Battle of the Bands(Rp, sign up link inside!)

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    It's the 21'st century and everybody wants to be somebody. It's always been you're dream to become famous, whether that be through acting or music or some other form of entertainment, You would get there someday. Music is you're passion and without it you would be nothing. The music industry is vicious, and every decision could either mean being a nobody and stardom. People will do anything to claw their way up the chain. Will you rise to the top? Or will you fade away along with the other millions of would-be stars? Only time will find out.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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      [li]All ff rules apply here[/li]
      [li]This thread ranges from beginner to semi-advanced roleplaying, so no bashing other people for not being as advanced as you [/li]
      [li]That being said, please refrain from posting only a sentence. Please try to have some muse[/li]
      [li]Please be active[/li]
      [li]In case you're basing your character on a real life star, please make sure you faceclaim everything in your bio[/li]
      [li]Cussing is allowed here[/li]
      [li]No explicit scenes, nobody likes to read that stuff ::)[/li]
      [li]I live for drama, but please no OOC drama. We're all friends here[/li]
      [li]You can already be famous starting out, I don't mind[/li]
      [li]If you've read all this, put you're favorite musician in the other section![/li]

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    Musicians:



    Bands:



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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; min-height: 20px; padding: 15px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify;]track - btw you got jacques's job wrong. ^^ he's a manager, not a musician.

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    [font=georgia][size=9pt]Singer — Songwriter — Guitarist

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    Dan could hear the footsteps come slamming down the hallwy of the fourth floor apartment building. "Three...two..one" The silence was interrupted by a series of harsh knocks. Dan threw open the door to be met by his angry landlord. "Jesus Christ Daniel! How many times have I told you, if you can't pay rent you're going to get evicted. You've done nothing but party and who knows what else." Dan was expecting to get yelled at, but he was not expecting that. "I know what it looks like Mr. Pavelka, but if you just give me a few more da-" "NO! I gave three months last time. I'm sorry Daniel, but you have to go. I've got people moving in tomorrow. Get your stuff, however little it is, and leave." And with that Mr Pavelka was down the stairs and Daniel was homeless. Angrily mumbling to himself, Dan started to pack everything he had, which was not much. His guitar, some essentials, clothes, food, his phone, and a bag to put it all in. Where was he supposed to go? Angrily throwing his stuff into the back of his beat down car, Daniel drove to the bar to spend the last of his money on alcohol and maybe get a place to stay for the night.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 370px; min-height: 145px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: black; text-align: justify;]scout quite liked living above the coffee shop. the aged owners were kind enough to lend him someplace to live while he tried to figure out his life. sometimes it would get loud and stuffy and scout would get oversensitive, but it was better than staying in a cheap, cramped apartment with god knows how many other people. he'd take the burning smell of coffee over vomit from the apartment across from him any day.
    today wasn't the nicest of days. waking after a rough night of sleep, scout stumbles through his daily routine that he could practically do in his sleep. in fact that usually is what he does, still half asleep as he cleans himself up.


    the majority of his day is spent getting groceries and browsing websites looking to hire young workers. this isn't the normal case for kids scout's age, since they're either still living with their parents or in college, but he's not doing either of those things so his lifestyle is a tad different.
    growing restless of staying inside for a long period of time, scout tosses some words to the couple running the coffee shop before leaving, strolling casually through the city before finding himself in front of the local bar. scout wasn't much of a drinker, but based on his rapidly decreasing money, he might be needing the alcohol sooner rather than later.
    stepping inside, scout looks around for a place to sit before spotting a man sitting alone at the counter, sliding in next to him to discreetly take in his features, scout comes to realize that this man is, in fact, several years older than himself. he looks worn and stressed, and silently scout wonders why as he orders the mildest thing on the menu.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [align=center][color=white][size=7pt]tags [url=https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2472712][color=white][size=5pt]created by makaio

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    Micah nearly fell down as he slid around a corner, sprinting immediately down the street, nearly pushing people out of his way as he did so. He hadn't done anything wrong in his mind, no, but he [i]did try to bargain with the cashier and had gotten the manager angry at him for what the manager considered "stealing" and what Micah considered "his". Yes, he had taken a necklace, but he had told himself he would pay for it later. Micah considered himself to be in debt, but he hadn't stolen anything. Still, as he ran down the street, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated. It was a rush, always trying to run away from people who caught him taking things.


