This is a private RP between myself and ShotgunSinner so unless you fall under either of those names please don't post in here. Thank you.

Name: Alessa Riley
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Looks:[x]
Personality: Alessa is clever and outgoing. She is loud and likes her voice to be heard above everyone elses. She is a playful person and can find fun in everyday life. She can be a bit grumpy in the mornings but warms up during the day, when night falls she really comes into her own. The life and soul of every party Alessa never misses out on life and encourages others to do the same.
Bio: Alessa grew up with her father, living with him in a small city apartment. Her mother died during childbirth leaving nothing but her concert records behind. Never knowing much other than what was in her songs Alessa dreamed of making it big, not only to make her dad proud but to try and live out the dream that her mother never had the chance to make a reality. Leaving home at seventeen she moved into shared accomodation and started actively searching for someone to help her with her dream.
Instrument: Lead Vocals
Other: Is a smoker and lights up whenever she thinks she is alone.

Name: Lucas Reynolds
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Looks: [x]
Personality: Lucas is rather quiet, normally keeping to himself, though he has an awful temper on him, normally loosing his cool over the slightest thing. Athleticisim comes naturally to him and he strives for perfection when it comes to his body. A rather serious and philosophocal thinker the life he finds himself in doesn't match his personality at all, but he loves it, it lets his wild side out but is an act so when he is home he is his true self.
Bio: Lucas grew up in a midle class family, his mother was a housewife until him and his twin brother James was seven and she went to become a nurse. His father worked in a ship yard and brought them home regular finds which both boys adored. James and Lucas may have been twins but they were nothing alike. Lucas left home at sixteen and moved into a frat house where he learned to play the drums. He realised he had a talent at drumming and kept it up, now glad to say he is going somewhere. He hopes to make his family proud of him, and dis-spell the thoughts of his bone idleness.
Instrument: Drums
Other: He has comitment issues

Name: Francesca(Frankie) Maddison.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Looks: http://diminou.deviantart.com/art/emo-or-punk-91638925
Personality: Frankie is very outgoing and is known for her insanity when she's onstage. She is bipolar and has to make sure she takes her medication. She may be loud and outgoing on stage, but she is very quiet and anti-social. She doesn't like parties, and does her best to avoid them to prevent embarassing herself when drunk.
Bio: She was raised by her aunt as her mother died when she was little and her father left her. Her aunt calls regularly to make sure she takes her medication.
Instrument: Bass guitar and guitar when they do acoustic performances.
Other: Heavy smoker.

Name: Aiden MacAvoy.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Looks: Tall, dark brown hair. Gets a lot of attention from girl fans.
Personality: Loud and outgoing, likes to party, although he never plays gigs drunk.
Bio: Brought up by a fairly wealthy family and tries his best to impress them with his music.
Instrument: Guitar.
Other: Crazy when drunk.

Alessa:

My alarm buzzed angrilly at ten o'clock, arousing me from my sleep. I yawned and reached over, sleepily banging my nightstand to try and get that annoying screeching to subside. I managed to hit the off button on my tenth attempt and slowly rubbed my bleary eyes. I was so not a morning person, even a later start like this was like asking me to treck up a mountain pass.

I scrambled out of bed, brushing my duvet back as I went, and padded along to the bathroom. I relieved myself and brushed my teeth before starting the shower and climbing inside. I washed my hair and soaped my body and fifteen minutes later clambered out again. Wrapping my hair up in one towel and my body in another, I left the bathroom and started along back to my bedroom, walking into Lucas on the way.

"Put your eyes back into your head will you?" I said teasingly and sidled past him. That was what I hated about shared accomodation: There was always someone else about.

I shut my door and rumaged around in my dresser for clean underwear and socks and then got some clothes from my wardrobe. I dressed in black boot-cut jeans, a white cami top and an orange work shirt. I dryed my hair briskly with the towel before running the hair-dryer over it and then straightening it. I did my make up and gave myself a look over in the mirror, smiling. I checked the time and then went to make myself some brunch, coffee and banana on toast. Yum.

