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Marceline stayed quiet for most of the interview, not because of nerve--well, maybe a little, but other then that, she just didn't want to seem...'pushy', and wanting to speak first, which was fine with her. She was never in an interview, but still, she didn't have the worst stage fright. She was excited when she went out to stage; dancing, twirling, rocking out, and having fun. So what was the point of stage fright?
Once Mason had his say, she waited. About ten seconds, and no one said anything. Glancing to the sides, as if someone were to stay something, before she did. Clutching the sides of her chair, Marcy heaved herself up straighter, swallowing. "It's not bad, actually. I leaped at the first sign of an interview; but never thought I'd make it this far, especially with Mason and Ryder...well, it's been crazy for me. The fans--It's amazing. It feels great, especially with them being so...nice. And Mason and Ryder, of course." She paused to try and cover up her mistake, giving a small laugh, shoulders rising and falling along with it. "So yeah. Pleasure to work with you, and I hope we will rock the stage, like Mock Soldier once did before." Giving a demure smile, barely showing her teeth, and averting her eyes to the ground for a few moments, Marcy leaned back in her chair, reaching up to tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she stayed silent once again. She wished she had said more; embraced how grateful she truly was, but she had said enough.


George-Tucker, or more affectionately nicknamed 'GT', stepped around he Passing Decade bus slowly, intertwining his fingers, as the moments passed. He was anxiously awaiting to get on the road; this was his first time with the band, but, he had a placid look on his face as he continued to pace, slowly and swiftly, his strong posture and looks giving some of the other female crew members smiles as they glanced at him for a moment, until they looked away to do their work. He knew he was handsome; high cheekbones, rough features, thick eyebrows, muscular arms, a lithe figure, but still strong. GT turned, and slightly slid past the others, keeping his pace, though it seemed as if he was entirely calm, which he was, unless asked...

[egg warden]

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hollister mckennrey
eighteen
#mock soldier
nervous, excited
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Hollister McKennrey, bassist and youngest member of Mock Soldier, sat in a chair next to Mason, the lead singer of the band. She nodded at what he had to say. "I don't exactly know much, but I know that we have determination. Though, I sort of feel as though Marcie and I haven't been fully accepted into the band, by Ryder and Mason, or the fans. They're so nice, too, it's just.. I dunno. I mean, that's just me. I'm weird like that." She flashed an innocent smile, but she wasn't smiling on the inside. She was nervous as could be, shaking softly. She really believed that she wasn't fully accepted. It was weird, for her, being in a band who had lost members tragically. She didn't want others to think she was replacing them. They, even though they are deceased, would always be the originals. They'd always be part of Mock Soldier. She was just a cover up, filling in the holes like asphalt.

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felix stinger
twenty-eight
#ellie
nervous, jittery
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"They'll end when the interviewers decide to end them." Felix said, a chuckle escaping his lips. He made his way into the tour bus, sitting about a foot away from Eleanor. He sighed softly, rolling his head around as he attempted to crack his neck. "What are your thoughts on the whole thing? You pumped?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows. He was the manager of both Mock Soldier and Passing Decade. He started off with MS, and has been with them since the beginning. The loss of the two members was tragic. Very stressful for not only the families of the two, but for the band. They had all been really close knit, like a separate family.

{yayaaaay

[Be～Happy<3]

Luke
As the interviewer introduced them, Luke smiled a bit. Everything leading up to this moment - it was overwhelming, but in a good way. The thought of actually going on tour was exciting to him, and he wanted to savor every second of it. After all, how hard could touring really be? He thought it would possibly be stressful, yes, but no matter - surely, they'd still have a great time, wouldn't they? He glanced around at the others, waiting a moment to see if anyone else would speak up before he did. After a second, he smiled and looked back over at the Cryptic Rock interviewer, then replied, "Thank you, it's great to be here. Honestly, I don't think we ever expected to get to this point...I mean, we had always hoped for it to happen, but the thought of us actually getting here some day seemed so impossible, in reality. It's a pretty surreal feeling - you know, to think we'll be touring, especially with a band as amazing as Mock Soldier. I think it's safe to say we're all pretty excited about getting an opportunity like this, to say the very least." His bright, cobalt blue eyes wandered over to the others again to see if they wanted to add anything to the statement. His tugged at his black lip ring with his teeth and ran a hand through his styled, blond hair, as he waited for the others to possibly speak up. He honestly felt a bit nervous, now that he had thought about it, but he wasn't surprised by this, of course. This was, after all, their first tour they'd ever go on. The crowds would be larger, and it just wasn't something he'd be used to. He knew he'd warm up to it rather quickly, but he wasn't just concerned about his nerves. Overall, he just hoped all would go well with everyone and their performances this upcoming year, and perhaps that they could get along well. He would really hate to see enemies being made during this tour, but he guessed only time would tell.