    The male looked back, seeing that he couldn't see the store manager anymore, but he could still hear him. Micah quickly slipped deep into an alleyway, making sure that he was alone in there. The male panted heavily as he hid behind a dumpster in the alleyway, listening for the manager. His breathing had almost gone back to normal when he couldn't hear the other person anymore. Micah let out a little chuckle, letting himself drop completely to the ground in a sitting position. He pulled out the necklace, taking a good look at it. It was a beautiful necklace. It was made out of silver and had two small silver feathers attached to it. Micah smiled, happy with his find. He put the necklace around his neck, looking down at it once he had done so.


    The male didn't look like he was desperate for money. His dark grey t-shirt looked still put together, his khaki bomber jacket looked good too since he had rolled up the sleeves, and his jeans looked like they were intentionally ripped. Plus his shoes didn't look like rip-off black and white Vans. His hair was clean since he had washed it the night before, and the rest of him looked clean as well. The male let out a small sigh. Even though he didn't look like it, he was still suffering with money. He tried not to be sad about it, but it was still hard at times.


    ( i hope this is okay for micah, i wanted him to be struggling with money and be a sort-of criminal because that's how i thought of him as a character. i hope that's okay. )[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost] [/fancypost]


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    Jacques was taken out of his thoughts when the producer spoke to him. "What?" he asked. "Oh, I don't think it showcases his skills very well. He can go much higher on the notes. Otherwise, it's a good song." The producer nodded to him, looking over at Jacques's client along with the songwriter. The songwriter seemed annoyed at Jacques's comment, but the male couldn't help it. He knew that his client had more skill than the songwriter was willing to show. The 29 year old let out a sigh, rubbing his temple with his pointer finger. He checked his watch, seeing that their time there was pretty much over. "I'll be going. Tell him that he has free time for another three hours that he should use to practice." Jacques said as he got up from the chair in the recording studio. "I have somewhere to be."


    Before the producer and songwriter could reply, Jacques left the room, putting his wallet, phone, and car keys in the jacket of his blazer. He made his way out of the building, finding his car immediately and getting into it. He started the car, letting out another sigh as he leaned back in his seat. The male was having a rather stressful week, so he wasn't being his usual, kinder self. He was rushing some schedules and making sure that everything was perfect. He had taken the next hour for himself to calm down and relax a bit. The male began driving his car towards a nice little coffee shop that he knew. He arrived at the shop soon and parked his car nearby, getting out and making sure to lock the car. He entered the coffee shop, greeting the employees as they did so to him.


    The male ordered a caffe mocha, taking a seat next to a window as he waited for his coffee to be made. He stared out the window as he waited, trying not to think about his work. Some might say that Jacques was a work-a-holic, given how much he worked during the day and during the night. He didn't do it intentionally, it's not like he [i]wanted to work constantly, but he knew he had to. The male let out another small sigh just as his coffee arrived. He thanked the employee, waiting for the coffee to cool down before he drank it.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost] [/fancypost]

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    [font=georgia][size=9pt]Singer — Songwriter — Guitarist

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    Dan took another sip of his beer, staring at the counter. He would have to pick some girls up if he wanted a place to stay. This pattern of in an out with apartments was not new to Daniel, he had been through this many times. He would have to play and sing out on the street if he wanted to make any money. All these thoughts swirled through Daniels head as he considered the future, He downed another gulp of beer and noticed that somebody had sat next to him. Dumbfounded Dan frowned slightly. Did he think he was going to talk to him? I mean, there was a whole bar to sit at. He was not in the mood to make introductions, maybe if he was silent the guy next to him would leave him alone. He looked up on the tv to notice that there had been minor burglary in this part of the city again. Dan wondered who the hell this person was and why they weren't caught yet. "You would think the police would do their damn jobs," He muttered underneath his breath.


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  • NOT ON DRUGS.

    Valentina T. Vasquez


    Valentina took in a deep breath as she stretched her limbs, her light hazel gaze staring down at the city below her from the balcony of her high rise condo. How long had she been sleeping? Probably the whole day, which was a routine she was all too familiar with. With a slight role of her neck she turned to face the hammock set up next to the sliding door leading to her living room. Walking over to it, she grabbed her cell phone to glance at the time. “Ugh.” She muttered, annoyed at the ’7:30 PM’ that flashed at her. Considering that she had come out at 3:00 only expecting to take an hour long cat nap, she couldn’t help but feel a small bit of frustration at herself for not waking up. Though of course, what could she expect after neglecting to set an alarm? Whoops. The blonde sheepishly ran a hand to the mess of curls on her head before pursing her lips and walking inside.


