Originally, I had a couple people I was supposed to do this Rp with, but they all seemed to have left out on it D;

It is about an average teenage girl who falls in love with a famous musician.  Despite the fact she knows she has no chance, she scrounges up the money to buy a ticket to the next show.  They meet in some event (To be determined), and we'll improvise after that.  It can easily be modified to include a few more people if there is more interest in this, I can just Rp more band members.

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 The lights flash on with a bang and tension can be felt thickening on stage.  Instruments glisten and the band is illuminated, each member young and full of energy, despite being a bit stiff due to nerves.

((Coolio ^.^  I don't need the drummer unless more peeps join, but I'm glad you aren't just here to dump a million female charras on me XD

I need one female to buy a ticket for now, but if another joins wanting a female, you can be the drummer.  Or...  What about a female drummer?  What a twist!  Of course, then we'd need a male to buy a ticket or something.  Ah, I'm making this complicated ;P))

OOC:
I'm sooo sorry!
It's not that I left you I promise!
I guess I forgot to warn you that I was on vacation.
I thought I could go on during vacation, but there was no internet where I was staying D:
I'm sorrry DD:
Would it be alright if I still did the rp with you?
I won't leave again DDD:
SORRY D:
I really wanted to do this rp, that's why I'm like apologizing alot D:
HAHAHA D:

((Aww D;  I understand.  I just thought you'd forgotten about this.  Seems like Shaste may have forgotten at this point.  I'll still do it with you, sorry 'bout your lack of internet.

Whenever you're ready, you can post your bio ^.^  In the event that Shaste returns, we can work her in here somewhere.)) 

OOC:
YAYY <3
 So were not going to use the other thread? Because I replied on that one too. But I didn't put anything important ahaha. I just said "I'll do my bio's after I find all my other rp's"

hahahaa :D

((I accept anime pictures/ drawings, not photos.  I just don't want be people's actual photos plastered on an Rp board.

And yes, you may Rp it out.

As for location, its just a small city, we'll leave it at that.  And its December, so the weather is cold.  But school shall not be included.  Makes things complicated ^.^))

OOC:
Alright. :D Sorry I left right after I posted that ^^ But I'm back :D
What should the band be called? I need to know for my idea on how to start my intro haha
-_-

((Uh...  *Uses word generator*

Treason...

Wheeling...  O_o

Psychoanalysis...  What?

Aspirin XD

Pessimist...  Hrm.

I was thinking 'Relapse', but do you have any ideas?))

OOC:
:O What's a word generator? DDDDDD: !!!!!!
Anyways, Relapse is good! :D
OH, and you don't have to roleplay the part on the television, when the host says 'Here comes the lead siger' blah blah blah. I was trying to just conclude it so I can get to my charactar haha. :D Sorry if it sounds like godmodding. I promise you I don't do that. After I reread the post, I was thinking it felt that way. But at the same time, its not... DDD: !!!
BIC:
"You probably already heard, folks. Relapse is almost sold out! Before it's too late, get yourself the last tickets, or you'll regret it! Now here comes the lead singer, we call Storm..."

Unblinkingly, Nikki stared at the television screen, first happy that winter break just started, but now drowned to a depression because she wasn't able to go to the concert that was coming up, just around the block. She had some ideas on how to sneak in from the back, but she was too much of a goody two shoes to do it without feeling convicted. She's been to the stadium before, but it was only because the stadium was outside, and she had to drive by it to get to school. She listened as the host interviewed her favorite singer in the band, Relapse. She couldn't help but smile stupidly at the television screen as Storm answered questions from the audience.

"Are you going to stare at that TV all day?" She heard her mothers voice come from the kitchen. She was making dinner - chicken tenders with a salad. Oddly enough, Nikki loved salad. "Your father's almost home, why don't you come in the kitchen and set the table?" And, with one last passing glance at the television, she unwillingly pressed the 'OFF' button and walked to the kitchen. 

While setting the table with forks, knives, plates, and anything else the family of 4 needed (I'm going to make her have a brother... :))) ), Nikki asked, hoping to get a postive answer,
"So, mom... What do you think of the band - Relapse?" Nikki noticed how her mother's brow furrowed, as she said,
"I've heard of them, but I personally don't find them very entertaining. Have you heard of that lead singer - Rain, or something? Can't he wear something more then just black? And, he wears eyeliner! It's revolting." Immediately, Nikki corrected her.
"It's storm, mom. Storm. And, alot of singers wear eyeliner..." Her mother rolled her eyes, and was about to say more when Nikki's father walked through the door. They said their greetings, and finally Josh, Nikki's 13 year old brother, walked downstairs. They said grace and ate their dinner, while having small talk, though Nikki wasn't apart of the conversations. She was too busy planning idea's on how to get the money for that concert.

