned about giving him an Email, Mike rose an eyebrow. Did he have to do that? He decided to wait around with Logan, letting everyone leave, not really feeling like moving just yet anyway. "Do I actually have to sent you an email? I can show you a link right?" He asked, but then he wondered if that would be showing favorites. "Would that be showing favorites though? But... I live with you." He looked to Logan with defeated confused look. He was stumped and hoped Logan could help. "Well, anyway, I could help out with sorting through everyone. The only thing I'd wouldn't be able to help with is the keyboardists, since I left to get tea, but I can help with the rest." He smiled. "That is unless you don't want help, which would probably involve all nighters. Which means I'll be up with you anyway." He said, smiling amusingly.

With Mike being an Insomniac, he was up anyway, whether he liked it or not. So doing something would be great for him. Especially if it was boring and could put him to sleep. He stretched and took a sip of his tea. "So, You ready to move? I may as well stick with you and keep you company, I've finished my homework, and extra course work." He smiled, getting more and more relaxed as more and more people leave. when there was only a few people left, Mike was more or less lounging. He was sipping his tea, which was almost gone by now, and just chilled with Logan. Being with Logan kept him calm, and more relaxed than he normally would be in this situation. "Honestly, I was going to go like third or fourth, but I may or may not have gotten lost in my head, which is why I was last." He said, and covered his eyes. "Honestly, I don't know how you do it, being in front of people." He grinned. He didn't feel as.. Jittery now. He was expecting himself to be more... nervous. "Though, I actually feel okay. I guess I'm glad I got on stage." He said, but that was more to himself more than anything.

MOOD: Slightly skittish
PLACE: Crystal Music Hall
TIME: 6:40pm
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name damian locke
tags viridity
location crystal music hall
time six fourty-ish
mood

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The show was over, and out of the hall people were scattering about. The crowd dispersed further and further and Damian pouted slightly, really? He was supposed to send an email? He didn't really enjoy that particular idea that much, and decided to stick around in order to try and maybe talk to someone else who auditioned. Or even, if possible, to the instigator of this whole band thing. Standing up from his seat, he went further back towards a blond, who he never seen before but he knew three things about. One, she was a kickass drummer; two, she was a total babe; and three, she was possibly Canadian/British, but he couldn't really tell the accents apart that well.

He approached with the slight air of someone up to something, eyes crinkled with irises full of bright mischief. As usual, his hair tapered in on the left side on his head (how this happens, he still doesn't know, it just does).

"Hey, you're the one who kicked the thingies off the stage right?" Damian grinned in a way that could almost be described as flirtacious. After all, he wasn't really the type to pass up taking to an attractive person, especially not one who could really rock out. And a drummer as well? Color him stoked, she might as well be his bandmember.

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[viridity]

NADIA ABBOT

outfit: x | where: crystal music hall |
a collab post with macrombie and viridity

Damian couldn’t help it, he smiled even wider and thanked the fair haired girl eagerly. “You weren’t half bad yourself, darling, I’m surprised you aren’t renown yet. I doubt I sensed anything off beat, it was actually quite stunning.”


Nadia kept her smile etched on her lips as her stomach cried for food. She didn’t want to be rude to the bloke, there was even a possibility that he could show her the way to food (that was hopefully cheap). Her right eyebrow rose in slight surprise at the compliment; well, at least she thought it was a compliment. “Thanks, mate, You looked pretty sick doing the cool bassist thingy.” She gave him a nod while her hands rose and shuffled the cap on her head. Nadia could feel the hunger boil in her stomach which only wavered her smile.

‘Mate.’ It was at this moment, Damian realized that this chick was in fact not British or Canadian, she is an Aussie. Slightly upset at being wrong, he said “Thanks,” once more, before looking around the hall and realizing that is was getting quite empty now. Understanding that the instigator of the event seemed to busy, he decided to just email him later instead of pushing it. Noticing that the girl he met seemed to be slightly… Skittish? Uncomfortable? (social anxiety maybe?) He decided to offer her a chance to go for some quick dinner or something. “Wanna catch dinner with me? It’s getting quite late, darling. I’ll even pay,” he added in for good measure. Cute girls were always worth it.

Nadia’s stomach seemed to shut up at the sound of him offering to buy her a quick dinner. Her hand floated to her jean’s back pocket, ready to grab her wallet, before he quickly offered to buy it for her. Who knew Americans could be so nice? Nadia nodded as if she was a little seven-year-old child with a toothy grin. “Thanks, mate.” Nadia’s voice trailed off as she realised she had no idea who the guy was. She was only listening to the song part of the audition, not the actual introduction. Nadia flashed the bloke another smile as she searched her brain to find the guy’s name.

“So d’you have anything particular in mind? ‘Cause let me tell you some NYU insider secrets, there’s only three good things near the campus, and that is the pizza place, the Garamond cafe, and McD about ten minutes away,” Damian laughed a bit, and a nodded towards the exit, walking further to the front to pick up his guitar so he could leave. As he was about to go he suddenly remembered that he did not in fact remember this girl’s name. Mentally facepalming at himself for being forgetful, he supposed he would now wreck his brain into either remembering or getting a sneaky way to get her to say it. ‘Mission Impossible couldn’t have been this horribly convoluted,’ he thought to himself.

Nadia couldn’t remember his name. Her brain was crashing and all she could do was smile and wave like the penguin from that movie. The Aussie couldn’t help but mentally cringe at the thought of going to McDonalds with the blonde bloke and it was far too late for coffee, unless Americans strangely went to coffee shops at night. With a simple shrug, Nadia decided on the first option. “Pizza sounds good,” Nadia nodded, “Haven’t had American pizza yet so, seems like ace choice.”

“New York is like, literally, the birthplace of pizza, and this is like the best, so you shouldn’t be too disappointed with it. The crust is wicked thin, and the cheese is just,-” He abruptly cuts himself off when he realizes that he sounds worse than a fucking advert. Continuing to walk towards the exit he immediately began thinking of plans to get her name. Maybe asks her where she if she works? Or what class she’s in? Surely she’ll mention it one way or the other. “So what are you like, majoring in, anyways?”

Nadia followed the bloke, her rugged backpack bouncing on her back as she listened to the guy praising New York pizza. It only made her stomach growl even more as the thought of pizza made her mouth water and her heart skip a beat. “What I major in?” Nadia repeated with a raised brow, “I’m a music major, hence the drums,” Nadia twirled the stick in her hand, “But dropping out seems like a good idea, it's not like I haven’t done it before.” She joked, only being half-serious, “What about you?” She asked back, hoping that maybe his name would slip.

