21 Studio [ performing arts school ] semi-lit, open

[Kaeris]

[Sorry for short post...]

☯ＫＥＮＮＥＴＨ ＡＤＡＭ ＭＯＯＮ Ⅱ☯

[outfit][♂][19][bi][musician]

Ｋenneth put his bag in under the bed in the dorm, and grabbed his guitar case. He sigh deeply and opened again, looking at his guitar and said "well... Guess it's time then..." He closed the case again and picked it up, heading out of the dorm and into the try out room. He looked around a bit and put his guitar down. he took off his baseball jacket and hung it in his back pocket, letting it hang there. He looked around the room a bit, and bit his lips together, thinking to himself 'Now I get nervous! Chill out Ken... it will go well.. Don't worry.' But the blond guy didn't believe in his own words at that moment. He sat down on a random chair and put his guitar by his side, and slightly crossed his arms, looking around, by his emerald green eyes. He started rambling up random facts in his head, trying to get on other thoughts for a while. Of course the guy was nervous, as he wasn't use to singing or playing nay instrument in front of someone, besides his brother. As he thought back a bit on his younger half brother, he got a bit calmer. Ken smiled a bit and looked around, seeing some people in the room. Some seemed busy, so Kenneth would stick to sitting there for now.

ＷＥ'ＲＥ ＡＬＬ ＪＵＳＴ ＳＴＯＲＩＥＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ

[Komaniac]

Ａｄａｍ Ｒａｎｄａｌ Ｙｏｕｎｇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs I ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ...

Adam was sitting on one of the chairs in the classroom, tapping with his feet on the floor, making a small rhytm. He frowned, staring at the lyrics on his noteblock. It didn't feel right. Something was still missing. The introverted guy bit his lip and scratched his head, before he gave up and put his noteblock away, gazing around the classroom. He knew he had to play something soon, in front of the others. It would be scary, the guy wasn't used to attention after all. He tried to avoid it. Not the best thing if you wanted to become a musician, but that was simply Adam. He had been through a lot in his short life, so he had enough inspiration for songs. Even since it had been a few weeks ago his girlfriend had broken up with him. Or well, he had broken up with her after he caught her cheating on him. It had torn the boy apart, but nobody here knew that. He only knew he was done with girls for now, and music was his only love.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Aʟʟɪɢᴀᴛᴏʀ Sᴋʏ?

[aura-]

alex parker - eighteen - musician - drummer

Alex took the guitar strap off her shoulder and held her guitar by the neck. She walked into the room and saw as people took their seats. There was one left so she sat down and set the guitar horizontally in her lap. The chairs were spaced far enough apart so she wouldn't be annoying people with the tail of her guitar. She sat for a moment and did what she normally did before any big performance. She sat silently. But this was to big for her and it wasn't working. She glanced around the room and her heart dropped to the ground as she didn't see a drum set. She then saw one. it was tucked away on a small sliding platform, so it's moveable. She felt good again. She pulled her drum sticks out of her back pocket and held them in her hand as her electric guitar rested on her lap. She looked to her left and saw a boy with a guitar and she said "what instruments do you play?" she just wanted to start a conversation. If not it would be awkward. She soon realized that the students that were sitting down are watching you perform. It felt a little odd at the thought, Scared that they will look down at her for playing the drums like everyone does in California. But they eventually got used to it. Even though it took a while

tagged;; Ken

[Kaeris]

☯ＫＥＮＮＥＴＨ ＡＤＡＭ ＭＯＯＮ Ⅱ☯

[outfit][♂][19][bi][musician]

Ｋenneth put his elbow on his leg, and put his chin on his hand and looked around by his eyes. Of course Kenneth was nervous, but what kept his was the thought of his younger half brother. e knew Matty looked up at Ken. And if Ken did this, he knew Matty would follow his dreams. Kenneth looked around a bit and saw a girl take the seat next to him, with her big guitar. Ken looked back around and then at her again as she spoke, and simply replied "Acoustic guitar, and a bit of drums." He gave her a slight smile and asked her "and you?" but he then found it a stupid question as he saw the drumsticks and the guitar, and quickly said "never mind, I figured out what." He pulled his head back from his hand and leaned back to the chair, slightly sinking down and looked around, then back at her, and as he thought she was one of the students, he asked "my name's Ken, what's your?" Just to make a little chitty chat with his, probably, fellow student. Of course, if they now were going to attend together at that school, why not get to know your mates?