I could always wash cars.. She thought while taking a bite of her delicious salad. But I might not get enough money in time... Maybe dog walking? No. I hate dogs. Or any animals for that matter... How about babysitting? Nah. I don't have the patience. Of course, she had those excuses for not doing it, but when she thought about meeting Storm, all those excuses faded away. While she was deciding on which 2 out of those 3 ideas to do, she heard her name called from her father.

"Nikki? Is something wrong? You haven't talked much during dinner." Nikki looked up at her fathers eyes. She got her looks from him. The rubyish eyes, and bright red hair. Sometimes it was embarressing to her, since her new friends always said they can 'see her from miles away with all that red'. She wasn't the type to like the attention, so such loud features weren't the most appealing for her.

"Actually dad. Nothing's wrong, but I do have something to ask." Nikki said her second sentence like a question. "I... I'd like to go to the Relapse concert, but I don't think with dogwalking, and babysitting (which were the two ideas she chose to do.) will get me enough money. Jenna and Lizzy's parents gave them money, and I really want to go to this concert." She swallowed, knowing very well that they weren't going to help. Her parents were in a load of debt, and the last thing they needed was pay even more for a concert. Even if it was for their daughter. "Please? Will..Will you help me with the money? I'm not asking for much... I'll still find some kind of job, but maybe a couple hundred dollars from you guys-"
Her mother shook her head, and interrupted her,
"I told you I don't even like that band. No. Were not helping, and your not going." Steam rose up Nikki's body as she jumped out of her chair. If she wasn't boiling with jealousy, she might have cared more about the fact that the chair hit against the wall, probably ruining the nice bright yellow paint. "So, you let Josh go to that one concert in Australia, but now that I want to go to one, you won't let me?" You could hear the faintest of her Australian accent coming from her lips. She usually talks with no accent, wanting to just blend in. But, if she's not worrying about the accent, it slips out.

"This is not about Josh, or the band, or even you. It's the money. We used to have no debts at all, when your brother asked to go. Now were overflowed with debt, we can't even have a simple vacation in the summer!" Her father explained, but before he could keep going, Nikki's mother stepped in.
"How dare you use that tone of voice!" She screamed angerily. "Go to your room!"
"But -" Nikki started, hoping to explain - and then apologize of course- but her mother stopped her.
"GO!"

And with that, Nikki ran to her room. She refused to cry, until she was up the stairs, down the hall, passed 2 doors on her right - The first one the bathroom, the second one Josh's bedroom -  to her bedroom, which was the third door on her left, door locked once inside, and herself on her bed. Then, she cried. Her mother never yelled at her like that before, but of course, Nikki never yelled at them before. It was a two way street then. But, it really wasn't fair! The one thing she desired was to meet Storm.

And, whether her parents knew or not, she was going to.

OOC:
Sorry this took so long. I was really getting into it ... :DDDD

((Self explanatory.  It generates random words.  Strange and useless ones, usually XD  And I take forever to post myself, so no worries.))

"Could you have made him look any more girlish?"  A blonde- haired figure with narrow and upward slanted sapphire eyes entered the scene, ready to critique the work of the guitarist, better known as 'Skunk', for the bold white streaks in his smooth black hair.

"And you think you could do better?"  With much sass and spice Skunk replied, displaying a snappy tilt of the head.

"Let me see, let me see!"  Storm chimed, twiddling his thumbs nervously.  He often took on the role of a model for make- up and hair experimentation.

"I bet he likes it."  Skunk flashed a proud smirk, shuffling about the counter for a mirror.

"I bet he doesn't"  The blondie- nicknamed 'Dodger'- shot a startling glare.

Mirror in hand, Storm examined himself.  Purple contacts twinkled magically, thick eyeliner with artsy patterns accentuated his eyes even more, and his skin was dusted with a light powder, making him resemble a porcelain doll.  His bangs had been straightened neatly, and his cheeks had been applied a light la
yer of blush.