[~Atlas~]

♬Ryder West♬ ||
||Age~ Twenty one ||
|| Position~ Drummer ||
||tagged~ Mason, Mock Soldier ||
||Feeling~ Nervous
||Location~ Interview room ||
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It had been a long time, a very long time. Their last interview had been at least two years ago, maybe a little more. Ryder had never been too big a fan of interviews, as they were always Mason's thing. Usually, he just sat back, piping up only to say what he thought was necessary. however, he knew that he couldn't stay silent this time, as long as he wanted to. He sent small glances over to Mason, his anxiety-ridden best friend. It wasn't any stretch of the imagination to say that Mason looked nervous at the prospect of the interviewer, Brian Kinney. As to be expected, Brian brought up the accident. Ryder had been expectant of this, yet he was caught off guard. So was Mason, apparently, who drew a long breath and took a few seconds to talk. He nodded in agreement to Mason's words, unwilling to take his blue eyes off the ground. He wished the interview hadn't shifted to this. He knew it was inevitable, yet he just wished that the dark stain on their history could be avoided.

Mason boasted about their new band members, to which Ryder nodded at. They were great, born with natural talent. As much as he liked them, however, eh couldn't help but wish for the old member. He wanted his friends back and his life back. It felt good to be on the road again, but it was so strange being with different people, who were practically strangers to him. Ryder sighed, feeling the emotions rise and fall within his chest. It was rare for him to cry, and he wasn't about to do it in front of camera. However, the sadness was unmistakable. Not only was he lost without his old friends, but he was also worried about his arm. Ever since the accident he'd been dealing with injuries. In the crash, his right arm had gotten stuck underneath a bunch of the heavy equipment. Although he'd had surgery and physical therapy, it just wasn't the same. Halfway into a setlist, his arm would start to pound and ache. How on earth would he play through their first show without messing up?

An awkward pause seeped its way into the room after Mason finished speaking. What he'd said was very professional, good for an interview. He praised the fans, praised the band, and seemed overall excited yet sad. It would be a good way to win back over the masses. Marceline was the next to speak, very unexpected, as she was a new member. It was brief, just stating her excitement and apporval of the band. Holister was next, and her words made Ryder raise an eyebrow. Her words were true, yet Ryder said nothing to confirm or deny them. He disliked howshe aadmitted her feelings at an interview, as they weren't exactly the place to show any weakness in the band. With a sigh, Ryder knew he'd have to speak. He was the only one who hadn't spoken up yet.


"It's been a big adjustment, to say the least," he admitted, his thumbs crossing and uncrossing. "Taking two years off definitely set us back a bit, but we're ready to step back up. I know Holister mentioned that she feels that she and Marceline haven't been fully accepted yet. It isn't surprising though; we're just getting to know each other. We have a few days to get rid of any quirks we may have, music-wise or personal, before we get going. I'm glad to start back up again, but it will definitely be different, " he finished, surprised at how businesslike and brave he sounded. It was a all a facade for the emotional boy though, and he just hoped he answered correctly.

[Slayei]

Mikala

As the interview began Mikala sat quite composed against the backdrop the station had laid out. She listened as Luke was quick to answer the interviewer’s questions. She cocked an eyebrow for a moment, then nodded a bit as she saw the camera tilt in her direction. Her sandy blonde hair flowed softly over her shoulders, meeting the top of her black shirt. The shirt was cut at her midriff, but was entire made of black lace overtop of a tight black silk shirt. Just above her hips were the start of black skinny jeans which covered her legs until the lace heels ended her look. Her eyes looked to the interviewer and she gave a small smirk.

“Sometimes you have to share the stage with the best to prove that you are the best. Not only will we learn a bit from them, but I feel they can grow from us as well. So at the end of the day, it is a great opportunity.” Mikala leaned up and uncrossed her legs from where they had been resting. This interview was just a filler, something to take up their time in order to prepare things. She was already over it. Other news teams had already asked them multiple time the same questions, everyone just wanted them to change their answers. Of course she was glad to be touring with Mock Soldier, she just felt like everyone looked at them as if they were the little brother following in the big brothers footsteps.

Gently, she took a glance at her band mates. She had always felt like the mother goose of the group, mainly because of her age, but also because her band mates were her family. Little did they know, but she held a lot of respect for them and she was not about to let Mock Soldier come in to the picture trying to command them around. Mikala swallowed roughly, letting her eyes drift to the camera once again, this time pushed onto one of her other bandmates. For a moment, as the camera was not on her, she allowed herself to slouch and relax. Most of their lives were on camera, so this was just a rest.