So that plan didn’t work, he cried in his head, but Damian couldn’t help but nod along to her saying that dropping out didn’t seem that bad. “I’m actually taking an architecture course, it’s a fucking nightmare let me tell ya,” He scoffed, “Another year of living like this and then the rest of my life? I don’t know if this is working out quite frankly.” He muttered under his breath, looking a bit disappointed for a second. Anyhow, onto plan B. “So you don’t look like you’re from here? What’s up with that?”

Nadia half-listened to the bloke as he spoke about how terrible architecture was. The young aussie gave the guy a comforting smile; she knew how he felt about having a shit major, it felt like the whole fun of the major was being sucked out during lectures. Nadia was about to speak once more when he asked the question. “I’m from Alice Springs, down under ya’know? I moved up here because I wanted to learn music but my professor is droning on about everything but what makes music fun,” She spoke disheartedly, her right foot kicking a small pebble she found idly on the ground. Her focus was stuck on the pebble as she kicked it around lazily.

“Alice Springs is where though? I’m afraid I’m only very loosely knowledgeable when it comes to Australia…” This plan is not working, he let out an inward sigh. What did he know about the place anyways? Kangaroos, aborigenes, meat on the barbie… Either Melbourne or Canberra was the capital and Australians sound like drunk Brits. This wasn’t helpful info. Damian cringed to himself once more.

Nadia had finally decided that she needed to stop thinking about food and figure out who was buying her dinner. But she had no idea what question to ask him, her mind was blank. “Oh, it’s in the middle of Australia, I thought everyone called it the Land Down Under here.” Nadia tried to lighten the tone as she plastered a smile, this wasn’t exactly going to plan. “Do you have a job?” She asked, maybe she’s seen him working somewhere with a nametag. Once they finally arrived at the pizza place, her lips released a silent sigh of relief; it was time for food.

“Oh yeah actually, remember i mentioned the not crappy coffeeshop? I work the afternoon shifts on the weekdays. What about yourself?” He asked going for a seat. The familiar place making him fill with joy, he took in a whiff and motioned for a waitress to come over, and took that opportunity to look more closely at his companion. Who did she look like? A Margaret? Nancy? Sasha? This was very frustrating, Damian blinked and pointed towards the menu as the waitress came around, as if asking her what she wanted.

“Me? I work odd jobs here and there, no one really wants to hire a highschool dropout from Australia,” Nadia chuckled as she picked up a menu and scanned for what looked good on the menu. The night was filled with awkwardness as basic questions were thrown between each other as Nadia chomped down on the pizza; at least the guy was right about the food. At times, Nadia would often ask a question which she hoped he would reveal his name but it was unsuccessful. Other times, Nadia thought the bloke was trying to flirt with her but she disregarded it as nothing important. After finishing her meal, Nadia awkwardly thanked the bloke with her Australian charm before rushing out of the pizza place and headed back to her dorm, keeping her head down while her belongings in her backpack loudly crashed with each other.

pasta ​

 

[Ariel]

L O G A N | J A C K | V A L

At first, Logan casted Mike a look. Then he gave out a small laugh, patting the other male’s back. “You know, sometimes I can’t really tell whether or not you’re genuinely smart,” he stated, chuckling slightly. “The mail is for me to have their contacts, so I’ll know how to reach them out if they have a call-back, since it would have been way more efficient if they mailed me first then I reply, rather than ask for their contacts one by one. While you-” the blonde wrapped one arm over Mike and pulled him closer, patting him again by the shoulder “are definitely a special condition.”

The blonde lets go of the other after, settling to cross his arms as he scanned the crowd, who was all beginning to leave. It was fun while it lasted, of course. If he thought about it, however, these were all only a beginning. Few still stayed, conversing with others. “I guess I’ll stay until everyone leaves,” said Logan without looking at the other male. “You know- be a decent host and all that. And hey,” he glanced at Mike and cast him a grin. “You did well, alright? Obviously not as good as I can sing- but still, tolerable,” he joked, a smirk making its way to his lips.

It was then when he saw a figure approaching him, however, and even in said distance, he knew exactly who it was. The pink haired girl.

“Hold up,” he told Mike, removing himself from the other’s company before beginning to walk towards her.

Val had watched the performances with awe, not only by the talent each person did or did not possess, but because they gave it their all. She was clapping excitedly with the end of each of their performances and was a little sad when it was over. Soon enough, people were filling out and she barely heard the closing statement of the man who had introduced himself as Logan. And it was then an idea struck her.

She wouldn’t be able to say what made her think for a second that what she was about to propose was even remotely a well-thought out idea but Val was really good at doing things without thinking first. That was why, as people were leaving, she rose quickly from her seat and made her way over to Logan.

And he’d already noticed her before she reached him, which was oddly convenient because she might have been about to embarrass herself and it was better not to have an audience. The two met in the aisle and the words were already leaving Val’s mouth.

“I could be your band manager!”

The rest of the performances were nice, and Jack was proud to witness all of the excitement and energy that came with band auditions. When he checked his phone, it had already been about two hours since the auditions started, which was the perfect amount of time to get through everyone in the venue. When he looked up again from his phone, the room was slowly getting emptier and emptier until there was only a few people left over. Jack at least wanted to talk to Logan, even if he didn’t participate, just so he didn’t feel like this entire trip was a waste.

Standing up from his seat, he looked around the room for the other guy, and cursed slightly to himself when he saw that he was occupied in another conversation. Oh well, they would just have to deal with Jack intruding on their conversation. He made his way over to the two, intent on introducing himself and maybe offering himself for a different position. He knew how to write songs, and could write them very well, so maybe he was useful somehow.

They were only a few aisles away, so it only took Jack a few strides before he was standing next to the pair. What could he say? I’m Jack and I can write music? Please let a pathetic being like me join your amazing, awesome, perfect band? There were many options, but he settled on a simple, “Hey!”

When he saw the girl approach him, a thought crossed his mind- maybe she changed her mind and decided to do a last minute audition. He wondered how he should have reacted towards her- whether he should play a bit hard to get or not. In the end, before the blonde came into a conclusion of thought, the girl spoke out first, a word he needed a moment or two to process.

“You wanted to be my. . . what?” he asked, furrowing his brows slightly. Before the girl could answer, Logan raised his hand, using the other to pinch the bridge of his nose. “On second thoughts, no need to repeat that. Though what makes you think that I want a band manager?” he asked, letting out a small, almost bitter, laugh before adding “no offense- it’s nothing personal, really.”

Perhaps his words sounded a bit too bitter, yet before he could correct himself, he saw yet another figure approaching him. He racked his brain for any hint of memory to where he had seen the boy- oh.

