We are The Band{Røłe płay}

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    I look at my watch. Six forty three, it reads. I gently take one of the many fliers in my hand and tap it to the wall. It was the original one I had drawn, so it looked better than the printed ones. It read 'Band members needed, Meetings at the Cafe every Tuseday, Thrusday and Occasionally Saturday, Rehersals Everyday normally' I didn't quite like it, but it was all that I could come up with. And my mom wasn't much help, either. She had recently became and alchohalic. I put my hood over my face to hide the bruises on the side of my face from her boyfriend. I hated him. Shaking my head, I walk away from the corner, but then realize something. I take out my maker and wrote on the side'Agent Needed' and then I walked away to out up my fliers in the small City of Vancouver. Ah, yes, the town of rain, but still beautiful forests. Well, Washington was known for its forests. I walk off, my hair lightly poking out and my slightly heeled boots clicking behind me as I make my way over to the other corner. It wasn't supposed to rain for weeks, which was good. Even so, if it did, it wouldn't be too bad. Normally spring would be rainy like always, but it was just sorta chilly and a light frost. We were in the middle of a small drought, after all.

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    This job hunt was not going well. Everything that was plausible always seemed to have a catch. Well okay. Not a catch, I just...failed every interview I took. I knew I had the requirements. I knew I was diligent and up for anything. But even "anything" had an exception...and that was talking to strangers about why I wanted, why I needed that job. Personally, to me, I found interviews silly. We're all trying to make a living right? They knew what I was there for. But no, it wasn't as simple as a game of "early bird gets the worm". It was almost begging like a fool in front of someone considering if you are entertaining enough for them to make a living.


    After the last interview, I gave up. The questions were only making me anxious. "Are you a fun person?" Um...I don't know...I think so? The employer had smiled sincerely when I was finished and said she would call me back to let me know if I got it or not. This was week ago. No call.


    I was walking along side of a small side road when I spotted a girl hanging up a poster a little further away. Please be a job, please be a job, please be a job. I hoped. Curious, I ran after the girl to ask her about the papers, but took a nasty fall. Luckily, I put out my hands in time. Pain shot through my palms. I felt a sting on my kneecaps. "Ow..." I mouthed, my face squeezing up as if I had eaten a sour lemon. I got up slowly, and limped over to the poster. Unfortunately, it was a band poster. I knew no instruments, had no talent in vocals. But wait! On the side, my beacon of hope was written in black marker. "Agent needed."


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    [align=center][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky

    [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth= 12px;]Justin mark finch[fancyimage]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic…xtAPNDlpaPcGf9dAcSLCZ9XpA[/fancyimage]IC:I walked down the sidewalk when I came to the poster I smiled "well ain't this nice someone starting a band man I wish my old mates could come down and hang like old times but this is america maybe I could join at least I know where the cafe is I can go their everyday after school on the days posted maybe show off my talent"he wrote down the days to go and walked away pulling his jacket up over his shoulders


    "music is art and friends are family"


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    I continue to put up my fliers around. I wondered how many people would join? We needed a lot of members if we wanted a chance at a gig, and an agent to get us that gig. I know this isn't going to end very well. But why not take a shot? I haven't really made any friends since I changed schools. Maybe this would be a good way. Heck, maybe I could get a boyfriend. I chuckle at the thought. Who would want to be with a girl like me, someone who's whole life never mattered to anyone but her fathers? I don't want sympathy, and that's what I get if I ever share my past. I don't need it.

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    Thank you! *hugs*


    Oli was walking past the sign when he saw it and pulled it down. The Café? He made his way there, hopefully someone will show he thought. He was wearing his black My Chemical Romance hoodie and had the hood pulled up. He lay his hood down and pulled out a black IPhone and his black headphones. He plugged them in, put a bud in his ear and began playing mama by My Chemical Romance. He was anxious, but he hoped no one could see his anxiety.


    His hoodie, sorry im a visual person

    That's Chill.


