♫ Rock On ♪



Welcome to the first annual Rock Music World Competition! Here at the Live Music Capital of the World, Austin, Texas, bands from all over the world will come here to compete. In each major continent, one or two groups have made their way to the top and are now coming here to compete to be the best in the world!In just 2 months there will be a grand show, each group will play for a crowd of 100 thousand people. Each night for 6 nights straight, these bands will put on a concert for you. A panel of judges will judge each band on performance, concert look, crowd involvement, and a few other things. Therefore, bands this goes out to you, work hard, play hard, and make those 100 thousand people scream you name!


Nine bands from six different countries. These bands have competed in the Rock Music Competition in their counties, now proving their really just that good, they have advanced onto the final stage in seeing who is the best in the world.

• One band will come from Australia
• One band will come from Asia
• One band will come from Europe
• One band will come from Africa
• One band will come from North America
• One band will come from South America

For 2 months they will settle into their new home and prepare for the final performance.

The bands will meet and have a party thrown for them on the first night of their arrival in Austin. After that there will be little get togethers every now and then, prepared by the competition. However, the bands are allowed to meet, greet, and just have fun, spending time with all of the other band members, or just jamming out.

OC

♫ Rock On - Rules ♪



1.) Obey the TOS Rules
2.) This is a semi-lit RP, so at least one hefty paragraph, no text talk. Be descriptive, use " " for speaking. No **'s for actions, actually type out what your character is doing. EX: She walked down the hall to see her friends. "Hey guys!" she said excitedly. We want to be able to post something from what you write.
3.) Romance is allowed, no cybering! Keep it PG-13 or take it to the PM's, emails or what not.
4.) No God-moding. I am god in here, not you. If I catch you, you will be blacklisted and taken out of the roleplay.
5.) If you are going to be gone for a while, please let us know. It's not fun if you have to wait around for one person to post.
6.) Cursing is allowed, keep it at a minimum. Don't do it every other word.
7.) Fighting is allowed but no killing, unless you have the person consent and you tell me first. But I would rather that there was no kill.
8.) No anime pictures, please keep them real.
9.) Use spell-check please.
10.) PM your profile to me for acceptance before posting.
11.) Title the PM “Rock On Reserve” to reserve a spot if you don't think you have enough time to type up the Profile.
12.) PM the profiles with the title "Rock On Profiles" once they are all finished.
13.) Lets try to make this rp balanced, no all girl/boy bands just because I say so, have at least one girl/boy in the band, please. since romance is to be bloomed and what not, i would like everyone a fair chance, though there might be couples that aren't boyXgirl. ^.^ Please just no one gender bands, that's all I am asking, thanks loves.
14.) No posting till I post Open.

♫ Rock On - Band Spots ♪



♫ Band Africa: ♪
Singer:
[Izzadora - played by: QueeniE*BEE]
Lead guitar:
[Alex - played by: babyangel]
Bass guitar:
[Cam - played by: Blissful_Nightmares]
Drums:
[Luna - played by: Ameika]
Back up:
[closed - can be a back up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything]



♫ Band Asia: ♪
Singer:
[Reiko Asami Wakahisa - played by: Lady Chello]
Lead guitar:
[Jing-Tz Huang - played by: LenGe]
Bass guitar:
[Akemi Suzuki - played by Rain:]]
Drums:
[Akira Hongo - played by: PrincessKasumi]
Back up:
[closed - can be a back up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything]



♫ Band Australia: ♪
Singer:
[Cierra Vienna Giovanni - played by: ii_lovebug]
Lead guitar:
[Inanna Rhodes - played by: Eiiri]
Bass guitar:
[Rosemary Marie Grenadine - played by: Early Bird Special]
Drums:
[Aarani Icilio Ryan - played by: Rain:]]
Back up:
[closed - can be a back up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything]



♫ Band Europe: ♪
Singer:
[Mari-Kathryn - played by: LilMissMollyPutz]
Lead guitar:
[Max - played by: Early Bird Special]
Bass guitar:
[Elizsarah Ramsey - played by: JessehBoo]
Drums:
[Jeremiah Jayce McCormack - played: Amelia]
Back up:
[closed - can be a back up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything]



♫ Band North America: ♪
Singer:
[Linnea Delacroix - played by: Raccoon_Chronus]
Lead guitar:
[Michael Jaden - played by: Jauni]
Bass guitar:
[Tanya - played by: o0Calyx0o]
Drums:
[Sticks - played by: Sugiza]
Back up:
[closed - can be a back up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything]



♫ Band South America: ♪
Singer:
[Sander - played by: Remaro]
Lead guitar:
[Atticus Fitch Blank - played by: Dear Lelie]
Bass guitar:
["Princesa" Bella - played by: Jauni]
Drums:
[Tony - played by: Raccoon_Chronus]
Back up:
[closed - can be a back up anything, vocal, guitar, piano anything]

