A gothic/punk band has a lesbian disaster for a guitarist. They practice across the hall from another, much lighter band. Their lead singer happens to be a very sweet girl who is not easily put off by a bit of doom and gloom. Goth guitarist was ready for music and mosh pits, not music and a giant crush on the singer-next-door that makes her a giant mess of gay. Besides, she'd never like her back, anyway.
Oh h e l l a
Heya!!!
Hey!
Interested?
Of course!
Great! Who do you wanna be?
The softer one!
Okay! Wanna form, or just jump right in?
I tend to prefer to just jump in!
Okay! Want me to start?
Yes please!
Esmeray stood outside the building, a cigarette held loosely between her calloused fingers. She took a deep drag, tilting her head back to blow out smoke, long black and dark purple locks falling down her back. A few embers hit the surface of her Docs, going out quick. A small smile played on deep red lips, blue eyes still facing the sky. Her band took a break from recording, and she needed a smoke. A nasty habit, she'd admit, but one she never quite found the motivation to kick. She stayed there a while, standing in her shin length black dress and fishnets, the quiet almost refreshing.
Angela hummed, excusing herself from the recording room for a moment to get another water bottle from her car. "I'll be right back, alright?" She walked outside, pulling a key chain from her light pink purse. She let out a small cough as a cloud of smoke flew into her face. Angela's face was red as her lungs tried to dispell the smoke.
Esmeray looked up, looking half asleep. "Hmn? Oh, sorry." She said, voice monotone as she cupped her hand over the end of the cigarette so the smoke wouldn't blow by the other girl. "Wasn't expectin' ya…"
"Oh, no. It's my fault. I should've been looking where I was going. I'm very sorry." Came Angela's soft voice as she pushed her long blonde hair behind her ears. "I'm sorry. I'm Angela." She stuck out her hand for a shake.
"Esmeray." She said with a slight smirk, taking her hand with her own, fingers calloused from years of playing. "Who ya for?"
can i join
(This is a one on one and closed. It states that explicitly in the title of the roleplay.)
"Who am I for? Oh, you mean bands. I'm with a small band called The Wave." Angela laughed sheepishly, it had taken her a few moments to figure out what the other woman had meant.
"Right. You're across the hall from us, right?" Esmeray asked, taking another quick drag. "I'm in War and Pleas. Guitarist."
((@daughter_of_Diameter sorry, this is a closed one on one! But you could stalk if you want!))
Angela perked up. "Oh! I've heard some of your music, it's amazing!" She smiled widely. "The vocals on it are awesome and so is your acoustics!"
Esmeray found herself blushing slightly. "Thanks…" She said, trying to sound casual. Huh. Ain't scared off by loud music. "You have a pretty cool voice, too."
She laughed softly, a light blush dusting her face. Even after making music for years, she still wasn't used to people complimenting her. "Thank you."
Esmeray gave her another slight smirk, putting out the stub of her cigarette on the bottom of her Docs. "Welp, I gotta head back in. See ya around." She said, tipping an imaginary hat before turning to go inside, dress swishing around her legs. Internally, she was screaming fuck, I'm gayer than planned.