forum "Punks, 2019-197-" "Wait wait wait, we can't introduce ourselves like that. What the fuck, man?" (8/8) (CLOSED!! STALKERS ARE CHILL THO)

Started December 02, 2019 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Danny hummed quietly to himself as he wandered across the cold floor of their rehearsal space, "All the lonely people," He murmured, "Where dooo they all come from?" distracted, and tripping over cables as he tried to find his phone.
As he weaved through his bandmates, searching, he thought about that poster he'd taken a picture of, stapled to a telephone pole for a potential gig somewhere down on Bowery street.
"Anyone seen my phone? I wanna show y'all somethin'." Danny asked, lifting up some coats thrown in a corner.

"Ya left it on top of my amp!" Esperanza said, barely looking up. "Why? Is there an opening for something?"

"Youuu guessed it!" Danny said, turning back and grabbing his phone from Ezzy's amp, his tattered converse bounding across the smooth ground. He scrolled through his camera roll, his fingers feeling the rough edges of his near-shattered screen. I should get this fixed.
"I don't know about it though, never heard of it. What do you guys think?" He asked, holding out his phone so they might get a good look.

(i have this idea that they walk into the club, and its full of life, and when they try to leave, the outside is tottally reverted back to 1975 as well?? idk)

((Essentially, yeah. Or they walk in and it's 1975 and they don't know how to get back???))

"CBGB's? Didn't they close a while ago…?" Esperanza asked, brow furrowed slightly. "Eh, whatever! I always wanted to go! Mis amores, all my favorites, idols, childhood crushes because i was the weird kid… they played there!"

"Sounds chill," Day said, looking up from his drums for the first time. "Can't be hurt by exploring, anyways."

"Yeah.." Danny shrugged, fiddling with a wooden bead on his necklace, "Couldn't hurt, I guess."
They needed the publicity. New York was a city where dreams came true, but behind those dreams were the dreamers; who'd need to claw their way through the crow and up the social ladder to even get a taste of fame. These days; bands like theirs were common but rarely developed; those still hopeful in trying to keep the true idea of punk rock alive.

((Nothing too big, just a bunch of kids trying to get back to their time while stuck in the birth of punk))

Esperanza nodded, smiling. "¡Hagámoslo, perras!" She said, before dropping her pick. "Fuck-"

"Yeah, that sounds cool!" amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) set her bass down on her lap, having finished tuning.

Esperanza grabbed her pick, smiling.

"Yeah?" Danny asked, looking for confirmation on his bandmates' expressions, "Alright-alright-alright, it's settled." He grinned, hopping over to the microphone and stand he'd set up earlier.

(i came up with a few band names if yall would like to see;
The Red Campaign
Memento Mori ('Remember Death' in Latin)
The Osmond Sleep Clinic
Velveteen
Soaked in Bleach
do yall have any ideas?)

((I thought the Riot Act was cool. I found it on a band name generator))

Esperanza smiled, standing up. "Great!"

((I like Velveteen!!! or Riot Act! But Velveteen is my fave I think ^^ Also, not sure if my previous question got answered or not? I may have missed it, but in case not, I'mma re-post it :3 Are we establishing turns so people don't get drowned? Sorry if it was already answered!)

"Lead the way then," Day said, setting down his things and standing, walking out to join his band.

(Yeah, my top choice(s) is Riot Act and Velveteen, if I had to rate them they'd be tied for first place lol)

"Okii, ready when y'all are," amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) smiled, getting to her feet, instrument still in hand.

(yeah im cool with whatever)
"Yeah, yeah, let's grab a cab outside. Hopefully, traffic's not too bad." Danny nodded, throwing on his leather coat and looking back to see if they'd forgotten anything.

Esperanza slung her guitar across her back, hands fiddling with the necklace at her throat. A small string with her lucky pick attached. "Hey ho, let's go?"

"Lead on," Day replied, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Danny slid on his oversized sunglasses and skipped out the door. He knew he looked ridiculous, but he didn't care; that was the point. From far away, he might've looked like a young Kurt Cobain, with his dishevelled blond hair and mismatched clothes. Stepping out into the busy streets, he spotted a shiny yellow cab driving slowly in their direction. Danny whistled, waving his arm at the car.

Esperanza trailed after him, bouncing on the balls of her feet slightly. "Okay, so, who's ready for me to info dump about every act that's played there on the ride over?" She asked, grinning.

amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) followed, setting her instrument down and happily prancing after the two.

Day slid into the taxi as it pulled over for them. He scooted as far as he could to make room for his bandmates pressing up against the far door. Though he thoroughly enjoyed the company of his band, he did appreciate his personal space.

Esperanza took her guitar off her back, sliding in next to them.

Danny chuckled at the driver's expression, watching his multiple bandmates squeeze in the back. "Ummm…" He said, looking for the address on his phone, not bothering with a seatbelt, "315 Bowery, please."