    After I had set up all of my fliers, I walk to the Cafè."Hi, Darek." I say to my brother. He gives me a wave and continues to do his job of wiping down the counters and the table."What can I get you?" He asked me. I smile at him."Iced lattè." I tell him, like always. He stops wiping down and walks behind the counter. He starts making my coffe. After he's done, I give him the money and sit down at one of the tables."You should join. We need a guitarist, ya know." I suggest, but he shakes his head."Unlike you, I have a job to take care of." I chuckle at that."A job that gives you eleven dollars a week. I do have a job, I just don't work as much as you do. And your in college." I point out. He looks up and gives me his death stare, and I out up my hands."Alright, jeez."


    Billie Joe


    Billie walked on the side walk aimlessly as his mind wandered elsewhere. He'd just recently been kicked out of his last band for his crazy actions at the few gigs they'd managed to book. He loved energy, lights, the sound of screaming fans. But he'd never experienced it before. The wind blew back his messy black hair as he pulled his leather jacket tighter around himself.

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    Oli had began tapping out the notes to mama. He was humming along and soon the song changed to welcome to the black parade. He smiled and began tapping out the first ten notes. They were unmistakable. Oli often did that to see how many Killjoys were around him. He sat there wondering if the mysterious flyer putter upper would show


    // omfg its Billie!

    [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth= 12px;]Justin mark finch[fancyimage]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic…xtAPNDlpaPcGf9dAcSLCZ9XpA[/fancyimage]IC:I walked into the cafe I noticed a few kids where already here and soon walked over my guitar case around my shoulder I had walked home and got it and spoke "I saw a flier someone's looking for band members" I tilted my head calmly at the girl she was cute no doubt about it but I wasn't looking for a relationship quite yet I had to many girls at west point trying to get me just because I was english and they loved the word bloody or any other word that had bloody in the sentence I sighed "names Justin i'm wondering if you have an electric guitar lead open"


    "music is art and friends are family"


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    oli looked up and nervously stood up '' I'm Oliver, but call me oli. I saw the flyer too. I play piano, violin, and rhythm guitar.'' he said in a quiet voice and he nervously rubbed his neck, his eyes bright green at the current moment. You could faintly hear I'm Not Okay (I Promise) playing from his headphones

    [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=white; borderwidth= 12px;]Justin mark finch[fancyimage]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic…xtAPNDlpaPcGf9dAcSLCZ9XpA[/fancyimage]IC:I spoke "nice to meet ya this is actually the first time I've tried out in a band in america I was once in a band back in my old home in London with my mates er friends I should say" I looked at the others and spoke "so is this all the band members or are their going to be more?" my accent making it obvious I was english go figure every girl in america can tell I'm from London with this stupid english accent


    "music is art and friends are family"


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    "i don't know'' the australian replied. "welcome to America mate, I get the whole foreign accent thing.'' he said empathetically. He rubbed his neck ''did you like England?''

    Im a bit surprised at the sudden apperences of the new recruits. People got to them that fast?"Oh, uh. Yes hi, I'm Jackson." I stand up and hold out my hand to the English boy. To be honest, I never really minded the eccents. They were kinda cute, but I mean really. It's a way a person talks... I give them a smile."I out out the fliers. I plan to be the lead singer and a guitarist. I want to wait just a few more minutes if that's alright with you guys."


    {*Sees Billie Joe and pauses*.......*Flaies arms in the air*BILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    CX There's actually a sign up. When I made the rp I was really tired.
    http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2144315.28

    (Yassss ;))


    Billie looked up for one moment when a flyer caught his attention. He walked up with an untied converse as he ripped the paper from the pole. He grinned approvingly. "Hell yea."


    Realizing the cafe was just a few stores down, he found the cozy little place and made his way into the rich smelling building.

    Oli smiled shyly '' hi'' he said pulling out his phone to turn off the music. His wall paper was Skylar, his sister with the year of her birth then the year of her death. He sighed softly, as he swiftly turned off the music and unplugged his headphones, rolling them up and putting his phone away

    Breathing in the smell of coffee he looked around for the person who'd put them up. Noticing a man with a dark jacket near another guy. He walked over nonchalantly. "This where you sign up for the band?", he asked as he plopped down on the open seat.

    "i assume so '' oli said in his Australian accent. He tugged his sleeves over his hands as he looked at the small group