“Hey,” he greeted back to him, smiling. “I don’t remember seeing you perform? Is there something you’d like to talk about with me?” ‘

Or are you also entertaining me with your doubt of my capabilities to manage my own band?’ he wanted to ask, yet decided to hold himself back.

His sharp words were like a slap to the face and left Val feeling a little taken aback. A simple no would have sufficed, really. His reaction almost had her withdraw her words immediately. Almost.
But maybe if she explained what it is she meant exactly, this rude dude would be a little easier on her.

She was opening her mouth to speak again when another person approached with a casual greeting. Perfect. Now she’d look like a fool in front of a stranger.

“Hiya,” Val said politely, perhaps a little breezily to the newcomer, immediately feeling bad for it but also quite frustrated with Logan.

“How about before you make assumptions and start talking to me like that, you hear me out first, huh?” Val had her hands on her hips as she stepped forward, her head tilted upward to what she hoped looked like give Logan a hard stare of disapproval. This unfortunately had her leaning up on her tiptoes to get her point across. “A band manager,” she began drawing out the title, “usually does things like set up the gigs, get the band members water, take care of things so that they don’t have to so that they can focus on their music, you know? I only want to help and maybe… tag along on your adventure. Is that so bad?”

When she was done, she took a deep breath, her anger, if it was even that, simmering down and finally she smiled.

“If you don’t want that, just say no, dude. I don’t think you can’t manage your own band. I just want to take some of the load off your shoulders.”

Val stepped a few steps back when she realized how much of Logan’s personal space she’d probably invaded, which was sure to earn a few points, she thought sarcastically and looked towards the other student whom she figured was Logan’s friend and felt pretty bad about leaving out.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hog your friend all to myself. I’ll leave you guys alone when I get a polite answer.”

Jack was stunned into silence as the heard the other woman speak. He could already tell that she had a fierce personality, and promised himself that he would do anything to stay on her good side. He was a little disappointed at the missed opportunity to reply to Logan, but quickly realized that there was no point in arguing with her. Her rant seemed to escalate until she was invading Logan’s personal space, but Jack made no move to stop her, in fear of his own life.

Once she was done, Jack was finally able to take a deep, calming breath. “It’s alright,” he addressed her politely, “take as much time as you need.” And he was serious. He genuinely did not think he could survive if she directed her anger towards him. However, she seemed to be done talking, and Jack took that as his cue to directly talk to Logan.

“And, um, I don’t really want any manager role like she does.” He took another deep breath, feeling himself get nervous. “I mean, I want a role, but not to like, control you guys, or anything. What I’m trying to say is, I’m good at writing songs, so like, you should consider adding me to the team. Not that you have to, I would never, like, force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Because, you know, I’m not that type of guy. But like she said, it’ll be easier if you didn’t have such a workload on your shoulders, and I can help you out.”

Again, another deep breath. “You should consider it.” He finished kind of awkwardly. Jack’s speech seemed to start off confidently and slowly get more jumbled up until he was rambling. But at least he got his point out. Now, it wasn’t up to him anymore, the decision was entirely on Logan, but at least Jack could sleep well tonight knowing that he tried.

Logan almost felt guilty. Almost. Heck, that’s a lie- he did feel very guilty to sound as such, and now he had evidently upset the girl. In the end, it was true: she did only want to help. However, despite his feelings, the blonde attempted to keep a firm expression, frowning slightly when the pink haired girl stepped forward. He looked down at her, yet refused to take a step backwards. It would have been lying to say that he was not surprised by her reaction, however.

He let her finish her ramblings, and when she was finished, he couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment, blinking. Logan snapped his attention towards Jack when he felt the statement directed to him, still blinking rather shocked. This one was a songwriter? He honestly was not as against getting a songwriter compared to a manager, after all, it could help him brainstorm. Managers, however. . .

Perhaps it was also because he didn’t know the girl. Could he trust something so valuable to someone he has not met before? Would he have reacted differently if she was someone he knew? Despite his decisions, however, it was true he could perhaps make his words lighter. When the guy had finished, Logan took a moment, taking a deep breath and calming himself down before he started, ensuring that he would not make things worse. If anything, this mood needs lightening.

“Alright. Firstly,” he began, glancing towards the girl. “Perhaps that was rather rude of me. Should’ve phrased it better, I know- I was just kind of confused, sorry,” he muttered the few last words, scratching the back of his head. “And er- you,” he turned towards the other male this time. “No promises, but can you send me a few examples of songs that you’ve written?” he asked. “Anything you’ve written in the past would work, no need to write something new, really.”

“You too,” he turned towards the pink haired girl. “Uh- mail me. What’s your names, by the way? Both of you. So I can keep tabs of who you are later on. Fancypants, mail me those lyrics too, by tonight if possible. Pinky,” he gave her a light, apologetic smile. “I’ll think about it, alright? Text me something and I’ll give you a reply as soon as possible. After all, I stand by my words,” he smirked. “Love your hair. Would be a shame if you’re not a part of something.”

Oh, Val was wrong. He wasn’t Logan's friend but rather another person like her trying to present help to this band. PandaTown. Val would admit that she liked the name. It wasn’t too angsty like most of the come about bands nowadays. And pandas were nice. There was that too.

With as confident as Val sounded, she was worried that he’d brush her off again and tell her to leave him alone. It was definitely a possibility. Not that she wouldn’t have something to say about that but at that point, she’d be forced to drop it. Probably.

Unfortunately, it looked like she might have made a bad impression on their possible song writer and Val felt a little bad about that. If it happened that they’d all be together later on, she’d be sure to apologize. Or maybe she’d just buy him a coffee or something one day regardless.

When the first words out of Logan’s mouth weren’t ‘Buzz off’, Val was frankly relieved. He’d consider it. Honestly, Val was grateful for that much. The idea of sticking with these very talented people actually felt right with her. Maybe. If that feeling was what that was. The thought excited her and for once she figured she probably wouldn’t be able to think about much else aside from if Logan decides to bring her on board and also what the hell was she thinking in the first place?

“I bet you spend more time on your hair than I do on mine,” Val joked, but her smile was genuine and grateful. Val scrounged around in her pockets for something to write on. The flyer was the first thing she found so she clicked her pen and scribbled down her contact information. When she was done, she folded up the paper and handed it to Logan.

And then she glanced at her watch

“Oh, I’m definitely going to be late for class.”

Val was already backtracking quickly into a jog as she grinned at the two.

“My name is Valerie Vogel, but please call me Val. Hope to see you guys again. See ya!”

Scribbled down in pink pen on the crumbled flyer along with her email and phone number was a small note:

If you think that, then let me join you guys on your climb to fame. I’ll be your guys biggest fan, I promise!