Frankie:

I woke up to the irritataing sound that came from my alarm clock. I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I got out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. After that, I went back through to choose my clothes for the day. I picked a black and red striped t-shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans. I picked up my messenger bag and grabbed a cereal bar on the way out the door. I had to go and get some more clothes, after all, my wardrobe looked pretty pathetic...

Lucas:

Always being a morning person nothing really changed when I left home. I woke up at eight sharp and got dressed in my running gear. I didn't bother gelling my hair or washing because I would be having a shower when I cam back anyway. Every morning I did the same, jog for an hour and then come home, what I did after that sometimes varied.

I liked to take different routes each day, to make life a little more interesting. Today I decided to go straight through the city and back. More crowded but by far a better workout. My feet pounded the pavement and my ears were plugged into the booming music that was blasting from my ipod. I had on my shuffle, so at one moment hard core anarchist punk would be screaming out and the next a soft slow ballad. As much as I liked them I tended to skip the slow songs, they totally drained my energy.

I stumbled back into the kichen around quarter past nine and kicked off my ripe running shoes and scrambled ot of my jumper. I took my ipod off and lay it on the breakfast bar and walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and climbing in the shower. After I washed I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to my room. I looked out fresh aundered underwear and some clean clothes and got dressed, blue jeans and a lime green tight t-shirt with a dark green picture on the front. I got it off of e-bay and loved it dearly.

Going into the kitchen I fixed myself some breakfast, tea and toast with a bowl of porridge. My favourite. I slurped and munched away happily until I heard signs of life upstairs. One of my housemates were obviously up, most never surfaces until noon on a good day. It was surprisingly early today for one of them.

After washing up my dishes and storing them back in the cupboards I walked to my room, bumping into Alessa on the landing. She was wearing nothing but a towel. I'm a guy, sue me, I looked. She snapped at me and stalked off, I didn't blame her. I went to my room and flopped onto my bed. What would I do today?

I had bought a few tops, when I walked into Aiden. I sighed, every time we saw each other he'd try to flirt with me. I kept on trying to tell him I wasn't interested, but he didn't seem to get the picture...

Alessa:

I walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Someone had obviously been eating toast as there was crumbs all over the counter. I hated that. Was it so hard to clean up after yourself? As I popped two slices of white bread into the toaster I filled up the kettle and swept down the worktop.

I then resumed to get a banana, slightly browning but I'm sure it would be allright, and to turn on the radio. I turned it up rather loud and danced across the kitchen, singing along to the sings they played, word perfect on most.

I deftly caught my toast and spread it thick with butter and copped my banana into it and made a small snadwich. Tossing the skin in the bin and making up my coffee I sat and the breakfast bar and ate my breakfast, or lunch, happily, in peace too, which was unusual.

AFter I cleaned up my dishes I put on my boots, black leather with pointy toes and a silver buckle, and grabbed my handbag, containing my cash, keys, emergency make-up and my mobile, and walked out the back door.

A days shopping was what I fancied doing, and getting in some alcohol so that later on I could have a little party, maybe hit the clubs too depending on my mood.

Aiden:

I stopped when I realised I'd walked into Frankie. She looked pretty, and I couldn't help but stare at her.
I smiled,"Hey..."I wrapped an arm round her waist, but she pushed me away, dropping some of her shopping bags. I knelt down to help her pick them up, occasionally looking to see what she'd bought...

Lucas:

I heard the front door band so I knew that Alessa had left. Shame. She hardly ever stayed in here. I often thought almost wistfully during the long days when I sprawled on the sofa watching daytime tv, or lay reading or played cards, what it would have been like if Alessa was here. Maybe we would have had a friendly tiff over what challenge? Perhaps we would have had an indepth discussion about books? Maybe even played a game of gin rummy together?