♫ Rock On - Profile Codes ♪

PHP Code:

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][CENTER][SIZE="5"][name or nickname][/SIZE]

[img]picture link - real please[/img]

I play for [color="your own color"][county][/color].
My band is called [color="your own color"][band name - wait till all the spots are ill then we shall fill this in][/color].
I am the [color="your own color"][position][/color] in my band.
My band members call me [color="your own color"][nickname][/color] a lot.
But my mother calls me [color="your own color"][real full name][/color].
I am and have live [color="your own color"][age - 17-22][/color] years.
I will be a year older then what I am now on [color="your own color"][dob][/color].
For my birthday, I would like [color="your own color"][wanted b-day gifts][/color].
But I will throw out [color="your own color"][unwated b-day gifts][/color] if I receive them.
I love: [color="your own color"][likes][/color].
However I hate: [color="your own color"][dislikes][/color].
I am [color="your own color"][single/taken/in a relationship][/color] and I am [color="your own color"][bi/gay/straight][/color].
[color="your own color"][crush - if you have none now pm me a name once you do][/color] is a person I like a lot. 
Now if you really want to know me I am [color="your own color"][personality - at least one paragraph][/color].
But you want to know the whole story. Well alright... [color="your own color"][bio][/color].
Did I forget anything else? Oh yeah! [color="your own color"][anything else you would like us to know][/color]

I am played by [color="your own color"][username][/color][/CENTER][/FONT] 


♫ Rock On – Competition Event Calender ♪

♫ March 28th – Arrive at Austin
♪ March 28th – Dinner party for bands
♫ March 29th–31st – Tour of Austin Texas
♪ April 1st – April fools dinner party
♫ April 14th – Rock Jam all day party
♪ April 20th–26th – Beach trip to Galveston Texas
♫ May 1st – Dinner party
♪ May 2nd – Rock concert dinner party
♫ May 11th – All day picnic rock party in Austin’s Park
♪ May 15th–24th – Trip to LA
♫ May 27th-30th – Groups practice concerts on the actual stage with a TV crew
♪ June 2nd-7th – Rock Music World Competition concerts [who will play on what day will be announced on May 30th]
♫ June 10th – Dinner party announcing winner
♪ June 11th – Rock concert with all contestants
♫ June 12th – Event ends

♫ Rock On – Announcements ♪

♫ Competition Announcements ♪

♫ All band members must arrive in Texas on the 28th, if you arrive later then that date then please go see Mr. Taylor at the front desk, he’ll catch you up to speed



♫ RP Announcements ♪

♫ Full! [3-14-10]
♪ The RP will start with the bands getting the ticks to fly into Austin, this will be about 2 days before the 28th, just so we can get most of the band spots filled up.
♫ The Rp is officially open 2-10-10 at 1am!!! woot
♪ Posting will start once you get a chunk of your band members profiles in.. and after you come up with a band name.
♫ The Extra "Back up" is closed for the time being. Until we fill up all the spots this spot shall be closed.
♪ POSTING STARTS FOR MOST OF THE BANDS!!! POST MY DEARS POST! [2/21/10]
♫ All spots are filled and then back ups will stay closed until the surprise twist happens!

♫ Rock On – Extras ♪

Pictures:


Lounge:
x X

Recording Studio:
x X x X x X

Practice Rooms:
All can use

Bedrooms:
[those in red have links]

[Africa] Izzadora - Alex - Cam - Luna
[Asia] Reiko - Jing-Tz - Akemi - Akira
[Australia] Aarani - Inanna - Cil - Rosie
[Europe] x - Jeremiah - Mari-Kathryn - Elizsarah
[North America] Linnea - Michael - Sticks - Tanya
[South America] Sander - Tony - Bella - Fitch



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♫ Rock On ♪




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♫ Rock On ♪




*Post once your band is filled up and you have come up with a band name*

((c-can I have first post? >.> I never did one and I feel like I'm sailing in uncharted waters))

[yes you can my dear ^.^ go for it, i'll post soon as well]

[[No one wants to join Africa T_T ]]

((I'll join if you like?))

