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{ @one hundred and two ;; yep, that's fine!
@h a r l e y ;; sure thing, though i kinda liked the whole girl band vs boy band thing
@everyone ;; it looks like everyone has at least posted their characters, so we can get started. hmmm, i guess we could start with it being about a month (30 days) before the festival starts, and everything is being set up. but the bands have to register before the concert so everyone will be heading over to sign up. that way we can go ahead and have character interaction or what not haha. i will post my first post momentarily :3 }

[ringo,]

{{Oh, okay then it can stay that way, I don't mind :3
I personally don't like that kind of thing, but your the owner so whatever's good for you :3}}

[Monster.]

{I changed Reese's photos around a bit}

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I am sorry. But I am currently down at my dads house. I have little access to internet besides now because I am at his work. Thanks for understanding:33

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A loud beeping noise caused the small girl in the bed to squirm, her hand slammed against the neighboring night stand, grabbing the source of the noise and ripping it out of the wall. Narrowing her hazel eyes she let everything come into focus, glancing at the screen on her phone. Why did I set an alarm!?...Oh yea the battle of the bands... she blinked quickly. The time in big white number was unreadable to her, so Reagan's hand returned to the night stand in search for her glasses. After poking herself in the face multiple times, she finally managed to get the glasses to rest on her nose. The blurry world coming together. The alarm the red haired girl had set read. "You going to be late idiot." Reagan tilted her head in confusion for a second for her eyes made their way to the time. "10:30?! I am going to be late!"
The freckled faced teen jumped out of the bed, automatically tripping over her feet and falling face first into her bedroom floor. Groaning slightly she pushed herself up on her skinny arms, making eye contact with the black cat on floor. "What are you looking at?" she asked the small animal before her face spread into a sleepy smile. Sitting up she ran one hand threw Link's soft dark fur, a deep purr arising from his throat. There was no call from downstairs, and with a bump like that anyone in the house would be awake. Her dad must be at work, he never was home anyway.
Standing up she saw herself in the mirror and jumped back slightly. Looking back at her was a petite girl with long messy red hair, not natural of course, covered in tattoos and piercings. To any normal person on the street she was freak, but when it came to band girls, she was nothing out of the ordinary. The darkness under eyes and her freckles were noticeable even at this distance. The large tee-shirt that was pajamas was practically falling of and one of her pale freckled shoulders was exposed. Sighing slightly the self conscious gal ran her fingers threw the tangled bed hair, grabbing a brush to finish the job.
That was about it, she hardly ever showed her hair much attention plus she was in a rush, the last thing she didn't was for her new band mates to be angry with her. Drummers were sadly one of the most easily replaced members. Quickly she grabbed the large sweatshirt that was laying on the nightstand. Just like the shirt it replaced it hung to her knees, even when she placed a pair of shorts under it they were almost unnoticeable. Moving towards the night stand she had to step over the tuxedo kitten that was attempting to catch hold of his long fluffy tail. Unlike most girls it usually only took her ten minutes to get ready in the morning. Though she defiantly didn't forget to remove the thick framed glasses and put in her contacts. Blinking quickly tears ran down her face from the agitation they caused.
The british teen jogged down the stairs, stepping onto the wooden first floor of her small house. Almost slipping from running on the slick floor with soft socks. Struggling to get into her grey vans Reagan bit her lip in concentration to keep her balance, she was known for being extremely clumsy. As soon as she double knotted the white laces, just to be safe, she grabbed the cold door handle. She triple checked for her phone, wallet (she wasn't a purse type of girl) and drum sticks (no real need for them, but she has had them with her).
She arrived at the festival panting, the place looked like a construction site. Yellow tape keeping people away from the stage that was being built there, people in bright "Grand Music Festival 2012" tee shirts walked among the crowds. Biting her lip the small girls eyes searched for a familiar face. Reagan was one of the youngest and newest to Reverse Side Effect and wasn't really "friends" with any of the other members. She was the exchange student from England who happened to own a pair of drums.

tagged ;; no one

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I have two things to say... 1) say anything. I'm warning you..that fontmeme is spam...because it's considered a photo. I'm just warning you so you know..I would know because I was told, and I didn't listen..then i got warned..and 2) I'm changing my male around...So he won't be caleb anymore..

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{ @βells ιs a мσnsтer ;; thanks for the heads up, and i'll edit the front page when you have finished with your changes :3 }

[new americana.]

{ Posting momentarily. c: }

[darlingdiablo]

tʀᴀvɪs ❝ tʀeʏ ❞ ʙᴇɴsᴏɴ

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"'Cause we are never, ever, ever getting back together!" A grumble sounded from a body buried under rumpled white sheets. Two eyes peeked out, groggily they shifted to see the illuminated letters on the clock. It was around ten, he had time- but he made sure to turn the alarm off. Resting his head back down, he turned on to lie on his back- his eyes looking towards the blank ceiling. A yawn escaped his lips, and he shifted over when Harley nudged his leg with her moist and cold nose. "Alright, alright," he murmured, patting the free space at the end of the bed for the golden retriever mix to hop up onto. Today was 'meet the band' day, fabulous. It was only ten and Travis still wasn't looking forward to taking a step out from his comfortable and warm bed.

