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Plot: The lead singer of a famous band has just lost his best friend, and his keyboard player. While mourning the loss, he is forced to look for a quick replacement for his fallen friend. While drowning his misery in alcohol in a local bar, he becomes entranced by the piano player there and eventually invites him into his band as the keyboardist, and something more, possibly...

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Name: Altáriel Azazel
Age: Appears nineteen
Appearance:

Name: Blake Ashling

Age: Eighteen

Appearance:

(Yay! You're on! :D)

Altáriel sighed, walking down the street. He just wasn't having a good week. He'd lost his keyboardist, who was also his best friend. Altáriel was the lead singer of the band Crimson Dagger or C.D. for sort. He noticed a few girls staring at him, then again, he stood out a bit, with his red hair and one white streak. He glanced up when he saw a bar, and ducked inside.

He sat down heavily at the bar and ordered a drink, glancing around. He perked up when his eyes fell upon the pianist, who seemed to be settling down to preform. Altáriel had to blink a few times to break himself out of his shock.

The boy looked so similar to his friend...It was a little scary. He kept his eyes locked on the pianist and took a sip of his drink when it was set down in front of him.

Blake wasn't in the best shape to be playing tonight. It was obvious, even to someone who wasn't paying close attention, that he was feeling ill. He sniffed and coughed a few times before he settled down into his seat before the piano. He cracked his fingers, closing and opening his eyes quickly, and then leaned forward. His fingers began to move...

...and he started to play. There was no sheet music. He was playing a difficult song written by Chopin...and he didn't need sheet music for it...

In truth, it was one of his favorite songs.

Altáriel stared at the boy, his jaw dropping. He knew the song instantly. It was a difficult song with sheet music, let alone without. Part of him was worried about the sickness. Surely he shouldn't be on stage if he was sick?

The boy was obviously talented, though. Maybe he could convince the boy to play with his band...It'd make Altáriel's life easier. He decided to talk to the boy when he was done playing.

He ordered another drink while waiting, this one non-alcoholic. No use getting plastered before he talked to the kid... He sipped at it thoughtfully, trying to figure out what he was going to say. And how the rest of the band was gonna react...

(Hey. You. Are we splitting the band or ignoring them? XD)