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(Okay well in order to post a starter we will need to discuss why they might meet, or if they know each other. got any ideas?)
(Okay well in order to post a starter we will need to discuss why they might meet, or if they know each other. got any ideas?)
(Asato shows up at one of Katy's band gigs cus he wants to try and get a little bit out of his shell but ends up getting overwhelmed and starts panicing and Katy notices? So she hops off stage to go help him?)
(Oh hello-)
(Yeah that works, should i post a starter do you want to go first?)
(sorry for the last response, my notebook wasn't working well)
(would you still want to do this? I know I warned at the beginning that I'm inactive, but I want to make sure)
(Uh hi! Sorry I died, life fuckin sucks but we're SO back [at least for a little bit])
(Idc, whichever you think would work better-)
Sutechi had decided for some stupid reason to go to a concert. Out of all of the ways that he could have chosen to reintegrate himself into society better he chose a concert.
He could sense this going wrong from a mile away…and yet somehow he found himself handing the pass to the bouncer, and then being let in. He was in the standing area, right Infront of the stage. He figured why not, though he knew all the reasons this could go horrible wrong.
Why did he even decide to do this? This was stupid- he should just leave before things escalate- No. He wanted his money's worth on these tickets and at least he could focus on the singing.
He sighed, simply waiting for the singer to come out on stage and the whole thing to start.
Katherine was on stage, preparing, while the rest of the band was backstage, snorting coke and smoking. It was foul to her, really. She really wished they would just. . . not. But they did. And honestly this was way too much fun, the being in a band, to quit just because of a single clash of morals. Though the one downside, in her opinion, was the band name: Ember. It just felt. . . too cool. Like they were posing.
Not that they hadn't argued about it often. It was common to hear Katya slip into her two native Slavic tongues interchangeably - Russian and Polish, as her mom was Russian and her dad Polish - when getting into yelling matches with her bandmates.
She sighs and shakes her head, her bright, freshly died hair flying around her face, the roughly chopped strands stinging her slightly as she does so.
To anyone in the audience, she was a bright, stark contrast against the dark red and brown backdrop of the stage, with her bright red, green and purple hair and pale skin. Even her eyes stood out, bright beacons of blue piercing straight through to your core.
To Katya, her appearance was nothing new or strange. It'd likely change within the month.
She plays a few practice beats before the lights dim and the rest of the band sneaks on stage, holding their instruments, setting up in front of their mics.
The lead - the bassist and singer - lets the audience know the band name, as if they'd forget who they were there to see, the names of each member - John, bassist and singer; Casee, guitarist; Erin, keyboardist; and of course, Katya, drummer and backup vocalist.
With that, they start playing their first song, "Thornbush."
It was honestly one of the easiest songs for Katya. The drums weren't too fast, literally just a 6/8 time signature, but about halfway it speeds up a bit more, when she has a couple verses to herself and a full drum solo after.
With that, the concert starts.
The more the band plays, the louder the cheers from the crowd got. He was standing there just trying to avoid the concert but he was probably one of the few people that wasn't jumping and trying to mosh pit. He hated the idea of a mosh pit.
He was starting to get irritated at all the bodies rubbing against him back and forth, and the fact that people didn't seem to care that he was telling them to keep a distant space away from him every time they touched him.
Why did he even decide to come here? This was horrible. He hated the feeling of people rubbing against him, he hated the loud noises. Sure the band was doing a good job, but he could hardly focus on the music with everyone getting in his junk.
He decided that he just wanted to leave, as he was better off leaving then breaking someone's arm for getting too close to him. He tried to push his way through the crowd, but lost his footing on someones dropped soda, making the ground slippery. He stumbled, falling down onto the ground. He moved to get up and somebody stepped on his hand. He yelled in pain, moving to quickly get up.
He started breathing a bit faster, trying to calm himself down, but he felt like he was being pushed in by all the surrounding waves of people, and that he couldn't get out, he tried to take deep breaths, but they were extremely shallow. His eyes darted around, as he felt he couldn't speak to anyone to let him through. No no no no- this couldn't be happening here. This was the worst place for this to happen-
Someone noticed his panic, and tried to approach him. Only problem was that they were high off drugs, and smelled intensely of it. He tried to push them back but they didn't listen.
"Stay away from me!" He yelled, trying to calm down but it only kept building. He felt his heart racing in his chest, and felt like everyone was going to turn and look at him.
(poke)
(poke)
(Well. Guess who's alive :D)
(oh heyyyyy)
(HI:D)
(lol if you still want to continue this its your turn)
(Lmao it may be better to restart- I have no damn clue what was going on a year ago-)
(lol thats fair)
(Yeayea XDDD I'll get a new thread up if u want to restart)
( sure :))
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