ＷＥ'ＲＥ ＡＬＬ ＪＵＳＴ ＳＴＯＲＩＥＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ

[aura-]

alex parker - eighteen - musician - drummer

Alex was about to answer him when he said never mind. She pulled her hair off her back and out it over her shoulders.. She looked at him as he asked her a question and she replied with a smile "Alex, Nice to meet you" she looked forward again and waited for the little performance to start. It was going to be a piece of cake. Just like one of her little shows. Nothing different. Except the fact that it would be highly important. But she had her lucky drum sticks and a drum set. She felt more secure playing her drums than her guitar. Even though she won't even be using her normal set, it still worked.
wb --

tagged;; Ken

[Sonder.]

{ Are there any singers that could interact with Sloane? She's in the auditioning room waiting to be picked CX }

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

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" Well my name is quite simple to say. Abigail Rose Watson.
You could probably tell by my last name that I am British.
Well to start my first name comes from my grandmother
on my mums side of the family. Even in her old age she had
a dark fawn colored hair. It was short where mine goes
down to the bottom of my shoulder blades which are very
easy to spot because i'm a rather petite girl. It is naturally
wavy, I wouldn't say I have curls.My middle name is Rose,
the grandmother on my fathers side, that was her name.
My mum didn't like it at first, but then it grew on her.
Granny Rose was about my height,5''9, when she was young,
and had the same dark brown eyes with streaks of black
in them. My last name comes from mum, Scarlet Marie
Watson. Most people just call me Abi , which is fine.
Ok now onto my age. I was born on June the
seventeenth of the year nineteen ninety five. So that
makes me sixteen years of age, which is still rather
young. It's also quiet obvious I'm a female, everyone
knows this by when they look at you. There are hints
you know. Did i mention I love music? I love it so much,
I specialize at playing the bass, and the guitar. I have
a special gift, or thats what I'm told. ACDC is one of my
favorite bands i must add, after all; were talking music.
I love to play heavy metal, and i will play acoustic
guitar when I feel like it. My mood effects the music I
play.I'm god awful at singing so an instrument just fit."

" Some would describe me as sour candy? God I don't know
I don't really want to call myself sour. But i have a sweet
and sour side. I guess i have a sour shell almost, I look
sweet, but am not. When I want to be I'm sweet, I talk soft
and listen to what you have to say, i encourage you.
I might also stroke your ego a bit telling you how smart
you are things like that. I might even act like a mothering
roll to you if i like you. I support you when you need it, then
get mean when your wrong or do something wrong. Yet I
have a shell you have to break first to get to my sweet side.
At first I act cold and stuck up, maybe only skimming over
the questions you ask me. I'm not one to trust people so
i might seem slightly hesitant. Don't worry it's not you, it's
my little test to see if your a good enough person to stick
around and break my shell. which is hard to do, trust me.
I'm really mean at first, i might glance at you with narrowed
eyes, even walk away from you. Don't take it personal like I
said before. I sometimes feel bad if I hurt someones feelings
with my little test. I feel god awful. I'm a human, I have feelings"