-Val

Jack breathed out a sigh of relief. Ok, so that went better than expected. He expected flat out rejection, and maybe a few laughs in his face, but instead he received an opportunity, and that was all Jack could ask for. Also, Val, the possible manager, seemed a lot nicer now that she wasn’t in argument mode. He liked this side of her a lot better. All Logan asked for was his name and his email, along with the lyrics and that was easy enough.

“I’m Sooyoung, but I go by the name Jack.” Would it be weird to extend his hand to shake? Probably so, a simple wave would have to do for now. Jack also pulled out his flyer, and used it to write down his name and email address.

“I’ll send you my most recent work by tonight.” He added as he handed the paper over. He didn’t have another class for about half an hour, but he didn’t want to hang around here any longer either. Logan and Val seemed nice enough so far, but all he could do now is send him a good song and hope for the best. Jack wished Val farewell and extended his goodbyes to Logan.

“Guess I’ll see ya around.” And with that, he left.

 

[Ineptitude]

♬ Chun "Happy" Ji-Hyun ♬​

Happy didn't bother fighting the smile that made it's way onto her lips. She was smiling, and it was real. Not the fake, carefully crafted ones she would usually direct towards those around her. Then again, she's been doing that a lot recently, hasn't she? Ever since she first laid eyes on the pamphlets spread all over campus. Her mouth curved into a smile so perfectly reflecting the crescent moon that gradually rose into the sky. There was something about the way she smiled; the way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of her stomach and the way the sun had somehow toppled down from the sky and made a home right there in her heart.

Once she was out of the hall, with a bounce to her steps, Happy navigated her way through the ever so crowded streets. She moved along in the thick crowd, weaving through the sea of people with a firm hand grasping the case she carried on her back. Fortunately, her apartment building wasn't too far from the hall, only a couple or so streets further. Which made it all the more embarrassing how she got so distracted on the way there. She veered around the next corner, briefly stopping at a nearby food cart to buy a few samosas to munch on, before continuing on her merry way back to her home.

Several minutes later could Happy be seen slamming her door close behind her. It was a very small apartment, under thirty square meters in fact, but it still manages to include the conveniences necessary for a modern university student life. She shrugged of her case, gingerly sliding it into her closet before unceremoniously plopping down on the bed. She blindly groped around for her laptop at her bedside, before carefully placing the aforementioned device on her stomach. She might as well send the email now before finishing up on her day with dinner and a nice, hot shower.

Mood: Vivacious Location: Crystal Music Hall -> Apartment Building Interaction: Nobody TT ^ TT​

 

[s e v e n]

~ logan / isidora ~

A note in his hand, Logan unfolded it. He breathed out a small laugh as he read its content, clearly admiring the fact that the pen was pink. Maybe he could’ve given the girl a chance- at least from what he have seen, she did not seem half bad. When the boy- Jack- bid him goodbye, Logan waved at him, folding the note back and shoving it in his pocket.

The blonde was about to head back towards Mike, perhaps keeping the guy accompanied as Logan clearly knew how he’d be in the middle of a crowd. It was then when he saw the figure of a girl- a really tall one at that- standing by the set of seats, seemingly at lost with herself. At that, Logan decided to approach her first, slipping between the seats. At closer look, the girl did seem interesting- her hair a colorful mix of scorching dyed red and raven black. He could also take a quick conclusion that he mustn’t have seen her perform before, otherwise he would have remembered. Could she be a friend of someone? If anything, he knew that she was no usual folk.

“Hey,” he called out to her. There was no reason not to talk to her, after all. Being closer to her, he frowned slightly. She was tall. Now he had an odd urge to stand her next to Mike. “You didn’t audition, did you? Waiting for a friend?”


Isidora was snapped out of her calm daydream by a male whom she recognized as the mind behind the operation. He was just as she had heard he be like, slim with an average build but with a presence that could rival her own. She responded to his question carefully, not wanting to make a misstep. “No I didn’t audition but I do want to inquire if you have any spaces for a roadie? I know that you and your band-mates will be busy a majority of the time and will need a pillar to help stabilize your operations. I wish to help you do this. So? What do you think? I would like you to know that I’d be honored to work with so many talented musicians.” She paused before adding, “My name’s Isidora Ferriera by the way.”

Isidora hoped that she wouldn’t come across as weird or intimidating, as she normally did to the point of it becoming a daily occurrence. She genuinely wanted to work alongside musicians like the ones of whom auditioned earlier as she would have the possibility of making new friends or just finding many new inspirations through the music the band could create.

Isidora had not felt this antsy since she had applied for NYU but had neglected to show this fear within her features with the shades also serving as a barrier to her probably fear-ridden eyes. Isidora waited patiently for a reply…


Perfect. Yet another odd request that follows a songwriter and a band manager. Was this a normal occurrence in the making of a band? He would have been settled with decent performers to play as his background, but no. Slowly he began to think: were they really genuine in wanting to join or perhaps they were simply using his band as a reason to perhaps hang around or escape homework? Honestly he could not tell, besides- who on earth would want to be a roadie? It was not as though they were going on trips or anything yet. And not to be sexist, but a girl roadie. . . (alright, perhaps that was being a bit sexist)

“Uh, did you say roadie?” he asked, blinking. After a pause, he straightened himself, clearing his throat. “Alright, first of all- I do appreciate the offer for help but. . .you do know that this is non-paying, right?” asked the male, crossing his arms- a casual posture he had developed as a habit. He took a few moment to consider, before a thought occurred to him.

“Alright, you can tell me but-” Logan glanced over his back first before he looked back at her, narrowing his eyes slightly before leaning a bit closer, lowering his voice. “Is there someone you like here?” he asked, because truthfully, he found almost no other reason to be joining as a roadie. “Because if so, I totally get it- but you’d have to tell me because I’m not sure if said person is who I would recruit or not.”


Isidora couldn’t help but chuckle at the male’s response to her request. He didn’t seem to take much from her words and so she decided to explain herself further would only be fair. “No I do not have a particular interest in anyone here and even if I did, I am not the type of person who would weasel their way into a band for something like that.” She paused before looking the guy dead in the eye and saying, “I want to become a roadie as whilst I do play keyboard from time to time, I do rather enjoy to learn about the ‘tricks of the trade’ if you will and I also take pride in assisting other in their dreams and aspirations from behind the scenes...the spotlight isn’t really my thing to be honest senor. I know it may seem odd but I am aware of no payment and I am more than happy for the experience. Also, I wouldn’t underestimate one’s workload- just forewarning you.” Isidora finished while returning to leaning back on the wall.