[goneleft]

At this question, Marcilene grew excited. Hopefully her mum and dad would see her--and her brothers--friends--exes--anyone who could see it, she wanted them to see it. Sitting up straighter in the chair, her shirt rubbing against the back, she cleared her throat, crossing her legs as a new aura surrounded her. "I...was born in Ireland. Grew up there for some time, then moved to Australia. Stayed for a few years like my home, Ireland, then, my parents decided it was time to move again. Flew to the states--more like California--, and...yeah." Pausing quickly, she gave a nervous smile, as a light shake went through her body, and now the stage fright kicked in. "When I was in Ireland, I took my brothers Guitar. I played on it, and, getting good, I went to the local pups. I guess they thought I was a shot, so...that's when it started. Once I moved to California, I tried it again. And uh, that's when I kind of worked with my Career a bit, and, yeah...I saw the tryouts, tried, and now I'm here..." She admitted quietly, tapping her fingers against her thigh. "So yes. I am very grateful for everything that's happened here, and that my brother had a Guitar...I'd still be a nobody." Still be a nobody. Those words rang through her, making her shiver slightly, but she remained as calm as she could. Those words made her sad; a few years ago, she was just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. But now...was she destined for fame?


George-Tucker, or more affectionately nicknamed 'GT', stepped around he Passing Decade bus slowly, intertwining his fingers, as the moments passed. He was anxiously awaiting to get on the road; this was his first time with the band, but, he had a placid look on his face as he continued to pace, slowly and swiftly, his strong posture and looks giving some of the other female crew members smiles as they glanced at him for a moment, until they looked away to do their work. He knew he was handsome; high cheekbones, rough features, thick eyebrows, muscular arms, a lithe figure, but still strong. GT turned, and slightly slid past the others, keeping his pace, though it seemed as if he was entirely calm, which he was, unless asked...

[egg warden]

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hollister mckennrey
eighteen
#mock soldier
nervous, excited
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Holly listened as Marcie answered, a small smile playing out on her lips as she finished. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. "I was um, born in Anaheim, California on March thirteenth. I've lived all over the country, as well as Ireland for about a year. My mother died when I was six, so I lived with my father and sister. We traveled all over, because well, my dad was a business man, so we were constantly moving," she sighed softly. She began to gently tap her leg with her thumb as she became more anxious. "I'm terribly afraid of birds. There is no reason behind that, I literally just cannot stand birds, or clowns. However, I love spiders. Aside from being a bassist, I am a tattoo artist. I can draw, which helps with designs. My goal is to one day open up a tattoo shop with my sister, who also has that skill." When she finished talking, she bit the inside of her cheek, her tapping becoming quicker. "Would you guys mind if I excused myself for a moment?" she murmured quietly.

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felix stinger
twenty-eight
#ellie
nervous, jittery
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"We're very excited to have you here, Eleanor. And yes, I have met Hale. Nice man. Very hardworking, too. I really hope you are like him." He offered the female a smile before cracking his knuckles. "Would you like to go to Chipotle? I know the kiddos won't be back for quite some time, so we have a while still." he offered, his stomach growling slightly.

He was excited that the band would be back on stage. He was happy for Ryder and Mason. They were doing so well under all the pressure. Felix stood up, raising his eyebrows at the female. "What do you say? Wanna tag along?"

{yayaaaay

[Clio.]

--✯ ＡＬＥＸ ＰＲＥＮＴＩＣＥ ✯

Passing Decade | Drummer | 19 | "GF" - Hollister | Tags: Passing Decade, CR

Being only the drummer of the band, Alexander hadn't really said much during most of the interviews Passing Decade did. Everybody tended to focus on Mikala or Luke and forget about the percussion in the back, which one certain days he didn't really mind. Today was not one of those days. Sensing a place for the raven haired lad to jump in and get a few laughs when the interviewer asked them about how things have changed, he stated "Beyond the fact that we can now become wolves or that we can breathe underwater? Honestly life hasn't really changed. We're the still the same four dwarves lurking in the forest. Except we may have grown a few feet."
His statement had the effect he intended as the in studio audience chuckled lightly, which made Alex beam one of those stupid grins of his. This is what Alex knew best beyond playing the drums, he always managed to find a way to make people laugh. That was his label in the group by the fans after all. The witty one. To him that was better than called Duke or Lord. The fans loved that he could make them laugh, and it found it fun as well.
However it was draining, trying to come up with new stuff at every interview, and now that they were going to be on the road they were going to demand that he come up with a new prank every night. Now that was going to be tough. However he had to focus on now. Now was the interview, later were the laughs. Right now is where Passing Decade earned their paycheck.
So once the laughs died down, Alex gave a serious answer to Cryptic Rock's question "Honestly it would be better to ask what haven't we achieved. Just in the last few months we've gone to playing out of Mikala's garage to now playing stadiums across the nation and soon across the world. Now we've released a real album instead of just an EP because we weren't signed. (That happened too of course.)" He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing once again, "I mean we're going to be playing Madision Square Garden in a few weeks. Now compare that to the fact that this time last year we were just four young adults holding practice in a garage and putting covers on YouTube. It's just crazy how much our lives have been changed. There's really no other way to put it. It's been crazy."
A sudden buzz from his pocket caused his face to harden slightly from the light grin he was sporting. No doubt it was his good for nothing father again who only saw Alex as dollar signs and not the son he abandoned when he was only a toddler. Alex hated the man, after all the man hadn't tried to contact his son before they announced they were going on tour despite claiming to be a "huge" fan. "Yeah just a fan of my wallet." He slightly thought as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to turn it off. There was no way Alex was letting that man be a part of his life when he now made a name for himself, especially since the only memory he had of Liam Prentice is when he had stated that he didn't want a part of Alex's life. Now that could leave quite an impression on a three year old.
He then shoved the phone back in his pocket and refocused on the interview with all traces of smile gone from his face. Now he was in a sour mood, and would probably stay that way for the rest of the interview. "Thanks Dad for ruining something else in my life you good for nothing jerk." He bitterly thought as he waited for his band members to add something to his statement.