I sighed. It would never happed. Someone like Alessa wouldn't want to sit and veg with a guy like me, waste her life in a dead end dump like this. It was at times like this that I wished I was something more than what I was. It's not often I think that though because I am happy with myself, and my life, well, for the most part. I just wished that a girl would like me for me. I shrugged and stood up. I scratched my head and went to the hall, pulling on a pair of trainers and went out the back door.

I wandered along the streets to the local music store. I had a couple hundred dollars in my bank account. I knew the perfect thing to buy that would impress my darling Alessa!

Frankie:

I caught Aiden looking in my shopping bags. I grabbed them off him and stood up. He smiled.
"You look cute when you're angry..."He said, edging towards me.
I stepped back and sighed. He never gets the picture...

Alessa:

I pounded the usual streets and looked through my usual shops, trying on a few shirts and an amazing pair of designer jeans, sadly with a designer price tag to match, though they were gorgeous, making my ass look great. I got a little thirsty so I stopped at a street vendor and bought a banana milkshake, sipping through the straw as I walked. Slowly getting bored. I went shopping yesterday, and the day before, it was begining to loose its edge.

As I walked I tried to think of places that I hadn't been in awhile. Bowling was one. I may do that tomorrow, have a little fun on the lanes, I may even ask Lucas if he wanted to go. Second thoughts, no, I am never desperate enough to ask him. Then it hit me. The music store. I loved that place, I was good at singing, but I was pretty passable at keyboard too. I loved testing them out and having a little play.

I nodded to myself and smiled satisfyed with my decision and walked towards "The Banned" music shop. The owner Lenny was a real sweety, I was sure he would let me try out the latest models, even though he was sure that I wouldn't buy any. As I approached the store I heard an amazing rock beat, it was brilliant in all senses of the word, filtering out of the store and into the street. I smiled and wlaked into the store, having a heart attack at the sight within.

Lucas was the drummer.

Aiden:

She was about to walk away, when I grabbed her arm.
"Dude, have you taken your medication today? It's just that you seem a little down..."
She nodded, but I could tell she was lying.
My eyes widened,"You know what that does to you!"

Lucas:

I walked into the store and chatted with the owner, Lenny, for a little while. He was a kind old chap, always with a grin on his face. I told him my budget and he led me over to an amazing red pair of drums. They were shiny and gorgeous and just what I had always dreamed my first set would be.

"Why don't you try her out?" Lenny Suggested.

I gratefully took the sticks from him and began tapping out a beat. The next thing I knew fifteen minutes had flown by and quite a crown had amassed, then to my suprise, Alessa was one of them.

She looked Horrified.

Frankie:

I simply shrugged,"I just didn't want to take them today!!!"
He stared at me,"Well, you'd better take them before practice tonight. Remember we're meeting at Lucas's place."

Alessa

For some reason, that was beyond me, Lucas suddenly stopped playing. His face turned bright red and he stood up, to a round of applause from the crowd that had gathered infront. He smiled and bowed his head and then went over to speak with Lenny. I saw from the corner of my eye that he handed over a credit card. Was he buying the drums?

I waited. Looking at keyboards and guitars until Lucas was leaving the store when I caught him by the arm.

"Your sensational!" I said to him. "Why did you stop?"

He shrugged and looked awkward. He mumbled something that I didn't catch. I shook it off.

"Are you buying drums?" I asked eagerly.

"Um...yeah. Me and a few friends of mine are starting a little band."

"Oh wow! Seriously!?"

"Well," he started. "Considering it. There is only three of us, bassist, guitarist and drummer, no singer. So I dunno. At the moment we just get together and jam."

I considered.

"I can sing."

Aiden:

We both walked back to Lucas' place to practice. We waited outside for him to return. We heard voices and I turned round to see Lucas with a girl.
Frankie stared at her,"Who's this?"

Lucas:

I considered. Her singing and turning us into a proper band would be the bonding session that I desired. Though I should probably consult Frankie and Aiden about this. I didn't want to let Alessa down though, not when I was so close to getting her to be mine.

