"Okie dokie," she quickly wrote down the number and put the paper in her pocket so she wouldn't lose it. She had been confused for a minute when she saw the numbers were written on his arms, but then reaised he probably had dermatographia, which was more cool than weird. "Thank you for your time!" She pulled her backpack back on and walked out of the room.
"You are welcome." Ruca-Monroe said, smiling. "By the way, my name's Ruca-Monroe. But no one really calls me that. Feel free to call me Ruca or Monroe." he called out after her.
Antonio comes to the room, knocking softly before entering. He smiles a bit, humming a little as he looks around.
"Hello there. Come in. Do you need me to hook anything up for you?" Ruca-Monroe was being as polite as he could.
Antonio shakes his head, smiling. "No, I'm going acoustic today, if that's alright with you?" he asks cheerfully, tenderly unpacking his guitar.
She paused by the doorway, saying, "Nice to meet you, I'm Helena, but you can just call me Elena." She turned back around and walked out, deep in thought, not really paying attenion to where she was walking.
"Definitely, yeah. Show me what you've got, man." he leaned back in his seat, "By the way, my name's Ruca-Monroe. No one really calls me that, though. Feel free to call me Ruca or Monroe."
((Pretend my response was a little earlier lol))
Antonio nods. "Antonio, most call me Toni." He smiles, "I'm more of a guitar player, but a friend of mine convinced me to sing as well. Normally I play punk, or something like that, but this song is a little softer." he says, humming a bit as he tunes his guitar. When pleased, he starts to play, singing softly, 'Scars to your beautiful."
As Finley rounded the final corner, Connie let out a low growl. However, the male thought nothing of it, continuing to look down. He was brooding, angry that his family was making him try out; music was personal, and he didn't like sharing it with others. The voice had stopped singing he realized, looking up briskly before a harsh and sudden impact happened. "Ow!-" His voice rung out, and he took a step back, his dog shifting worriedly at his side.
It was sweet and nice, which was good, he didn't want everyone to be punk. But this kid was playing Scars to Your Beautiful? How unheard of. . .especially with teen boys. . .this was interesting. Ruca-Monroe scratched a memo into his skin.
I is piano?
Antonio finishes, strumming the final chord and letting out a small breath. He smiles at Ruca, "I hope that was acceptable?" He asks, his emerald green eyes sparkling a bit.
"Yeah. It was great. Call me tomorrow, would you?" he slid his number over to Toni.
Helena got knocked backwards, running into the wall. She looked up at the person she had run into. "Oh my God I'm so sorry," she apoligized profusely. She swiped back a stray piece of hair, her eyes falling on the dog he was walking. "I-uh, I think your dog is really cute," she awkwardly said, hoping to lessen the tension.
((@BBC_Fangirl Sure! You can be piano ^^))
Toni flashes his dazzling smile, "Ah, yes. Thank you, amico~!" He takes the paper, setting it in his guitar case and waving at the other, "Ciao~!"
"Goodbye Toni." Ruca-Monroe called in the next person. They were playing guitar. They were good, but not Toni good. "Next!"
Toni hums softly, walking towards the graveyard a little ways. He stops at a small gravestone, looking over the name, Amilia Jones. He places a hand on the gravestone, smiling softly, "Seems like you were right, sorella. Music really is the best thing in the world." He whispers.
Name: Reese Ocean
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexuality: Sapiosexual, which is the attraction to intelligence. Not gender. So she will only be attracted to smart people.
Appearance: Dark blue hair, green eyes, mocha brown skin tone, tall and lanky.
Usual clothing: Fishnet leggings, spiked boots, and a crop top. Wears real diamond earrings that her father gave her…. right before he was murdered.
Personality: Develop.
Quirks: Has a lot of PTSD and gets scared easily.
Backstory: Her father was a spy for a secret organization, and was murdered when Reese was only 6. Reese saw it happen. Her mother had left her when she was only an infant, and also worked for that same group. Reese vowed to get revenge on her father and find her mother, but she was forced to stay and live a normal life. She currently lives with her kind but forgetful aunt.
Other: Has a pet dog named Stu. Does piano but is even better at guitar and can sing but though it's good it's not the best. She has an incredibly deep voice that embarrasses her.
Finley's eyes caught the girl's and he gave her a nasty look. "Watch where you're going." He spat, his multi-colored eyes catching the light. Callie stared up at her owner, then shot the girl a contemptuous look. A low growl emitted from her throat as a warning. Finley pushed her aside as he walked past, entering the audition room angrily.
(Is Reese good or should I change her character?)
((Oh yeah, your character is approved ^^))
(How do I toss her in?)
(bring her to audition! Ruca-Monroe is waiting!)