Isidora knew that her statement could rile-up the male to the point of him refusing her request or even outright becoming angered at her words. She was teetering on being condescending near the end of her response but what she said was true, no one could overestimate themselves and having someone else there to worry about other issues would help prevent any issues arising that would affect the band negatively.

Her eyes scanned the male’s frame and face in order to gauge his reaction and, by her own admission, he was quite still which either meant her understood her point or was a second away from lashing out. Isidora waited, expecting the worst but hoping for the best…


As the girl explained herself, Logan listened, and by the end, he couldn’t help but feel one thing. . . Well, she was genuine alright. Or at least she seemed as so, and her reasons were surprisingly understandable in their position. If anything, he felt a bit flattered. It was as though she was treating the band as some sort of internship, like looking for an experience at workplace. Perhaps she was majoring in art? If so, it almost made him feel guilty for her to follow him, as he was really an engineering student.

“Alright. That’s a valid enough reason. . .I suppose,” he stated, looking down and up of her briefly. It would be lying to say if he wasn’t hesitating on a decision. Sure, it may have appeared like free help on first glance, but what if more people joined in this way? Logan had aimed this band to be genuinely serious, he couldn’t afford it to be transformed into a place where teenagers meet and hangout. He gave out a nervous chuckle, running his fingers through his hair.

“Two questions,” he stated. “What major are you in, because you seem to have quite heck of a free time- forgive the assumption and do correct me if I’m mistaken. Also, how do you get so tall?” Logan asked, frowning as he stood at the tip of his toes, trying to equal the other girl. “Honestly,” he stated, laughing slightly before he removed himself from his tip-toeing position. “Now that I think about it, you might have the structure to become a roadie- I mean your height, obviously,” he quickly added out of courtesy. He clearly didn’t want to be mistaken for calling a girl fat.

“Still,” he continued. “I. . .I’ll think about it, okay? No promises. Send me a mail so I’ll know how to contact you later on- or rather, just give me your number now, actually,” he said, fishing out his tab from his bag.


Isidora pondered on his words, he had every right to be concerned but she wanted those worries quelled as quickly as possible. She responded carefully saying, “I’m majoring in animation which does allow for free time when my work is satisfactory.” She laughed quietly before continuing “Also, my height comes as a mystery to me...I have heard that my avô was a tall man but I’m not quite sure. All I am sure off is that I have always been tall and my build has always been toned. Capoeira has helped though, with the build that is…”

She paused. ”Sorry I get sidetracked at times at the very least I hope to assist in any jobs concerning the band when necessary so you can concern yourself with the band itself, here’s my number and email by the way.” Isidora handed him a piece of card with her name, email and mobile number on that she had prepared earlier, she always had to be prepared...

Isidora was now starting to become awkward and she cursed herself for it. Her social skills were acceptable most of the time but could waver. She had hoped that she would request to be a roadie and be accepted with no problem, but she was also slightly glad for his insistence on understanding her motives as it meant he was someone who took things seriously or at least took the band seriously and for that she commended him. Isidora was used to being questioned for her actions but it was usually due to said actions not being to a person’s liking or just out of spite. However, here she felt the questions, whilst having a slight undertone of disdain in his speech, he was genuinely looking out for the interests of the band and didn’t want random people loitering around the hardworking band members.


Logan nodded every once in a while as he listened to her. Perhaps things like these made him a pretty decent listener. “No, it’s fine,” he said, laughing slightly. “Capoeira. . . is that martial art thing, right?”

And no, your height is DEFINITELY not average for male, he wanted to say, much to the defense of his own height (he really didn’t want to be considered below average), yet held his tongue back. It could’ve been a bit offensive, after all, and perhaps that night he had offended enough people. Logan has wasted his quota for the day to insult people- maybe tomorrow.

Upon receiving a name card, the blonde raised up his eyebrows, taking it in his hand before giving it a scan. Isidora Ferriera. Obviously, judged from her accent as well, he could tell that she was not someone from around here- at least perhaps English wasn’t her first language. The surname confirms it even more. He decided not to think about it much longer, settling the thought to perhaps later on when he had gotten a chance to lay back in his dorms. “Okay then,” he said, grinning while he waved the card in his hand before pocketing it. “I’ll contact you just at the same time for call-backs. Will think about it, I promise you- appreciate it, really,” he added by the end, smiling sheepishly.

“I mean, how you wanted to give a helping hand to the band and stuff. I know it’s not big now- but I can promise you it’d be worth it, trust me,” he stated, a bit of overconfidence audible in his voice yet he made no effort to correct himself. After all, he was sure he wasn’t going to fail. What’s wrong with being a little bit optimistic? “So, um,” he looked around, rather unsure with himself. He couldn’t just leave her like this, could he? Especially with her shy demeanour. . . it almost reminded him of Mike.

“You’re from NYU too, right? You’ve got a ride home? If not you can tag along with me and Mike- probably would go fetch dinner first, though, but I do have a car?”


“Capoeira is a martial art yes, from Brazil in fact, maybe I could tell you more about it sometime if you would like?. And I do look forward to hearing from you, I know it sounds odd to be so interested in the behind the scene of a band but I understand it as work behind closed doors helps build up the performances.”

She smiled gently when offered a lift home, “Yes I’m from NYU and I would very much like to take you up on your offer thank you senhor.” Isidora hadn’t been offered something as simple as hanging out with anyone in a while, not that it never occurred, it was just so rare and usually she felt disconnected from her compatriots that she felt quite surprised at the offer being shown to her that it took a few seconds for the young Portuguese female to process the request and answer. Isidora hoped her voice, which usually gave an air of disinterest, wouldn’t deter the blonde from considering her as a roadie for his band, though she held onto the fact that he hadn’t turned her down immediately so must at least be partially interested in her offer...

Pushing herself off of the wall, Isidora stepped slightly closer to the blonde male and adjusted her shades and hat before waiting for him to lead on. She started to think about their conversation and cam to one conclusion, that she knew this was only the beginning of a long road but was not afraid in which direction that road would lead...

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Micheal 'Mike' Westwood

Mike looked at Logan offended. He was smart, he read literature, Non-fiction, and Documentary's in his spare time. He was smarter than most, that was for sure. When Logan explained why, it made three times more sense. Honestly that did sound like a Time-saving Idea. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking of that. He blushed lightly at the closeness, and smiled at being called a 'special condition'. At the reassurance, he smiled. Of course Logan would say that he's better. He could beat Logan at an IQ test and the boy would still probably say he's better. But it was Logans way of reassurance. "What so, the singer is actually your backup singer?" He joked, Knocking Logan's shoulder with his own lightly.