"Well...." I said slowly, but she got the wrong idea and tossed her long curls over her shoulder. She looked hurt.

"You could just say no!" she spat and started to walk off. I jogged after her.

"Lessa wait! You can sing today, just I don't know. I have to speak with the others, and assess your voice. Consider today your trial?" I said quickly, grabbing her by the arm, expecting to be shouted at for talking to such a powerful and domineering girl like that. But on the contrary. Alessa looked thrilled.

We walked back to the house, her burbling happily about quavers and supranos and treble clefts while I wondered what to say to Aiden and Frankie. When we got to the door I saw that they were allready there. Before I had a chance to explain Alessa allready started talking.

"I'm Alessa. Alessa Riley," she said and extended her hand to Frankie. I gulped.

"She is trying out for the band. Singer," I said weakly. "Today is a sort of trial to see if it works out."

Frankie:

I shrugged and shook her hand,"Okay. I'm Frankie." I pointed to Aiden,"And this guy her is Aiden."

Alessa:
I grinned at them all and shook Aiden's hand too. I nodded triumphantly at Lucas and led the way into the house, about to go into the living room but raising my eyebrows when Lucas went into the garage.

"We practice out here," he said as if I was a child. I glared and flounced in, flopping on the sofa there.

"So," I said looking at them, Lucas heading for the drums, Frankie for the bass and Aiden for the guitar. "You three write your own songs?"

Aiden:

I sighed,"Well, we have the music. We just need to work on the lyrics. We've been practising together for roughly six months. I already knew Lucas. We then held auditions and that's how we met Frankie here..."I smiled and ruffled Frankie's hair.

Lucas:
I smiled and put an arm round Frankie, something which she hated, I didn't do it as much as Aiden, but still, once was enough.

"Yeah, she was our newbie," I said teasingly and then looked to Alessa and back to Frankie. Alessa sadly was not the sort of girl I felt as comfortable with. She was a party machine sure, but not my kind of comfort. I would love for us to have a love affair sure, but in reality I wasn't sure how we would cope as a band.

"I can write some songs, well, I think I can anyway. Why don't you play me a sample of what you got?" Alessa said and raised her eyebrow in her usual sneering way.

I got up and sat on my drum stool.

"Ok guys. From the top."

Frankie:

I felt a little nervous that Alessa was watching my every move, so instead of jumping around like a maniac, I just stood there. I thought we sounded good, but I knew we needed a little more work, but at least we had the basic idea. I only hoped Alessa had the same.

Alessa:

Personally I wished that I hadn't said I would be a singer for the band. Lucas and his 'friends' are really just a door bunch of dweebs. He played the drums very self-consiously, Aiden didn't have much passion, ditto that Frankie girl. I raised an eyebrow and sat silently when they were done. Lucas stood up.

"Well? What did you think? I know that we need a lot more work but that was allright, that's the basic idea of our style anyway," he burbled.

"Yeah?" I said simply, not sure what to say.

"Didn't you like it?" he pressed

"Well....it's not really my style," I said slowly.

He sighed. "I knew this was a bad idea," he muttered to Frankie and Aiden.

I nodded, I went into my back and took a few pills out. I took the bottle of water by the mic stand and swallowed the pills. I saw Aiden looking at me and he forced a smile.

Lucas:

"A bad idea?" she exploded "What do you mean a bad idea?"

I shrugged and went back to my drums, stradling the stool. "Look. This just obviously isn't for you, you didn't like our set, it isn't your style and you have no ideas for a song. So really, what can you possibly add to the band?"

She blinked. "Harsh."

I sat up and stared at her, I went and stood next to Frankie by the mike.

"Harsh? No, its the truth, you don't mind downing other people so I don't mind doing it to you. Now unless your willing to give this a shot I don't think we want to have our practice with you. Ok?" I said.

She nibbled her lip. Unsure of what to say or do. She didn't stand up or move though. She was trying hard to stay.

"Any other music? Please. One more chance?" she begged. I looked to Aiden and Frankie.