Even for Storm it was a bit much, but he couldn't say he didn't like it.  Especially after all the hard work put into it.  Besides, it did make his features pop.  "I look cute."  He widened his eyes in a way only Storm could.

"Told you."

Meanwhile, the drummer- 'Flare', as he was called- was being a backseat driver up front with the manager, who looked as though he was about to explode in frustration.

"Speed limit is fifty."  One complaint.  "You're over the line."  After another.  "Let off the gas, you're right on their bumper."

"Kid..."  The angered manager gritted his slightly yellowed teeth.  "Why don't you go and bother someone else?"

"Fine...  But this is a no passing zone."

"GO!"

Together, the group crammed themselves on the small couch located in the back room of the bus.  They were all intently gazing into the television, Storm still caked in make- up.  Their own interview on the news held their attention well.  Flare had to squish himself into the tiniest crevice, the rest of the band like zombies, almost unaware he'd just arrived.

When it was over, the lot of them stared Storm down in silence, making him jitter anxiously.

"You really do know how to hog the attention."  One member commented, clicking off the widescreen.

A look outside the window told that night was approaching, the sun shivering back behind the horizon so the moon could take spotlight.  It was time for bed on this tour bus, for everyone except the manager and a certain drummer, who'd reclaimed his place at the front of the bus.

"Highbeams on."  And once again the driver was steaming.

Storm claimed his rightful place on the top bunk after his face was clean, Skunk on the bottom.  Dodger was already snoring on the couch.  One angry voice could be heard in the near distance, followed by some unnecessary advice.

"Good luck with the concert, Storm."  Those two had always been the closest pair.  "You too."  And those final words of hope led to a peaceful slumber and a smooth ride. 

((Sorry its so broken up DX  I have a tendancy to do that.)) 

OOC:
OMG, I don't think you realized how much that post made my day .
'High beams on' LOL! I was cracking up, literally... :DDD WOW...The drummer is my knew favorite...
And, honestly, this first paragraph, I  find makes NO sense, but who cares. :D I mean, when does it happen that you can go on google and find a 'list of people who need dog walkers/ babysitters around your neighborhood' lol. But I couldn't think of another way to start my post, so...yeah :D
BIC:
When it was about midnight in the Smith house, everyone was asleep. Except for Nikki. She faked sleep when her mother sneaked in to see if she was awake, so they could talk more rationally about their conversation at dinner, but she found Nikki already asleep. When Nikki was positive that everyone was sound sleep she went to the computer at her desk and went on www.google.com . There, she looked up people in her nieghborhood that needed babysitters or dog walkers. BINGO. She found exactly what she needed.

After a few calls the next morning, Nikki was ready for business - or more importantly - ready for the money to see Storm in concert. Thankfully, both her parents were at work, so she wouldn't have to worry about how to lie her way around what she was doing. "Josh! If mom calls, tell her I'm out!" She screamed, not waiting for a reply before shutting the front door and starting her babysitting and dog walking.

~TIME SKIP FOR ME!~

The whole day went by in a miserable blur. The dogs she had to walk in the morning kept running away, and she ended up running 5 blocks to get two of them, while thankfully her 4 other dogs stayed put. Or in other words, she tied them very tightly to a pole, so tight that people thought she was torturing the mangy muts.
Oh, how she hated animals.
Then, her patience was wary as she babysat a little kid that kept crying for his mother to be back home. Finally, after that crybaby, she was incharge of 3 more kids at a different house.
But, it was all worth it, because she had enough money to go to the concert tomarrow night. Happily, she went to the mall, and bought one of the last tickets for Relapse, thanking God they weren't sold out yet.
Now all she had to worry about was how to get passed her parents tomarrow night. But the second she started worrying about that thought, the worry immediately vanished, because she had a simple, easy, yet brilliant plan.

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"Josh! Nikki! I'm home!" Nikki heard her mother scream through the front door, while she relaxed on her bed, still exhausted from the days work. Nikki ran down the steps and came to her mother as she was putting grocery's away.

"Hey mom. I was wondering if tomarrow night, I could go to Jenna's house?" She asked, innocently. She hated lieing to her mother, but she had too. If she wasn't so judgemental, maybe it wouldn't have to be this way.

"Oh, sure honey." Her mother said. Elated, Nikki smiled and ran back upstairs, trying to hide her excitement for tomarrow but it was just to hard not to jump around her room singing one of Relapse's songs.

((Aww, thanks ^.^  Glad it made you happy.