He nodded, as he watched Logan talk to a pink haired girl and another boy, who... Also looked Asian. Fuck he was cute tho. They both were, but the boy was really cute. He didn't notice him perform tho. Neither did the pink-haired girl. Hm, He wondered what they wanted to ask about? Well, He could Ask Logan later if he was curious enough. He stretched, and looked to the receding crowd. Now that he wasn't on stage and ignoring everyone, he felt self-conscious again. He needed more tea. He watched the two leave, and notice that Logan was about to come back but went to another lady with... Amazing hair. He sighed, of course everyone would like to talk to Logan, but that didn't help him not feel curious. He sighed exaggeratedly, knee bouncing. He put his headphones on and played some music to hum to to try and calm himself down. It worked somewhat, he relaxed enough to not feel jittery.

When he noticed Logan approaching, he also noticed the girl. He smiled, and introduced himself. "I'm Micheal, but just call me Mike." he smiled shyly. He wanted to compliment the girl on her hair, but he didn't have the courage. But, he had to have courage to sing, so he did anyway. "I uh, Like your hair. It's different." He smiled shyly, and instantly wanted to hide in a hole. "Can we.. go home yet?" He asked Logan, mentioning to the more or less empty hall.

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PLACE: Crystal Music Hall
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nadia e. abbot + damian locke

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Damian couldn’t help it, he smiled even wider and thanked the fair haired girl eagerly. “You weren’t half bad yourself, darling, I’m surprised you aren’t renown yet. I doubt I sensed anything off beat, it was actually quite stunning.”

Nadia kept her smile etched on her lips as her stomach cried for food. She didn’t want to be rude to the bloke, there was even a possibility that he could show her the way to food (that was hopefully cheap). Her right eyebrow rose in slight surprise at the compliment; well, at least she thought it was a compliment. “Thanks, mate, You looked pretty sick doing the cool bassist thingy.” She gave him a nod while her hands rose and shuffled the cap on her head. Nadia could feel the hunger boil in her stomach which only wavered her smile.

‘Mate.’ It was at this moment, Damian realized that this chick was in fact not British or Canadian, she is an Aussie. Slightly upset at being wrong, he said “Thanks,” once more, before looking around the hall and realizing that is was getting quite empty now. Understanding that the instigator of the event seemed to busy, he decided to just email him later instead of pushing it. Noticing that the girl he met seemed to be slightly… Skittish? Uncomfortable? (social anxiety maybe?) He decided to offer her a chance to go for some quick dinner or something. “Wanna catch dinner with me? It’s getting quite late, darling. I’ll even pay,” he added in for good measure. Cute girls were always worth it.

Nadia’s stomach seemed to shut up at the sound of him offering to buy her a quick dinner. Her hand floated to her jean’s back pocket, ready to grab her wallet, before he quickly offered to buy it for her. Who knew Americans could be so nice? Nadia nodded as if she was a little seven-year-old child with a toothy grin. “Thanks, mate.” Nadia’s voice trailed off as she realised she had no idea who the guy was. She was only listening to the song part of the audition, not the actual introduction. Nadia flashed the bloke another smile as she searched her brain to find the guy’s name.

“So d’you have anything particular in mind? ‘Cause let me tell you some NYU insider secrets, there’s only three good things near the campus, and that is the pizza place, the Garamond cafe, and McD about ten minutes away,” Damian laughed a bit, and a nodded towards the exit, walking further to the front to pick up his guitar so he could leave. As he was about to go he suddenly remembered that he did not in fact remember this girl’s name. Mentally facepalming at himself for being forgetful, he supposed he would now wreck his brain into either remembering or getting a sneaky way to get her to say it. ‘Mission Impossible couldn’t have been this horribly convoluted,’ he thought to himself.

Nadia couldn’t remember his name. Her brain was crashing and all she could do was smile and wave like the penguin from that movie. The Aussie couldn’t help but mentally cringe at the thought of going to McDonalds with the blonde bloke and it was far too late for coffee, unless Americans strangely went to coffee shops at night. With a simple shrug, Nadia decided on the first option. “Pizza sounds good,” Nadia nodded, “Haven’t had American pizza yet so, seems like ace choice.”

“New York is like, literally, the birthplace of pizza, and this is like the best, so you shouldn’t be too disappointed with it. The crust is wicked thin, and the cheese is just,-” He abruptly cuts himself off when he realizes that he sounds worse than a fucking advert. Continuing to walk towards the exit he immediately began thinking of plans to get her name. Maybe asks her where she if she works? Or what class she’s in? Surely she’ll mention it one way or the other. “So what are you like, majoring in, anyways?”

Nadia followed the bloke, her rugged backpack bouncing on her back as she listened to the guy praising New York pizza. It only made her stomach growl even more as the thought of pizza made her mouth water and her heart skip a beat. “What I major in?” Nadia repeated with a raised brow, “I’m a music major, hence the drums,” Nadia twirled the stick in her hand, “But dropping out seems like a good idea, it's not like I haven’t done it before.” She joked, only being half-serious, “What about you?” She asked back, hoping that maybe his name would slip.

So that plan didn’t work, he cried in his head, but Damian couldn’t help but nod along to her saying that dropping out didn’t seem that bad. “I’m actually taking an architecture course, it’s a fucking nightmare let me tell ya,” He scoffed, “Another year of living like this and then the rest of my life? I don’t know if this is working out quite frankly.” He muttered under his breath, looking a bit disappointed for a second. Anyhow, onto plan B. “So you don’t look like you’re from here? What’s up with that?”

Nadia half-listened to the bloke as he spoke about how terrible architecture was. The young aussie gave the guy a comforting smile; she knew how he felt about having a shit major, it felt like the whole fun of the major was being sucked out during lectures. Nadia was about to speak once more when he asked the question. “I’m from Alice Springs, down under ya’know? I moved up here because I wanted to learn music but my professor is droning on about everything but what makes music fun,” She spoke disheartedly, her right foot kicking a small pebble she found idly on the ground. Her focus was stuck on the pebble as she kicked it around lazily.

“Alice Springs is where though? I’m afraid I’m only very loosely knowledgeable when it comes to Australia…” This plan is not working, he let out an inward sigh. What did he know about the place anyways? Kangaroos, aborigenes, meat on the barbie… Either Melbourne or Canberra was the capital and Australians sound like drunk Brits. This wasn’t helpful info. Damian cringed to himself once more.

Nadia had finally decided that she needed to stop thinking about food and figure out who was buying her dinner. But she had no idea what question to ask him, her mind was blank. “Oh, it’s in the middle of Australia, I thought everyone called it the Land Down Under here.” Nadia tried to lighten the tone as she plastered a smile, this wasn’t exactly going to plan. “Do you have a job?” She asked, maybe she’s seen him working somewhere with a nametag. Once they finally arrived at the pizza place, her lips released a silent sigh of relief; it was time for food.