    Her first instinct was to walk to the kitchen in search of something to satisfy the slow onset of hunger. Valentina slid her fingers along the long line of food in her walk in pantry before realizing there wasn’t a single thing in it that didn’t require the use of a stove. That was the last time she would ever send Caesar to go grocery shopping. Given, a life of ramen and Pringles wasn’t exactly “healthy,” and yes, she could afford to eat like she wasn’t a college student on a budget, but it didn’t change the fact that the moment she would attempt to turn on the gas stove the whole building would likely go up in flames. And of course, Olivia was off for the week, so there was no hope in waiting for her to come by and ask her to make her delicious home made food. Softly biting her lip, Valentina let out a soft sigh before deciding to venture for some sort of sustenance, despite the fact that the feeling compelling her to go back to bed was against it.


    The blonde trudged down the small hallway leading from the living room to the other rooms of the condo, the soft feeling of the carpet beneath her feet tempting her to just stop and lye down right there and then. Pausing at the door right before hers, Valentina reached up and gave a soft little knock. “Caesar?” She asked as she put her ear to the door, hearing the gentle strum of a guitar faintly pouring from the door of the semi-soundproof room. She smiled before trudging away, not wishing to disturb his concentration. When Valentina made it to her room, she gave practically no effort to her appearance. Though on a normal basis she would take hours to figure out exactly what she wanted to wear, it was only really when she going somewhere specific or when she had a gig. Besides, even though she wasn’t exactly Madison Square Garden levels of famous, she seemed to be practically invisible to the eye of fans and the press when she didn’t have her trademark dark lipstick and leather jacket on.


    Ultimately deciding on joggers and a tank-top underneath a sweater, Valentina looked in a mirror and gave a slight shrug at her appearance. Pulling on tennis shoes, the female hummed a familiar tune before writing a note to leave for Caesar. Valentina grabbed her house keys and butterfly knife. After all, you could never be too safe when walking the late night streets of LA. Just as she was ready to leave, her gaze caught sight of a carton of cigarettes hidden behind a barrage of bills that she never looked at. Pursing her lips, she took the carton into her hand. “Dammit Caesar.” She muttered as her hazel gaze darted about her surroundings. Walking over to the grand piano sitting in the corner of their living room, she gently placed the carton inside. While she didn’t like the fact that Caesar had such an unhealthy and costly habit, she knew that as an adult he was old enough to make his own decisions. But she had to admit, going through the process of hiding his extra cartons was fun for her. Satisfied with herself, Valentina exited her condo and walked straight to the elevator leading to the lobby.


    Upon hearing the ding indicating her ride down had ended, Valentina waved to the doorman. “Have a safe trip Ms. Vasquez.” He said in a professional manner before giving a graceful wave that almost seemed practiced and opening the door for her. Taking in the fresh air, Valentina rolled her shoulders before contemplating where she wanted to go. With a quick snap of her fingers she had an epiphany. Turning to head down the sidewalk, she remembered a small cafe that was rather close to the building. She recalled visiting it the previous week when Starbucks completely screwed up her order. If she could recall correctly, they also had some pretty good desserts there too. With a smile Valentina walked down the sidewalk, until she reached her destination.


    Once she entered the building the blonde looked around, giving a few hard blinks after her eyes were sharply struck by the the cafe lights. With a small smile at her cozy surroundings, she instantly strolled up to the counter to order what she ordered the previous time she was there. The coffee she ordered may as well have not have been coffee, seeing as how she usually took it full of sugar, sweetener, and cream. She would often receive comments questioning her tastes, but quite frankly the bitterness of black coffee was never something she could take to.



    Valentina grabbed the blueberry muffin she paid for before heading to a table and waiting for her coffee, holding the treat like she would hold her guitar, with love and care. Of course, it was only a matter of time before her precious sustenance fell to the floor. Feeling a chair that was sliding out abruptly hit her arm, her food hit the ground and crumbled against the tile. Before she could even confront the one who hit her, the man zipped out of the front door as if he was in a hurry. Valentina could have chased him, but there was a more dire matter at hand. The blonde’s hazel eyes wandered to the crumbled mess on the floor. A part other died inside. With a soft sigh she began to pick up the pieces in a effort to make the workers’ job easier. When her had hit the shoe of a man sitting in at a table against the cafe window, Valentina retracted her hand in an effort to preserve his personal space. “Oh, Sorry.” She said as her gaze wandered up to the one she was apologizing to, who seemed to be deep in thought as he gazed out of the window before him. Valentina raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the other before she realized she was staring.