Sitting up slowly, he looked down to his usual sleep-wear, light grey sweatpants and his white undershirt- the sweatpants rolled slightly up at the ends. He recalled the song that woke him up, and while rubbing his eyes he found himself humming to it. "Cause we are never , never, never getting back together," he mumbled to himself, standing and slowly heading towards his bathroom to do his usual morning rounds. Harley barely opened an eye as he did so. He stood infront of the mirror, examining himself. He didn't need to shave, infact, he'd done so last night knowing he wouldn't do it in the morning. Secondly, his hair was manageable, and as he ran a hair to it to draw it to the side and let his bangs take form he realized that was really all he needed to do. He smirked with satisfaction, picking up a hair-brush and bringing it to his lips, "I remember when we broke up the first time, saying this is it, I've had enough, 'cause like, we haven't seen each other in a month-" He paused, putting it down and shaking his head. I'm losing it, he thought to himself before heading to the make-shift closet.

Pulling off his shirt, he exchanged it for a white tee that had an anchor on the front, the words 'I refuse to sink' wrapped around it. Simple enough. Next, he pulled out some of his light grey jeans. Slipping out of his sweatpants and flinging them towards his basket of dirty clothes, which was already filled to the brim. He, of course, missed, and the pants fell to a heap on the ground. He sighed, hearing a knock on his door. Harley barked, practically flying from the bed and shooting past him. Travis started towards the stairs, then examined himself. In boxers. Sh-t. Taking a few steps back he grabbed his jeans and skipped down the stairs frantically, trying not to trip from his quick and unbalanced steps. The knock resounded. "Coming!" He shouted, landing the bottom and trying to hop into his jeans- pulling them up quickly. Travis continued to walk alone as he did, zipping and buttoning it in time to reach the door. Amen to that.

Opening the door, he looked out to be face to face with the UPS delivery man. "Travis Bensom?" He asked, a medium sized box under his arm. "Yes, that'd be me," he murmured, reach for the pen and quickly signing the order-slip. "Thanks," he muttered, taking the box and watching the guy leave his property and head back to the truck. Quickly opening it he discovered it was just another pair of converse he'd ordered a few weeks back. Glance to the clock. Ten forty-five. Ah cr-p, he thought to himself, slipping on the shoes and smelling the fresh air from the package.

Quickly, he ran back to finish with brushing his teeth, he grabbed his guitar-case, fed the dog, and headed out.

Apoun arrival, Travis first noticed how crowded the place was just for set-up. He was sure this was the place, the one and only. The music festival was about to start soon, and the preparation was going along nicely. The only problem now was finding anyone from his band. He was new here, technically as everyone else, and though he may have seen the faces or heard the names, he wasn't exactly quote-on-quote friends with anyone

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Her large hazel eyes darted around in every direction, gulping slightly. The crowd was making her uneasy and she was right in the middle of it. You could say Reagan was claustrophobic, but she loved being close to people she loved. She was just had extreme social anxiety, aka she was pretty much cripplingly shy. In her search for an escape she noticed many different people, and when I say different people I mean very different people. It was the Grand Music Festival after all, so there was really no set music genre. Which would only make the battle of the bands that much harder. One girl passed her with a look of disgust on her face, her long blond locks under a spotless brown cowboy hat. Very stereotypical with the white lacy dress and light boots.
The red haired girl let her eyes drop to the ground until she felt someone bump into her, it wasn't very much but it caused her to jump. The man who had been a victim to her carelessness towered over her, a bright blue mohawk and studded dog collar was the first thing she noticed before she squeaked slightly in fear. But the man kept moving and she caught her breath again. For any normal person that would have been nothing but for the freckled faced seventeen year old it was like a jump scare in a horror movie. And it wasn't just because of his stereotypical appearance, though that didn't make her feel any better, it was just the simple fact that he was another person.
She turned around, and still none of the faces that surrounded her looked familiar. Where are they!? the petite red head slipped around threw the crowd flinching slightly every time she almost touched someone. Reagan's face lit up slightly when she saw a table in the distance, a long line seemed to be lined along side it, Is that were you sign up? They have to be there! quickening her pace she kept her gaze focused on the table, ignoring the people around her.
A loud crash from behind her sent her eyes darting away from her target, a curse slipped from one of the men in the bright shirts as he reached for his dropped hammer and this nervous girl sighed in relief. But she didn't stay relaxed for long before she ran flat into a yet another person. Rubbing her head her face turned bright red before she glanced up at the dark haired boy. "S-sorry" the british teen told him in a shaky voice. Her eyes fell to her shoes, he wasn't wearing one of those bright shirts so he didn't work here. Maybe he was signing up for the big event, but he seemed just as lost as she was.
The table she had spotted earlier was gone. Oh great, right when I thought I had it. She turned her attention back to the boy who was towering over her. "You wouldn't happen to know where to sign up for this thing would you?" she asked flashing a weak smile. If she was lucky he would help her, but things like this got pretty competitive and he most likely was looking for a way to get her even more lost. But might as well take a chance, she wasn't getting anywhere ducking and flinching around a crowded place like this.

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{ i was going to wait for everyone to get their intros in before i posted again, but i really don't want this to die, which i am sure everyone is just busy, but im really excited to get started :3 }