The outdoor quad at Recuerdo Community College was more lively than ever on the evening in late spring when Vincent Beckett put his plan into motion. He had been putting things together for a week and a half, getting permission from staff and hanging flyers around campus, but the day had finally come.
The campus was mostly deserted by that time, the sun hanging low in the sky. The stage in the outdoor quad was usually used for special events, guest speakers, things like that. This evening however, a surprise donation from Beckett Fashion had convinced the college’s self-centered president to grant use of the stage area to a group of ‘driven young students’ in the pursuit of the musical arts.
Equipment and flyers lay in a messy sprawl around the stage area, the task of setting up all but abandoned for the moment as two students sprinted around the square. Franklin Price, a lanky young man with golden blonde hair, watched as his boyfriend Lucas chased their friend around the quad.
Lucas was fast, he had run track for all four years of high-school, but Vincent managed to keep him at bay by ducking around and hopping over obstacles. “You’re not getting me with that cupcake, Luke!” the dark-haired bassist taunted, immediately before slamming into something and landing flat on his back.
That ‘something’ turned out to be a short redheaded girl, one he recognized from his math class. “Sorry about that, Ember” he quickly apologized, scrambling to stand and help the girl to her feet.
“It’s Amber, you dingus” Luke corrected as he smeared the white frosted cupcake in his hand down the back of Vincent’s head. Amber’s eyes scanned the area, confused by how unprepared everything seemed. Then her eyes drifted to Vincent’s hands around hers, and her face began to flush.
“Amber? Oh, I just saw her hair and thought of Embers” Vincent murmured, earning a face-palm from Lucas and a roll of Franklin’s eyes. Vince and names went about as well together as water and oil.
“Am I early?” the young woman in question asked as Vincent released her hands and picked up her guitar case. “I can help set up if you need me to”
Vincent shook his head, eyeing the scattered equipment guiltily. “You’re not early, we’re just… a little behind schedule, but we’ll have everything up and going in no time!” he reassured the nervous girl. “We could definitely use the help though, there’s a lot to do and more people could show up any time now”
Together the four of them hurried to get everything set up for the auditions, the frosting in Vincent’s hair easily forgotten in their rush. They would still be mid way through setting up when the next person arrived to the auditions.
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