“Oh yeah actually, remember i mentioned the not crappy coffeeshop? I work the afternoon shifts on the weekdays. What about yourself?” He asked going for a seat. The familiar place making him fill with joy, he took in a whiff and motioned for a waitress to come over, and took that opportunity to look more closely at his companion. Who did she look like? A Margaret? Nancy? Sasha? This was very frustrating, Damian blinked and pointed towards the menu as the waitress came around, as if asking her what she wanted.

“Me? I work odd jobs here and there, no one really wants to hire a highschool dropout from Australia,” Nadia chuckled as she picked up a menu and scanned for what looked good on the menu. The night was filled with awkwardness as basic questions were thrown between each other as Nadia chomped down on the pizza; at least the guy was right about the food. At times, Nadia would often ask a question which she hoped he would reveal his name but it was unsuccessful. Other times, Nadia thought the bloke was trying to flirt with her but she disregarded it as nothing important. After finishing her meal, Nadia awkwardly thanked the bloke with her Australian charm before rushing out of the pizza place and headed back to her dorm, keeping her head down while her belongings in her backpack loudly crashed with each other.

 

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Day 2: Call-Backs​

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"Everybody hoping they could be the one
I was born to run, I was born for this."
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Saturday, March 24, 2018

Summary: The big day has passed, and now dawn a brand new day. Already given their maximum efforts, there was nothing the participants could do besides waiting and expecting one and a single mail. All has been done. Despite some obvious choices, Logan was also faced with a hard time to determine his choices, as one wrong move may have cost him his entire dream. When the sun rises that morning, however, he was ready. Call-backs, fasten your seat-belts. It's going to be a hell of a ride.
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mood: hyped ✦ location: garamond cafe ✦ time: 11:50 AM
tags: mike , damian







Blaring music pounded hard against the windshield, bass booming at a constant rate. It was a surprise that the windows hadn't broken yet, or that the male had not crashed his car yet. Blue-green eyes were hidden beneath a pair of dark shades, fingers wrapped tightly round his steering wheels as Logan made a sharp turn over the corner of the streets. After all, he was the one that had made the promise, and by any chances, he was delayed to exit the campus. There was no way he was going to arrive late on their first meeting, what impression would that made? He knew he said that the group was pretty laid back, yet he also wanted them to know that he was being serious at the same time. Mostly serious.

"Shit!" he cursed as he nearly ran into another car. The blond honked loudly for a very long time, his fist practically hammering the button. Wheels made a skidding noise as it scratched itself upon the road, Logan rolled his side window down before he stick up his middle finger out. More profanities came out, some too insulting to be written down in RPNation, none which are audible through the loud music. He went through few more blocks- Logan knew that the place was not that far as he had specifically chosen it to be nearby campus- and after a while, the view of a simplistic cafe emerged by the corner of the street, its sign dangling by its front.

Garamond.

Logan threw his steering wheels to the side, stepping the brakes only a bit too sudden. The car made its halt, its repulsion slightly bouncing the male off his seat. Logan drummed against the wheels, grinning in satisfaction as he checked the time by his watch. He was ten minutes early, thanks to his more than obvious talent in driving. The blonde rolled his windows up before turning off his music. Surely he have entertained most people by the cafe with his music.

"Here we are," he said without looking at Mike on the passenger's seat who might or might not be experiencing repeated trauma from being in Logan's car, as he removed the keys from its hold, spinning it between his fingers before shoving it by his front pocket. "Can't believe we still made it on time- with the traffic and the ridiculous drivers nowadays, honestly," he shook his head before heading out his car, closing the door.

Just from the outside, the scent of coffee beans were thick in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of daytime New York. The place was most crowded at Saturday, when most people, mostly students of NYU due to how close the place was to campus, were for once freed from their daily work. After all, with the none too expensive prices and decent food (also, free WiFi), there was no reason not to love the place. Logan entered through the class door, and instantly the smell of freshly baked pastries and warm brewed drinks overwhelmed him. The bells rang again when the door closed behind him, the outside noise muted and replaced with a voice of distant pop music, covered by the chattering of people and clinking of utensils.

Logan looked around, trying to spot a familiar face. Could they not be here yet? After all, he was a bit early (ten minutes-). It was then when he spotted someone. Yes. That was definitely one of the PandaTowns. Was it Jack or Damian, though? He remembered accepting two males, three including Mike, but he sort of forgot who was who. The blonde male turned to Mike, smiling. "Hey big guy- can you order me my usuals? Order something for yourself too, I'll pay, okay? Thanks-" he stated, patting the guy on his shoulder and turned around before he heard himself a response. Approaching the other male, Logan slide himself in a chair in front of the guy- Damian, he was betting on the half-chance.

"Hey," he greeted, certainly beaming. Despite how much he tried to keep a usual composure, there was no denying how enthusiastic he was. "You're uh- Damian, right? Or Jack-" he added the last part in a mutter, being half sure. "Been here a while?"




















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Hey! I've made my decision and, well, you're accepted! Congrats! Could you be meeting me by the Garamond coffee shop? You know, that one near our campus. It's just a small team meeting and such, to maybe discuss some schedules and all sort. Please be there by twelve sharp. Inform me ASAP if you are unable to come. - Logan

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Blaring music pounded hard against the windshield, bass booming at a constant rate. It was a surprise that the windows hadn't broken yet, or that the male had not crashed his car yet. Blue-green eyes were hidden beneath a pair of dark shades, fingers wrapped tightly round his steering wheels as Logan made a sharp turn over the corner of the streets. After all, he was the one that had made the promise, and by any chances, he was delayed to exit the campus. There was no way he was going to arrive late on their first meeting, what impression would that made? He knew he said that the group was pretty laid back, yet he also wanted them to know that he was being serious at the same time. Mostly serious.

"Shit!" he cursed as he nearly ran into another car. The blond honked loudly for a very long time, his fist practically hammering the button. Wheels made a skidding noise as it scratched itself upon the road, Logan rolled his side window down before he stick up his middle finger out. More profanities came out, some too insulting to be written down in RPNation, none which are audible through the loud music. He went through few more blocks- Logan knew that the place was not that far as he had specifically chosen it to be nearby campus- and after a while, the view of a simplistic cafe emerged by the corner of the street, its sign dangling by its front.

Garamond.