((I can join that one too))

[[You don't have too especially since you have already made profiles and stuff. Thanks for volunteering though ^_^ ]]

(( offer will always be open ^_^ and yes polly.. just fill in a profile skeleton and send it to chronus ))

Antonia Ruther woke up to the sound of her brothers being totally retards. She sat up and stared, her hair in a complete mess on her head. She got up and started walking to where her brothers were; her face was and looked really pissed. She walked into the room and glared, yes glared, making holes into her brothers from her powerful stare. “Will you guys please just shut up!” finally silence cam all of the sudden, her brothers looked back at her, there stared in fear and then locked eyes with her hair. In two seconds, they busted into laughter. She shook her head and ran to them. “I’m going to get you guys!” “Ahh run,” they all yelled, screamed, and fell. To a person who had just walked into the room, there was be a big ball of people on the floor wrestling, they looked ridiculous.
After a few minutes of wrestling Tony smiled and punch her brothers playfully and smiled, “Just keep it down, down so I can hear myself. I’m going to get dress, the tickets might be in the mail today.” She smiled happily as she walked back into her room. Her band had just won and became the best rock band in South America. This was the best thing she would have ever dreamt of, and now they were going to go to America, North America to battle the best in the world, to see which band is the best in the world, now this made her nervous.
She went into the bathroom, yawning as she looked into the mirror, she whimpered. Her hair was gong to make her spend over an hour on it. Sighing she went into the shower, her she shampooed and conditioner over and over, more then 5 times. Finally, her hair went down. Making sure she was fully cleaned she stepped out and dried off. Brushing her hair, she braided it into her normal braided pigtails. She wondered into her closet, “What to wear?” she pulled on a t-shirt, shorts, and boots. Slipping it all on, she looked at herself. “Nice, simple and me.” she laughed as she looked the outfit over once more.
After she finally stopped looking in the mirror, she grabbed her drumsticks and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a pre-made sandwich by her mom she headed on outside. Laughing she ran off into the forest. She loved where she lived. In a forest near a lake, the best thing ever. Running through the forest, she soon found the path that would take her into town and to where her and her band members meet. When she reached the road, she started eating her sandwich, wondering slowly on the side of the road.
Soon the town came into site and Tony could not help but smiling, here this place is where it all happened. As she entered the town, several people stop and said hello to her. She smiled and waved to everyone, soon entering the building that held the best memories possible. She took the mail out from the box and walked on inside. She seemed to be the first on there. She plopped the mail down on a table in front of the couch. She then walked over to the recording studio they had. She just felt like jamming on the drums and that was the perfect place to be, setting it so nothing could be heard outside of the walls, she walked inside and then shut the door. Adjusting certain buttons on the recorder, she made sure it would hit the loudest level of volume. Sitting behind the drums, she sighed. Closing her eyes she soon reached that place were all she thought about was playing. Then she was off, playing a few of their own songs, while waiting for everyone to come in.

[her home: X]


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Linnea Delacroix was up all night, she could not help it, and the tickets would soon be here, either today or tomorrow. [the tickets arrived today] She just could not wait, so she had staid up all night on the computer, watching their performances repeatedly.
Soon her eyes started to close; however, they opened wide when her alarm clock buzzed off. She yawned she shook her head. Finally standing up after 10 hours sitting in front of the computer, she walked over to the window and drew back the windows. Looking out at the city, she smiled softly and wondered into her bathroom. Taking a slow shower, she could not help but to sing softly.
Wrapping a towel around her body she walked out of the bathroom and into her closet. Picking out some dress, jacket, and shoes , she soon put everything on and headed back into her bathroom. Looking at her hair and face, she sighed softly. Fixing her hair, she added a dry conditioner to it that would make her blue streaks brighter colored. Putting her makeup on she soon finished straightening her hair down and spraying just a bit. Walking out of her bathroom, she grabbed her bag and then walked out of her door, closing it behind her, she walked down the spiral staircase and then into the kitchen.
Linnea fixed herself a quick breakfast consisting of cereal and milk. She packed two apples and a soda into her bag. She left a note to her parents about her heading to the studio. Then with that she was off. Walking into the hall of the apartment building, she headed to the elevator. Waiting for it to open a boy that lived on the floor with her tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, I know your going to win this right, I mean we are couldn’t on you sweetie.” Linnea smiled and nodded, “Yeah Derik we’ll win this, well I hope we will. I mean the guys we will be up against are really good as well, the judging is going to be brutal possibly.” "Yeah I know love, but just do you best, I’ll be rooting for you in the audience.” Linnea looked up at Derik when the elevator opened up, they walked into it together. “First floor right,” Linnea nodded and smiled. “You’ll be there, I mean in Texas.” “Yeah girly, you think I wont be there, I mean come on I’ve known you for a while now, I would have to say I’m one of you major admirers.” Linnea couldn’t help but to blush and Derik seemed to have seen it, since he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and walked out of the elevator with her as it opened. “Hey I’ll drive you to the studio, I wouldn’t want you to get trampled by the media.” “Media?” Linnea looked up at the at the outside world, there were camera crews outside, “Why are they here? Is someone famous here?” “Yeah silly, you.” He smiled and walked outside with Linnea, his arm still around her shoulder as they walked out to his car.
He opened the door for her as the camera crew finally caught up with them. Their questions were slurred into a big mess as Linnea closed her eyes and ears, luckily the door closed and then noises calmed down. Derik started the car and was off. “Thanks Derik.” “Ah don’t mention it, the new guys here seem to be all buggy, well it’s understandable. Your other band mates must be getting the same thing.” “Oh I hope their okay.” That was the last thing spoken between them. Linnea’s head was up against the window as they travel the streets. She watched as they buildings went by, her eyes started to get very heavy, soon closing. She soon had 15 minutes of sleep before being woken up by someone nudging her shoulder.
“Wake up sleepy face.” Linnea groaned and looked up, she was really tired. Lifting her head, her eyes half shut. “Aww, alright here sweetie.” Derik picked Linnea up bridal style, also leaning down and grabbing her bag before closing the door. He walked up to the studio, some of news people seemed to be there already, this meant that some of her band members where here as well. He opened the door, with the help of the news people. Boy did they love this, Linnea in the arms of an unknown, oh this was good for them.
Not caring about their questions or comments, Derik walked into where he heard talking. “Hey guys, um Linnea seemed to not get any sleep last night at all, and she passed out in the car, so where should I put her?” Linnea’s band members knew Derik from the times she would have them over to her apartment. He live right across form her in a one bedroom, he was a college student after all. After a few second he found a couch to lay her down on, smiling he waved, “See you guys latter, I’ll be watching you form the front row at the concert, good luck guys!” he waved and then smiled, “I’ll be texting you soon love.” He smiled and winked at Linnea before heading out.
Linnea was half asleep, her wave was a pathetic little: hand up, to the side, and then down. Groaning she reached down into her bag and took out the soda. Opening it up she took a sip and then sat up. She was awake a little bit more then before. “So what’s up, anything new in the mail, who’s doing what, and what’s with news people and how they feed off of Derik?” she was totally innocent to the fact that Derik was waiting for her to hit 18 and then he would try and make a move on her. Lucky for him she would turn 18 while she was during this contest thing, so when they would come home, he had this elaborate scheme set up for her and him. And Linnea just thought they were close friend and nothing more.