[Richie's Gal Forever]

{ Carolina May Sambora } { No crush } { Female } { Position: Lead guitarist/backup vocalist }

Carolina looked around the room as the interview began. Her bright blue eyes seemed to dart from person to person, taking in their looks and wondering what the story was behind their lives. Her curiosity was always something that people were amazed by. She loved to learn new things and didn't mind being in a crowded room. Her curly blonde hair was tucked behind her ears and her father's black cowboy hat rested on top of the mop. The scarf wrapped around her neck wasn't going to stay there long, for she never really wore it more than she wrapped it around her mic stand, something she got from her mother who got it from Steven Tyler. Her wandering eyes finally came to a rest on the interviewer as the first question was asked.

"Thanks for having us. Well, you never want to boast about not supporting anymore. You always have to remember that you were once in that position and keep your head straight."

Satisfied with her answer, she leaned back in the chair and sighed quietly. It felt good to know what she was saying, for she was admittedly a little nervous before leaving her house. Even veteran musicians would get nervous before an interview, wondering if they knew what they were going to say and hoping they didn't say anything wrong.

"We have made great progress and I'm proud of everyone in this band. We've tried really hard to get here and now we are. As for the different sound, as beginning musicians, you're always trying to mix things up so your audience won't get bored. Not saying that they will get bored with our music, but you know what I mean. You have to grab them with a catchy beat and bring them home with an amazing message. I think that Wild Poet does exactly that."

She looked over at her bandmates with a small smile, hoping they approved of everything she was saying. She wasn't them. She didn't know everything that went through their minds.

"Growing up in that kind of environment has always made me see the ups and downs of touring. The ups being you learn a lot more about your band mates, you connect more, you learn about heritages as you go through different parts of the country and the world, you get to see a ton of places you've never seen before, and you connect more with your audience. Seeing them cheer and sing along is just amazing. What I'm looking forward to is just being able to get to know the members of Mock Soldier and even my own band mates. I believe this is going to be a really fun tour."

[sicksadworld.]

⍋ I s a b e l l a ⍋
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M e r c h G i r l
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It was another start to a mundane day, the tour hadnt started yet and neither had the partying, for now it was just work and more work to make sure the tour went as smoothly as possible. As the bands were currently being interviewed all the background work was taking place, crew members bustling this way and that to make sure all of the equipment was loaded carefully and safely stowed away in its rightful place.
In the midst of all the chaos was Isabella, or Izzy as she liked to be known as, she was wheeling several cardboard boxes towards the back of a van, each one taped to the eyeballs to prevent any spillages or leaks, inside was the merchandise of both bands, of which Izzy would be selling to eager fans all day, everyday. She never complained about her job, there was no need to, she met amazing people and made friends as well as making money. Today however was stressful, she had woken up late but thats because her phone had died in the night and now she was running round, hair a complete mess, strands splayed everywhere, large dark bags under her eyes and the clothes she wore yesterday were still plastered to her.
Now, Isabella is and will always be a hard worker but some days you just have to take it slow. After all merchandise was finally onboard, Izzy stumbled over to a bus's steps and plonked herself down, running her hands over her face to try and wake herself up, once on the road she could catch up on her sleep but for now she had to do something to keep her awake. She decided upon making her face and hair look a little more presentable and using the wing mirror of the bus she set about applying minimal make up and forced her rebellious hair into a messy bun, still a few strands hanging down the left side of her neck. With a defeated sigh she plodded around the parking lot waiting for the interview to end, normally at this point she'd be bouncing off the walls, trying to watch said interview take place but first days were always the worst.