Logan threw his steering wheels to the side, stepping the brakes only a bit too sudden. The car made its halt, its repulsion slightly bouncing the male off his seat. Logan drummed against the wheels, grinning in satisfaction as he checked the time by his watch. He was ten minutes early, thanks to his more than obvious talent in driving. The blonde rolled his windows up before turning off his music. Surely he have entertained most people by the cafe with his music.

"Here we are," he said without looking at Mike on the passenger's seat who might or might not be experiencing repeated trauma from being in Logan's car, as he removed the keys from its hold, spinning it between his fingers before shoving it by his front pocket. "Can't believe we still made it on time- with the traffic and the ridiculous drivers nowadays, honestly," he shook his head before heading out his car, closing the door.

Just from the outside, the scent of coffee beans were thick in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of daytime New York. The place was most crowded at Saturday, when most people, mostly students of NYU due to how close the place was to campus, were for once freed from their daily work. After all, with the none too expensive prices and decent food (also, free WiFi), there was no reason not to love the place. Logan entered through the class door, and instantly the smell of freshly baked pastries and warm brewed drinks overwhelmed him. The bells rang again when the door closed behind him, the outside noise muted and replaced with a voice of distant pop music, covered by the chattering of people and clinking of utensils.

Logan looked around, trying to spot a familiar face. Could they not be here yet? After all, he was a bit early (ten minutes-). It was then when he spotted someone. Yes. That was definitely one of the PandaTowns. Was it Jack or Damian, though? He remembered accepting two males, three including Mike, but he sort of forgot who was who. The blonde male turned to Mike, smiling. "Hey big guy- can you order me my usuals? Order something for yourself too, I'll pay, okay? Thanks-" he stated, patting the guy on his shoulder and turned around before he heard himself a response. Approaching the other male, Logan slide himself in a chair in front of the guy- Damian, he was betting on the half-chance.

"Hey," he greeted, certainly beaming. Despite how much he tried to keep a usual composure, there was no denying how enthusiastic he was. "You're uh- Damian, right? Or Jack-" he added the last part in a mutter, being half sure. "Been here a while?"

 

[Ineptitude]

♬ Chun "Happy" Ji-Hyun ♬​

Happy hastened her steps. She could already see her destination emerging just over the horizon. The café lied just up ahead, the golden rays of the midday sun shining down on the elegant name, "Garamond". Her bouncing footfalls held a certain rhythm to them, a certain beat as she walked across the pavement. Her lips tugged up into a cheery smile. Even without earphones on, her head was a full blown concert driven by the sweet sound of the piano, giving her strides a musical tempo. A burst of inspiration during her walk and she was already composing a song within her mind. Inwardly, she lamented the fact that she didn't have her keyboard or any paper with her to record or write the score down. Maybe the barista would be nice enough to lend her a pencil or something so she could just write on the napkins they provided with every order.

The keyboardist checked her wristwatch: 11:52. Eight minutes earlier than scheduled. Luckily, Happy had decided to leave her apartment early, otherwise she would've been late because of the adorable stray kitten that hung around the entrance of the building. If her apartment had allowed animals, her room would definitely be swarming with puppies and kittens by now. The dozens of patrons glanced up as she pushed the doors open, heralded by the telltale sound of the bell and the city. Just as quickly, however, did they return to their conversations as the door swung closed behind the new entrant, accompanied yet again by the telltale sound of the bell, and the muffling of the hustle and bustle outside of the establishment.

Happy energetically made her way over to the counter, standing in line behind a particularly tall young man, preparing to order her usual double espresso. Fortunately, and unfortunately for her, the café didn't have any guarana, so she couldn't request for her favorite drink: A Guarana Adrenalino. A very, very highly caffeinated drink which would, no doubt, result in a Happy you would not want to deal with. Her guardian certainly wouldn't. She blinked once, then twice. Now that she thought about it, the person in front of her was oddly familiar. There was something about his silhouette that roused her memory. She just couldn't quite put her finger on it. She leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. Her eyes widened in recognition. It was Michael, the amazingly talented singer from the audition that she clapped pretty damn loudly for.

When the other had inevitably caught sight of her, Happy immediately flashed him a friendly smile and a wave. "Hello there!"

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Micheal 'Mike' Westwood

Before Logan decided to drag him out of their room to go to a cafe, Mike was calmly reading while drinking his tea. He had only just barely finished said tea when Logan told him to get ready since they were leaving. He luckily grabbing his bag, his music and his book so he can read or distract himself while waiting. At first, he thought that it wouldn't be too bad. But then he had gotten into the car and remembered what Logan was like when driving.

'Ah yes, I had forgotten the reason why I walk.' Mike thought to himself as he suffered through Logans driving. It would be just three times easier to just walk. and he only needed to leave a little early. How the man even gotten a Driving Licence, Mike would never know. He sighed as the ride was over, and got out, listening to Logan ramble. "Oh, so yourself then?" He asked, with a cheeky Grin, following Logan. Logan was pretty hyped for this, So Mike was willing to let Logan loose. Well, until he tried to do something weird that is. They walked in, before Logan told him to order his usual. Mike just rolled his eyes, he'd pay for himself thanks. He walked to the counter, ordered Logans usual, they seemingly already knew it, and ordered his own sweet tea. He couldn't drink coffee, the less energy his brain had the better. That and he didn't like the bitter-ness of it. He payed for both, Logan can just give him the money later, Grabbed both drinks and was about to try and find Logan, when a girl, a pretty one at that, came up to him.

His brain short-circuited at the fact that someone decided to talk to him. Though she probably just recognised him from the auditions, and decided to be polite. "Uhm, Hello." He greeted, with a slight bow of the head. It was a thing his mum always did, a slightly nod or head-bow, and he just picked up on it. "If you're looking for Logan, I can take you to him? I was going over to him anyway." He smiled slightly, before walking over to the table where Logan was talking to the other guy. He was going to have fun learning names wasn't he? Though, not wanting to be rude, he never asked, and sat down next to Logan. "You're usual, Logan." He said, putting the drink in front of the other male. "Honestly, coffee is so bitter how can you drink it?" He asked pouting,sipping his tea. Did they put honey in it? It's so sweet! "Oh, the Keyboardist-girl is here. I'm- I'm sorry, I'm bad at names." He apologised to the Asian woman, smiling apologetically. He could remember most Facts he hear, but he couldn't remember names. He took another sip of his drink, trying to shrink himself. Why was he here again? Why couldn't he just stayed home? Then again, it was hard refusing Logan when he didn't give you much of a choice in the matter. He took out his book from his bag and started to read, deciding to just curl up on his seat and re-read the book he has to memorize for his literature classes.

MOOD: Slightly skittish
PLACE: Garamond Café
TIME: 11:50 AM
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