[her home the wavie windows is where she lives her room, bedroom 2]
[Derik X]

"OOOOH, LOVE ME DEAD! LOOOOOVE ME DEAD!" came the screaming alarm of his cellphone. Michael Jaden Walker woke up with a start; his golden tan hand shooting from beneath of his comforters and swatted around for his only source of a alarm clock. A deep and clearly disgruntled groan emitted from his throat as he picked up the phone, pressed the 'shut up' button and dropped it on the floor. "Screw you Ludo... Screw you..." Finally! Some peace and quiet... For now.

But he knew that wasn't going to last long anyway. He was practically waiting for that evil woman to come busting into his room and opening his dark drapes to let in some sunlight. She did this every morning, just so he could wake up bright and early. But the thing is... He only slept for about an hour or two. Well who could blame him? He was anxious and he could hardly contain himself. He spent like 90% of the night composing some new projects for his band to use during the competition. Originally, he'd be jumping up and down, acting all crazy and all that jazz... But for the love of God was he so damn tired!

However, he could hear shuffling her feet; as if she were in a damn hurry or something. Again he groaned as he threw his comforter over his head, just so he could have the ability to see before his mother decided to blind him again. And there goes the door... "Raise and shine, sleepyhead~!" his mother chirped as the door practically threw itself away from her and his drapes magically opened themselves. His mom didn't even need to move a finger, because that's how insane she was...

"Noooo..." Michael griped as his mother grabbed a hold of his warm comforter and attempted to rip it away from his semi naked body, "No! Stop that! Damnit woman!"

"Michael Jaden Walker, don't you dare talk to me like that!" she scolded as she easily ripped the dark colored comforters away from him. Opening his sleepy eyes, he merely flashed her a dark glare before attempting to take his only source of warmth from her evil grasps. However, that was futile up to this point. "At least I didn't say fuck you this time..." he muttered. "MICHAEL!" He twitched as she grabbed his arm and forced him out of bed, "Hurry up and go shower." "As you wish... Your highness," he practically hissed as he dragged himself to his bathroom from down the hall.

It took him a bit longer than usual to shower. The warm water just felt so damn good on his aching muscles. Normally, he'd never pull an all nighter; but he was just so excited about this competition; he could hardly contain himself. And the fact that he had so many ideas for songs too... Oh God! Well after finishing his shower, he grabbed his towel and quickly dried his hair before grabbing his AXE hair gel and styled his hair to its normal look. Pleased with his hair, he then sprayed a small amount of Old Spice deodorant before walking back to his room. Closing his door, he then grabbed a Quicksilver shirt, his favorite Fox racing jacket and his pants. Once he was dressed, he quickly pulled on some socks before grabbing his keys, cell and wallet. The moment he opened his door, a rather tiny girl ran up to him and giggled.

