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Zephyr exhaled and adjusted their grip on their bass. They began to strum out the bass part of a Nirvana song, Heart-Shaped Box. Zephyr was obviously nervous, and made a few mistakes, but they hoped that Ruca-Monroe could see through it; Zephyr was actually rather talented, or at least they thought.
He smiled at Zephyr, trying to show his support when they messed up. Ruca-Monroe took some notes on Zephyr's playing, comparing it to the other players who'd come in.
Zephyr saw Ruca-Monroe scratch something into the paper with his pen and become more nervous. They quietly hummed the melody of the song along with their playing and tried to ignore the judge. Eventually, Zephyr came to the end of the song and did their best to smile and act like everything was okay. Don't sweat it. You're your own worst critic, they thought, waiting for some sort of reaction, positive or negative.
"Thank you Zephyr, for your performance. Call me?" Ruca-Monroe handed him a small slip of paper with his number on it.
"Yes, thank you for the opportunity. When would you like me to call?" Zephyr asked, taking the slip of paper, then packing up their instrument.
"Anytime tomorrow." Ruca-Monroe nodded.
"Alright then. I'll speak to you later." They walked out of the room and did everything they could to keep from crying. That was humiliating. Zephyr reminded themself that they had eyeliner on, and if they started crying, it would probably start running. That was just enough for them to keep their tears in.
Ruca-Monroe had to take a break. Listening to people sing and play instruments was starting to get boring.
Antonio had stayed in the graveyard, either talking to his sisters grave, or playing a song for her. He finally stands and stretches before heading away, sending a kiss to the gravestone before leaving.
((Hey, anybody on??))
(hi)
(heyo)
((Has everybody in the rp tried out? Other than Muted, that is… I apoligize my sis joins rps then never replies lol. If everybody else has tried out tho, then we could continue on with the rp.))
(Oh shoot my character hasn’t.)
(heyo)
((Do you want to do that now so we can move on? Theres no rush or anything if you're busy tho))
(No it’s fine.
I shall do it now.
How do I do it? ;-;)
((Have your character walk into the try out room and tell @Nerd what you are trying out for))
(@NERD)
(Kk.
I will try.)
Adeliza nervously opened the doors, “Um… hey, is this where the auditions are held?”
((Oh frick, I'm in so many rps currently I was thinking of the one I just responded too….. PLEASE FORGIVE ME IM SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!!!)
((Oh frick, I'm in so many rps currently I was thinking of the one I just responded too….. PLEASE FORGIVE ME IM SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!!!)
"Yeah, just sign in." he held up the clipboard.
“Thank you.” Adeliza said timidly, taking the clipboard and signing… the stuff required. Why are yoU SWEATING? YOU’RE LITERALLY JUST SIGNING IN CALM DOWN.
"Uh-huh. Show me your stuff, Ad."