" Anyway, about my past life first. Alright here goes nothing.
My life, it was all going good. Until that one fateful night.
That horrible night, it took the life of my mother and my
younger sister. I was seven years old, and my parents had
sent me to bed early. Because they were fighting, and my
mums didn't want me to have to put up with it. But I didn't
actually go to bed, I sat by the other doorway to the living
room. And I listened to their conversation. It ended with
my dad screaming, and he stormed out of the house.
And my mum, she fell to her knees crying. And I crawled
into the room, and hugged her. She looked at me as tears
stained her cheeks. She picked me up, carrying me to my
room. And she laid me in the bed, and laid down next to me.
I curled up in her arms, as she cried. After a while her sobs,
turned into her soft voice singing me to sleep. I fell asleep
no problems. And I woke up in the middle of the night to
hear my mothers screams, I crawled out of bed, and walked
down stairs. I hid not wanting to be spotted as I watched them.
Those horrible, men. Murder my mother, there was two of them.
But one was doing the dirty, he looked a lot like my father. But
I couldn't tell. After they left I crawled over to my mom,
sobbing and screaming her name. She hushed me and said,
it's alright baby girl. Don't worry about mommy, I love you.
I love you soo much, take care of yourself and your sister.
Don't let no harm come to either of you. She said then she
kissed my cheek, and she stopped breathing. My mother
died in my arms. And I knew what I had to do, I ran
upstairs to get my sister, and I heard her cry's coming from
her room. I walked over, and opened the slightly ajar door.
And what I seen, was the worst thing you could ever imagine.
The guy who murdered my mother, bashing my sisters head in.
I ran out the front door, and to my neighbors. I knocked on the
door, rapidly, and until they opened it. They looked down at me,
and asked me whats wrong leading me into the house. I explained
to her, while her husband called the police and the ambulance.
It didn't matter though because my sister and mom were dead
already by the time they arrived. They questioned me and for
me being seven I was calm. I answered their questions truthfully.

And since my father was the only family I had left, I was forced to
live with him. He got remarried, not even a year after. I didn't like
the woman he married she was so cruel to me. But her son, who was
five years older than me, was kind and protective of me. One night
he stayed at a friends house, and my stepmom was at the bar probably
getting drunk. My father abused me all threw the night until my stepmom
came home, and they got into a fight. Then it was her turn to hurt me,
she always beat me. Because she blamed every mistake, and everything
she did on me. By this time I was thirteen, and my brother was eighteen
and moving out. And he took me with him, cause he didn't like to see me
hurt. But I always had to stay home, because he couldn't afford to send me
to school. And when he left for college I was left on the streets, because he
lost the house. And the people wouldn't let me stay with him there. Eventually
I started working, and I turned sixteen. The day before my sweet sixteen
though, my brother was on his way down to surprise me. When he got
into a car accident. He was badly injured and ended up dying, a week later.
He left me everything he had. Money, car, most of the main things I need
to survive. I started to pick up music, thats where the extra money came from.
That's my past, it's in the past. And that's we're it's gonna stay."

" Everyone pretty much has a dream guy. My dream guy
is tall and muscular. He would have to be interested in music
just like i am. Maybe a drummer? They are all cute. Maybe he
has blue or gray eyes, maybe brown? I don't really know.
It's not something i think about... Maybe a male dancer? Their
cute. But they need to love me for me, which is rare. I really
don't have any crushes. I have no boyfriend or love interest."
So ' i'm on the market' as one would say. but you need to impress
me before you can truly earn my affection.

>> Forum credit; Me & SecretFairytale >> My use only.

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[excalibur.]

[accepted]

[Kaeris]

[sorry I haven't replied, I will in a bit.]

alex parker - eighteen - musician - drummer

Alex was about to answer him when he said never mind. She pulled her hair off her back and out it over her shoulders.. She looked at him as he asked her a question and she replied with a smile "Alex, Nice to meet you" she looked forward again and waited for the little performance to start. It was going to be a piece of cake. Just like one of her little shows. Nothing different. Except the fact that it would be highly important. But she had her lucky drum sticks and a drum set. She felt more secure playing her drums than her guitar. Even though she won't even be using her normal set, it still worked.
wb --

tagged;; Ken

[Sonder.]

{ Are there any singers that could interact with Sloane? She's in the auditioning room waiting to be picked CX }