"Why good morning~" he grinned fondly at the little girl as he picked her up and spun her around. The girl giggled excitedly as he continued to carry her and take her downstairs where the family was currently residing.

"So, you're gonna be heading over to the studio then?" Michael turned to his father once he gently put down the little girl. "Yeah, why did you make any plans or something?" The older Walker merely shook his head as he continued to read from his newspaper. Michael nodded, plopping down on the seat and began digging into his plate. Once finished, got up and ran back upstairs to brush his teeth and returning to the kitchen where he sorted through the mail, slipped on his favorite shoes and grabbed anything that belonged to him. "Tell Uncle Mikey bye bye, can you do that, Nina?" "Ba... Bai!" the little girl, Nina called out. "Bye bye, Squirt... Later Mom, bye Dad." "Bye Mike," his father called out as his mother waved.

Micheal then entered the garage, where his mode of transportation stayed, undisturbed. A cocky smirk appeared on his lips as he grabbed his gloves and his helmet; his dark eyes eying the bike, hungrily. Opening the garage, he then hopped on the bike; dragged it outside before popping a quick wheelie and made his way toward the studio.

It didn't take long to ride to the studio and it appeared that he was gonna be one of the first ones at the place. After parking his motorcycle, he then took off his helmet and casually made his way inside. Greeting a few early birds, he then made his way to the break room and plopped down on the couch. Soon enough the band's singer appeared, along with her unofficial boyfriend. Michael merely rose a brow as this Derik dude gently placed her on the other couch and... Left, "Later," he called out as he then turned his attention back to Linnea, "If your asking about the tickets, I wouldn't have them... And as for your other questions. Again, I wouldn't know..."

"Go Go Power Rangers!" blinking, Michael then leaned to the side, digging around his pocket for his cellphone. Sliding the phone open, he then proceeded to check the text message before a slight smile appeared on his lips. Sliding the phone closed, he then flipped it open, a full keyboard within the phone as he quickly answered it and sent it back.

- - - - - - - - -

A familiar beep echoed in her ears, causing her to look up from her book. Turning her attention to the pink phone, she then flipped it open and read the text message. A giggle escaped from her lips as she shook her head and merely closed it; she'll reply to that later. Yawning, Isabella Liliana De La Cruz bookmarked her page and placed the thick novel back onto her nightstand before raising both her arms up and stretched. A few bones cracked and once again she yawned before she pulled the covers off of her and got up. Looking around, she then shrugged before grabbing her morning things and walked over to the bathroom.

It didn't take her that long to shower, because today she didn't want to wet her hair this time. After washing her body, she hopped out of the shower stall and wrapped the towel around her frame. She then walked over to the sink, before applying her face cleaner, washed her face once again, dried it and added her moisturizer. After that she then walked over to her room; grabbed her outfit, which consisted of a thin, spaghetti strapped undershirt, the green outer blouse, her jeans and her white beret, this also included her golden, bow tie flats. After satisfied with herself, she then went back to the bathroom where she quickly fixed her hair and applied her basic make; which consisted of of her mineral foundation, concealer, black eye liner and her shimmery chapstick.

Right afterward she slipped on her shoes, brushed her teeth, grabbed her cellphone and walked downstairs, along with Romeo following right behind her. Stopping, the girl turned around and picked up the long haired chihuahua as she continued with her journey downstairs, before meeting with her mom still cooking and everyone else still asleep. "Leaving Bella?" her mother questioned her as she turned away from the pan an went straight for the counter where more ingredients resided. Isabella nodded, petting Romeo before she gently placed him on the floor again, "Ay Mama," Bella frowned, causing her mother to slightly glare at her. "Oh tumahimik! (be quiet)!" the older woman scolded as Bella reached for a few pieces of fruit and walked out of the house.

She was glad that their practice studio was in walking distance. So it didn't take long for her to reach the studio and within a few yards away, she could hear the long banging of a certain person's drums. This caused Bella to shake her head slightly as she finally made it inside and walked straight to where the noise was.

Michael's House | Bella's House

Atticus Fitch Blanktumbled from his bed when he heard the violent buzzing of his alarm. Shaking his head he ran a hand threw his tangled blonde hair. Sighing he pushed himself up from the floor and hit the screaming alarm. Fitch tried his hardest to rub the sleep from his eyes, but opted to just take a shower. He really couldn't believe that the day was here. The blonde had been so impatient for it to come, and now it was here. Walking quietly down the hall he slipped into the bathroom to take a shower. Turning the water on cold he shivered as the icy water woke him up immediately.