I use Google for everything.  Love how you even put a link ;D 

And of course not, Shaste.  Go ahead and join, though I already have the band members established and named.  Would you be alright playing someone who bought a ticket?))

Storm shuffled awake, glancing about.  He'd slept so late, it had to be at least noon, if not later.  He needed the rest, however, for all this energy would be depleted tomorrow night.  By the feel of it, they were either at a red light or parked.  A quick peek out the window verified that they were indeed parked, probably so the manager could take a break from driving.

...No, wait, were they already at the stadium?!  They weren't supposed to have arrived until the next morning.  Making a dash for the main stretch of the bus, he stumbled through the beaded door to see the band all settled at the large booth set into the corner of the wall, enjoying a hearty lunch.

"How'd you get here so quickly?"  The perplexed singer asked, eyes shifting to the middle- aged manager.  He simply showed a toothy smirk, his hippie- style shades glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

"He decided that after I fell asleep-"  The crimson- haired drummer started "He could resort to reckless and irresponsible driving.  He's just lucky the police weren't around."  Crossed arms and a pouty ex
pression was the pose of choice for Flare.

"You really were tired.  Its two in the afternoon."  The guitarist stated with a warm grin.  "Here, there's still some Macaroni.  Eat up."  A plate was handed to Storm, who helped himself to a moderate portion, settling in next to Skunk.  He was like that big brother he couldn't have.

Dodger was fairly quiet, except for the fact he was chewing with his mouth open.  They'd all gotten used to that by now, as it was a habit that couldn't be broken.  Yeah, it was annoying- and gross- but he did have amazing talent with a bass, and that did more than make up for it.

Lunch was over, and the dishes were all clean and where they belonged.  Time to set up equipment and lights.  Storm attempted to lift the largest amp, making it his goal not to seem so weak.  But his struggles were seen by the band, and they let out a simultaneous chuckle.  Storms cheeks flushed a rosey color, and this time not because Skunk had played make- up- artist. 

"Here, you can carry my bass."  Dodger offered, trying to hold back a giggle.  He didn't want the boy to feel bad or useless.

The singer silently took the bass, carrying it into the stadium and placing it onstage.  He also got the priviledge of carrying Skunk's guitar, and a bundle of cables, though he held a somber ex
pression through it all.  While the other members handled the larger equipment, he seated himself on the edge of the stage, kicking his feet whilst lightly singing a chorus line from one of their hit songs.

"Adress this letter to myself, truly meant for someone else..."  Behind him, a guitar sounded loudly, and Skunk handed the boy a microphone with a slight smile.  If the manager asked, it was just a sound test.  They had plenty of time, after all.

The band kicked it for about a half an hour, laughing and having a blast.  The manager was busy readjusting lights, which was harder than you'd think.  He added color to several bulbs, creating a smooth blue hue on stage.

Finally, the musicians settled.  Storm had a chance to look around, amazed by what he saw.  Though smaller than most stadiums he'd played at, this one was surely the most luxurious.  It had a catwalk jutting out from the main part of the stage, allowing for some movement.  There was also a rectangular pedastol area made especially for the drummer, who'd be better seen now.  The structure was open and very welcoming, with high ceilings and dark interiors.  The backstage area was surprisingly large and comfortable, with a lounge just for the band.

But what about outside the building?  He could use some fresh air.  And a nice hot latte, yum.  He didn't want to be mauled by fans, so he wore a long, black, hooded cloak, carefully inserting blue contacts into his eyes.  He didn't wear any make- up, and depite the desire went without jewelry.  He wouldn't be easily recognized now, and he grinned in delight.

Sauntering down the sidewalk, several impressive structures caught his eye.  This place was gorgeous, even more so than his hometown.  He loved the bustle of a rushing city, alight and alive.  It was all so breathtaking.

A cafe down a couple blocks attracted his attention and he entered, the rich brown decor striking him as classy.  He ordered a mocha latte with lots of cream.  The casheir handed him his drink, and the eye contact she held made him nervous, fearing she knew his true identity.  He was off the hook when she simply plastered a cheesy grin across her face, offering a peppy "Enjoy!"

He remained unrecognized as he sat at a plush booth, happily gazing into the froth on top of his steaming drink.  It was in an artistic spiraled pattern, and it tasted as good as it looked.  Satisfied, he licked the creamy substance from his lips, holding a broad grin as he sipped the warm beverage.