Name: Cadence Kyrell
Age: 19
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Name: Dalton Smith
Age: 18



(Shall I post first or you?)

(I can.)
Cadence makes his way back to his new apartment, after gathering his clothes from Viktor, his ex-boyfriend's place. He grumbles. "Damn prick. Being a fucking baby." He unlocks the door annoyedly. He stops when he sees a light under the door next to him. "Ah, neighbor?" He shrugs and tosses his clothes on the bed. He then sits on it and closes his eyes. He grumbles to himself about how stupid Viktor was acting.

Movement could be heard from the apartment next door as furniture was rearranged and placed the way the new neighbor wanted it. Grumbling and cursing was all that came from his mouth as Dalton pushed the couch against a wall. Soon enough it rolled over his foot causing him to yell out in pain. "Son of a bitch!" Dalton snapped as he plopped on the couch and looked as his now damaged foot. He was wearing a pair of black jean shorts and a tan sweater with nothing under it the zipper down exposing his chest. Dalton is 18 and had just left his parents home to take on life on his own not having to deal with there rules any more.

He seemed to chuckled before he set his foot down as he thought to him self. 'Heh freedom from the rotten old man and his hag...' He then looked toward the door as he heard his new neighbor arrive him. "He seems to be in a bad mood..." He said before getting up and sort of limping to the window to peek out at his new neighbor. 'Hmm ....cute..' He shook his head and snickered before he moved from the door and over to a case on the couch. He took out his electric guitar and started to tune it.

(His guitar)

Cadence shakes out his hair, while getting back up. He takes off his jacket and stretches. He stops mid-stretch, however, when he hears the telltale sound of a guitar being tuned. He'd know that sound anywhere. He raises an eyebrow towards the ceiling. "How to approach this. I don't need a fight with Viktor. But...he doesn't want anything to do with me or the band. I supposed I'll go be social. See if the guy or girl will recognize me." He mutters this all to himself, while pacing.

After grabbing his cloak again, he heads next door and knocks on the door. He pulls the ponytail out of his hair as he waits, due to that being the way he looks on stage.

Dalton tuned on word and stopped hearing the knocking and he blinked before he put the guitar back in its case. He got up and limped to the door and looked threw the peep hole. 'Heh I see he came for a visit..' He thought as he unlocked and opened his door. "Yes?" He asked softly as he scanned him up and down. "was my guitar to loud for you?" He asked just trying to be polite.

Dalton had play for years and he hoped this guy was not going to give bull about his playing or the noise though he seemed to be around his age. Maybe he was just saying welcome then again..he did not seem to be the greeting type. Dalton waited for the answer to his question as he scanned Cadence on word.

Cadence shakes his head. "Nah not at all. I was just curious. I'm Cadence, by the way. Cadence Kyrell." He watches to see if there's an recognition in the boy's eyes when he said his name. His band, Shattered Emerald, is fairly popular, but they weren't as big as say, Lady Gaga. He fiddles with his hair absently, planning how he's going to ask. He doesn't want to be too blunt, but on the other hand, he is blunt and being subtle is difficult.

Dalton nodded and smiled a soft smile. He was about 5'9 and his hair came to his ears with green eyes watching his every move. "You're name sounds familiar...are you the singer of Shattered Emerald?" Dalton asked as he shoved his hands in his jacket pocket. "Or am I mistaken? if so sorry to hear about your last guitarist." He said bowing his head with respect. Cadence was cute and he seemed to be shy seeing as he was fiddling with his hair.

Dalton was not a guitarist in any band he normally just filled in and covered for any one else. He did not make his own music he just played in cover bands singing and playing until he moved he still does but it was starting to bore him now a days. "My name is Dalton Smith by the way and yeah Smith I know so common" He said with a snicker. Dalton was a cocky male with a small sense of humor he would try his best to make you laugh but truth be told he was not really that funny.

"Indeed I am. And don't be sorry. The prick made his own choice," He waves a hand, grinning. "At least someone recognized it. Most people take longer. Or they ask if I'm in Viktor's band." He shrugs, rolling his eyes. "How long have you been playing guitar?" He asks suddenly.

Dalton smiled and shrugged. "I have been playing for five years" He said as he leaned in the door way. "Ahh what happend?" He asked wondering why Viktor would have gotten what he deserved. "Was it bad?" He was now asking questions of his own. Dalton looked at the time over his shoulder and muttered. "You would not by any chance have something to eat I just moved in and have not really been able to get food" He said sighing some. "I will pay you back when I get the chance to do so" Dalton said rubbing the back of his head.

"Viktor and I had a fight, over a stupid guy. He got over defensive and hit me. Then said he wanted nothing to do with me, or the band." He then digs in his pocket and holds out a twenty. "Don't worry about paying me back, it's change for me right now." He shrugs, fiddling with his hair a bit, trying to fix it. "Would you be willing to be the new guitarist?" he asks, bluntly and suddenly.