After wasting a good several minutes in the shower he headed for his room. Digging threw his clothes he decided on blue jeans, and chartreuse t-shirt. Looking at himself in the mirror he decided he looked mighty fine. Slipping on his vans he was now dressed and ready to roll. Sighing he grabbed his horribly cracked iphone and slipped it into his backpocket. Fitch grabbed his double guitar case with his Martin guitar, and his Fender. Checking the bag he made sure he had plenty of picks. Going over to his dresser he grabbed all of his bracelets and what not and slipped them on his wrists. The guitarist only slept with few on not wanting to ruin them.

He then headed from his room and slid down the banister to meet face to face with his little sister, Muse. "Please let me come with you." She pleaded with a puppy dog look on her face. Placing his hands on her shoulders he just shook his head. "Nope." He grinned as he ruffled the younger girl's hair. Grimacing at him she stuck out her tongue. "Well, you better hurry up, you're running late aren't you? Don't you usually like to be the first one at the studio?" She leered at him. Wrapping his arms tightly around his sister he couldn't help, but laugh. "No big deal, can't be perfect all the time." He teased her as he grabbed his keys from the banister. "Later Muse."

Heading outside he climbed into his old Jeep. The army green color made him want to puke, but it worked since he didn't live as close as the other bandmates. Safely seat belting is guitars into the passenger seat. He put his key in the ignition and pulled out of his driveway. It took him around a half hour or forty-five minutes to reach the studio. Fitch grinned to the security guard, Anna. She always let him threw with out paying. He thought she had a crush on him, but it's not like he really knew. Going to his favorite spot all the way on the top of the parking lot he put his car in park, and put the annoying steering wheel lock on. Running a hand threw his windblown hair he grabbed his babies and headed for the studio. Fitch heard the drums and knew that Tony was already there. Grinning he made it inside and saw Bella. "Good mornin'." He grinned cheerfully as he entered the studio.

house & Anna

He turned around when he heard a yawning noise from behind. Isandro Buerto had already been up for a while, despite the early time, he was often an early riser anyway. Smiling softly, he put down the box of cereal to reach around and give the younger girl a one-armed hug.
“Mornin’ Catalina, did you sleep well?” He asked his little sister who beamed up to him, nodding eagerly. She was still in her pink pyjama’s, he couldn’t help but want to pick her up and swing her round. Well, Sander did love his family very much, there was nothing more important to him than them, and his close friends of course. As she pulled away, he watched her reach up to grab an apple, biting into it quickly.
“Mama’s not awake yet, she and papa came back late from dinner.” She stated, already answering the question he had been about to ask.
“What about Anita? And Nohemi?” She shook her head. Really, the rest of his family were so bad at waking in the morning, it almost made him laugh.

Sander had dressed in casual clothes today, the most he was expecting to do was see his friends, maybe practise their music together, nothing much really. Sighing, he finished his food, quickly washing up the bowl and spoon before putting them in a rack to dry. He paused for a moment, glancing at his watch before muttering a curse, making sure Catalina wouldn’t hear. “Tell Mama I’ve gone to meet the others, if I get back I’ll cook lunch or supper, ‘k?” He called over his shoulder, getting a thumbs up from his sister. She was probably the quietest of his family, other than Anita, but her silence wasn’t from choice. Taking his set of keys and tucking them into a pocket, Sander shut the front door quietly before hurrying to his scooter, picking up the helmet for it as he arrived. It was sometimes not very useful to live in a more countryside style area than in the city, it meant he had to leave earlier and had further to travel. Though, he did like it out here, they had a large garden and while the house was only on one level, it was spread out, large and roomy.

Swinging one leg over the scooter, he put the keys in, starting up the machine and driving it out of the garage, racing it down the road. Thankfully the road was mostly empty, he could go at whatever speed he felt like without getting into too much trouble. Because of this, Sander didn’t take too long in reaching building, though he could tell with another look at his watch he was probably going to be amongst the last ones there. Parking the scooter, he patted it fondly, giving it a quick check over. Some would say he was perhaps a little obsessive over the thing, always making sure it wasn’t scratched or marked in some other way. Chuckling to himself, he hurried into the building, heading straight for the recording studio, where he guessed the others would probably be.

“Hola mis amigos!" He called as he opened the door, smiling at the other three. While Sander’s Spanish was, yes, a bit scratchy, he often had a habit of saying the odd word or phrase, very simple ones that his twin had attempted to teach him. “Everyone sleep well?”