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    DO I WANNA KNOW?

    Caesar B. Vasquez


    “No.” Caesar let out a soft huff before strumming a few chords of his bass in succession. A soft, melodic hum left his lips as he tried to resonate it with the tune he was playing. There were times when he would get things right, scribbling his findings down on blank sheets of staff paper, but more times than not something would sound off to him and the process would simply repeat itself. Setting his instrument aside, the brunette took off his thick rimmed glasses before pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. He needed sleep and he knew it, though seeing how his deadline was so unbelievably close and the song he was writing still wasn’t perfected to his standards, sleep was a pipe dream for him. As a matter of fact, he may have to suck up his pride and request a dreaded extension. Sienna eyes wandered to his room door, wondering what was going on beyond it. It has been days since Caesar left his room for any reason that didn’t involve a necessity. He pondered wandering out, wondering if perhaps listening to one of Valentina’s strange stories and interacting with her colorful behavior would at the very least keep him awake.


    Grabbing his glasses and trudging beyond his doorframe, Caesar tiredly rubbed the back of his neck. “Valentina?” He searched the condo for his sister before stumbling upon a note written in rushed cursive. Most would have issues reading the mess of letters muddled on the page, but over the course of the years Caesar had become a master at reading Valentina’s chicken scratch. He gave a small chuckle at the contents of the letter as his eyes darted to the open pantry, noting a troth of food that simply took effort to make. Then again, it was probably a good thing Valentina didn’t attempt to cook. Knowing her, the condo would likely have burned down if she tried.


    With a soft sigh, Caesar found himself bored and on the verge of sleep. Time for plan B. The brunette decided that it had been a while before he had his last smoke, and if he recalled correctly, he had stashed a new pack behind a series of bills Valentina never looked at. She didn’t care for his habit, and though he tried to stop a multitude of times, he never stuck to it. Peering behind the stack of envelopes Caesar noticed that his new pack of cigarettes were missing. “Dammit Valentina.” He muttered before biting his inner cheek. It wasn’t uncommon for her to hide his cigarettes from him, turning it into a bit of a game. Sometimes Caesar would find himself annoyed, given, but there were also times he would have fun with it.


    Caesar thoroughly looked around the living room before heading to the baby grand piano in the corner. Gently sliding his narrow and calloused fingers along the smooth ivory keys, he felt a certain satisfaction to the touch. He had always wondered why his sister bought such a costly instrument that she didn’t really know how to play. It was true that Caesar could play a chord here and there, though he would hardly call himself a pianist, as he wasn’t proficient at it. He pressed down softly on one of the keys, hearing a full and beautiful ding from the instrument. Closing his eyes to take in the rich sound, he almost felt sorry for the baby grand. It had known no real owner and was probably only used for the purpose of tuning the siblings’ other instruments. Though without a doubt, Caesar wanted to learn.


    Pressing each key down the piano, Caesar paused as he heard an empty thump against one of them. With a small smirk Caesar retrieved his smokes from the baby grand. Definitely his sister’s handiwork. “She needs to try harder than that.” He chuckled before grabbing his lighter and a jacket. The bar sounded good, and maybe it would inspire him to write something interesting. Scribbling down a quick note in case Valentina didn’t make it home before he returned, Caesar grabbed his keys and walked out of his front door.



    Upon finally reaching the outdoors, Caesar lit a cigarette to warm him up and stretched his arms to the sky. Taking a calming drag, he exhaled the smoke before walking off toward the bar, using the tangerine glow of his cigarette as his only feasible means of light. With that, he trekked toward the bar with a pep in his step, taking a short cut through a familiar alley. Pausing, he noticed a male sitting on the ground next to a dumpster. He didn’t appear to be homeless, dressed in nice and clean clothes and adorning a necklace that subtly glistened in the moonlight, but he was still a bit curious about the other. Given, talking to strangers was never the smartest idea. As a matter of fact, he often actively avoided them. However, Caesar was curious about the other. Approaching him, Caesar knelt down cautiously. “Um, are you alright?” He asked, partly concerned and partly skeptical of the situation.


    ooc // Sorry my reply is late, as well as wordy or riddled with mistakes. My first posts usually are ^^;


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