The iridescent dark red and black Nissan '69 Fairlady Z sped along the freeway, weaving between the larger semi trucks and SUVs when possible and speeding it's little metal heart out when there were no cars to pass. Jacob 'Sticks' Huntington gripped the passenger seat hard, looking at his driver with an expression of belated terror and utter disbelief. "Hey! Fucker! You might want to slow down!" He yelled over the music to his driver--an 18-year old man with long black hair in a ponytail and a soul patch.
"Ha ha ha, why, man? This is the life! Don't get better than this, this is living properly!" "This may be the life, but some of us don't want to receive our tickets in fifteen pieces so slow the hell down!" He commanded and was bitterly obliged by the crazy joyrider, who let up off of the gas petal and began driving a normal freeway speed of 80 mph. "Whatever, Sticks. You're no fun, man."
"Yeah, well, that sucks ass, don't it?" Jacob growled at his driver, breathing a sigh of relief, trying to calm his heart rate down. "Holy shit, Steven, what's wrong with you? This isn't Formula One!" "Well, you don't want to be late, do you?" The driver replied lamely, trying to find an excuse for driving like a maniac.
Jacob saw right through the excuse and shook his head, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples. "You're an idiot." is all he replied before taking his book out from the glove compartment and flipping to his marked page, beginning to read some more. The rest of the drive passed in almost total silence besides the music. For laughs, the driver put on Jacob's solo album 'Elements' - and Jacob scoffed and continued to read his book. "I can't believe I ever released that album." Jacob murmured to himself. "I hate it, but some people love it. I wonder what's wrong with them."

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The door to Apartment 51 crashed open loudly as Jacob bolted in, shutting it behind him with a jarring slam before any nosy reporters could get in. "They're like bees!" He said to no one in particular, a hint of bitterness plain in his gruff voice. He liked being famous and all, it was a nice lifestyle, but not when there were mobs of people around him 24/7. Hell, he wasn't even the frontman for the band in which he was famous for and people -still- treated him like he was Mick Jagger.
He locked the door quietly and turned around to get mauled by a flying hug from a girl with long, swept-back brown hair. "Jacob!" She cried out happily, soliciting a smile from the glasses-bearing drummer. "Hey, Sis." He replied, prying her off of him and forcefully breaking her hug. "Sorry, I'm only here to grab some stuff and then I'm off to the studio. I'll probably get my tickets there." He said, ruffling his teenage sister's hair with his hand and grinning as she pouted. "Don't look so sad, once I get back you know I'll be around more." He said to her before beginning to trudge around the apartment, packing up his various things such as spare drumsticks, clothes, and canned beverages.
"You'll be back in a few months, right?" The girl asked Jacob sullenly, and he replied with a laugh. "Of course I will. It's only two months long if I remember right. Say, where's James?" "He's in his room, playing CSS." "Sounds like him, alright." They were of course referring to their older brother, who was addicted to shooting games like Keith Richards was to shooting drugs. Jacob shoved his clothes into his bag and zipping it up, hoisting it up over his shoulder.
"Right, that's all I needed. I'll be going now." "Okay..." His sister murmured unhappily, and Jacob laughed again. "Come on, now, Julia. I'll be back before you know it, watch. How about when I get back, we go to Disney Land? Sound good?" He asked and was met with another death-grip hug from his sister, who looked up at him with shining eyes. "Really? You'll really take me?" "Of course I will. We'll arrive at 8 AM and stay there all day, you dig?" He grinned at her and ruffled her hair again, calling out to his brother. "Hey! James! I'm leaving, bro! I'll see you in a few months!" "What the fuck, Jacob, fuck the fuck off!" Jacob's smile didn't falter one little bit. "I love you too!"

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The Nissan pulled into the parking lot of the recording studio, finding the space closest that it could to the entrance. The door to the car opened and Jacob stepped out, slamming it behind him as he did so. The backseat driver-side door opened and out came his bag, slung over his shoulder as that door closed as well and he began to walk briskly toward the entrance to the studio, ignoring any paparazzi that happened to be lurking in the bushes or on the roof. He stepped inside quietly; he wasn't exactly an early riser and he saw that two other people were there. "Hey hey." He said to them, tossing his bag beside the couch and sitting down next to Michael, popping open a book and beginning to read without further introduction.


[[I just noticed that everyone seems to have an affectionate little sister. Shit. Oh well. >.<]]

Tanya Annalise Louve was not a happy person this morning- her car had failed to start, and having no time to repair it herself, she had fallen to the low of lows.

Asking her brothers for a ride. "Tim, could you PLEASE move it a little? I'm already late." The blonde said impatiently, her fingers tapping out a nervous rythm on her thigh.

"Easy, girl, we'll get there, we'll get there." Tim laughed, though he did press on the gas pedal. "I'm not gonna see you for a few months, can you blame me for eeking out what time I have left?"

"You're the one who decided to go to college in a different country." She said dryly. "Hey, this is it, pull over." She ordered. She hopped out of the car quickly, reaching into the back and grabbing her backpack and shoulderbag. "Love you, see you, scram before the leeches get here. The paparazzi had been a common occurence in the lives of the band lately, but they thankfully had no idea about Tanya's older brothers- or what Tim's car looked like.

Tim just laughed. "Yeah, all right. Later, Lover."

"Hey! Band nickname only!" She yelled after him before running inside. "Last one here, great." She muttered to herself, getting into the studio and seeing Linnea, Micheal, and Sticks already there. "Hey all. Sorry I'm late, my piece of shit car broke down again. I had to get Tim to drive me up."

[[Asia and Australia can post, right? >w<]]

[yes love, just pm the name of the bands to me pwease^.^]

Linnea yawned softly and then finally stood up. “Morning guys.” She spoke as soon as everyone was in the room. She stood up and just had too, she walked over to Tanya and hugged her softly, afraid of squishing her. “Will your car be okay once we get back?”
With that, an idea popped into her head. “Mail!” she skipped on off to the front of the building, luckily for her the mail was collected in a box inside the doors. Grabbing all of their mail, she then skipped on back to the room. Skipping back into the room, she bounced on the couch right in between MJ and Sticks. She easily fit in the tiny area in between the two boys. “Lets see what we have here.” She looked at the mail and then, “Junk..” she would soon fling all the junk mail in the table in front of her. “Bill, News people stupid, ah ha! Weird mail piece.” She looked the big manila fold over before filliping it over and cutting it open. “Some one else look, I don’t want to.” She was nervous in a way; she closed her eyes and held the package out.


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Tony had closed her eyes, the headphones blasting the music in her head. Most people would have thought that a person would have gone deaf already if they listened to what Tony listened to all the time. Rock, blasted, surround sound! Tony spent a good 30 minutes in the studio, before she even opened her eyes. Looking up she smiled and took her headphones off.
Shutting the booth down she closed the door behind her and walked over to her friends. “Hey guys.” Her voice had a heavy Latin ring to it as she smiled and continues with conversing. “Anyone wana look in the mail, it’s on the table. Tickets might be there.” She smiled and then walked over to where there was a semi sized kitchen area. “Thirsty?” she asked raising four glasses. She poured herself some lemonade as she waited for response.

Inanna awoke to the sound of her flat’s doorbell ringing. It was an unusual sound in the flat, no one ever used it; the door was always either unlocked or they had the key. Ina rolled out of her bed and pulled a white dress shirt on over her bra and boxers. She made her way through the new mess of her flat. She would yet again have to clean up after the previous nights events, not that she minded. There were also a few lumps of people in the guest room who couldn’t make it back to their own places. Ina opened the door to find her older sister, Meg, standing there holding the morning’s newspaper. “Do you know what this says?” she asked sharply, thrusting the paper into Ina’s hands as she walked into the apartment.

“What do you think? I just got up,” Ina replied, slamming the door. At this point, Meg got a good look at Ina and her attire. It was so far off from what Ina would wear growing up, but it had been three years since they had talked, let alone seen each other. “You can go and get changed before we talk,” Meg told her. Their family was old fashioned and extremely modest. “No, I don’t need to do that and I have a feeling this won’t be a long talk, what do you want Megan,” Ina asked, folding her arms.

Meg opened the paper to the entertainment section, which featured a full colored picture of D.O.T.H. and an article below it. Ina grabbed the paper and started reading the article, which gave information on each member of the group. She looked up at her sister, whose arms were on her hips, making her look like a lawyer in her dress suit more than an award-winning oboist. “This is an embarrassment, to me, Felicity and our parents, especially Father,” Meg exclaimed sharply. Ina rolled her eyes at her sister; of course they sent Meg to yell at her for succeeding. “You know most families would be proud,” she murmured, knowing Meg could hear her. “Just get out and leave me alone. I’m going to the States in a few days, anyways.” Meg opened then closed her mouth, knowing Ina was going to be stubborn about this.

After Meg left, Ina went and got dressed. She put on a touch of makeup and grabbed something to eat. Her fridge had more mixers and alcohol than food, but after rummaging around in it she found some fruit. Ina grabbed her guitar and violin cases, as well as the news article. They had a few songs involving the violin, when she gave up the lead guitar to play one of her original instruments. She left a note on the counter; hoping one of her sleeping guests would read it, ‘Clean Up!’ She left her flat and made her way down to the street.

She hailed a cab and had it take her to the studio where they practiced. She entered the studio and called out, “Anyone here? I’ve got a surprise!” Ina called, waving the newspaper over her head.

Ina's Apartment