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Post by Fagan Lay on Jul 16, 2011 23:31:59 GMT -5
Fagan sat on the floor, her back again the wall. A Remo practice pad sat on the floor in front of her. She crossed her legs, leaning forward slightly to play. She held thick, white sticks in her hands, traditional grip. She was trying to come up with a new cadence for the drumline; and currently working on the snare part.
Fagan was waiting for the other people to arrive. She posted a poster up about a week ago, calling for musicians. People had quickly responded, and now she was waiting for them to arrive. She wasn't sure who was coming; she only knew for sure about Blaise. Everyone else was a bit of a mystery to her. She had collected the names of those who had signed up, and sent out the information for meeting.
Her head nodded as she drummed, her eyes closing while she memorized the stickings. Music was her passion, and she hoped silently that she wouldn't drive the others to madness with her obsession. She couldn't help it, her father created music! Maybe if there were other demi-gods they'd understand. She hoped there would be other demi-gods. Regular kids would be cool, but it'd be nice to have some she wouldn't have to lie to. It'd be great to be in a band though; she hoped it'd be fun. For everyone. Maybe they'd even make it big.. Who knows!
Her mind started to go blank. Drumming did that. A lot. She was soon in a trance like state; staring off into the distance, her head nodding to the beat, her hands locked into a sixteen note pattern with legato strokes. Accent on the down beat. Double stroke on two and four. Rim shot on the an of one and three. She kept going, drifting farther and farther into her own little world. She didn't even hear the voices or foot steps of someone coming into the music room.
words ;; 1762 tag ;; cheyenne angelo, hayley fox, abby maine, blaise doyle, skylar raven outfit ;; blue&yellownotes ;; not great, but i'm tiredd. sorry. |
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jul 17, 2011 0:01:06 GMT -5
Blaise walked to the music room with her Gibson guitar slung over her shoulder. She never carried it in a case, no need to she usually played it if she was lugging it somewhere. As she got closer to the music room she could hear someone in there practicing already.
She noticed Fagan sitting there playing her on her practice pad lost in the music. "Hey Fagan. Whats up?" She walked closer to her trying to get her attention. She was obviously lost in the music, Blaise could understand how she felt. Usually when she played she got caught up in the moment as well. She sat down next to Fagan hoping that she noticed her sit down so she didn't startle her.
Her guitar was now in her lap and she started to play. Nothing really particular just random notes, something to entertain herself. It has been a week or so since she had picked her guitar up so she needed to tune it badly. She carefully plucked each string and turned the tuning pegs. Blaise continued this until she got the guitar to sound close to perfect.
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Post by Cheyenne Angelo on Jul 17, 2011 1:20:55 GMT -5
• • • • • This whole starting a band thing was the most exciting thing in Cheyenne's life since the "Chill Club." She had seen the flyer posted on the halls of the art building by the music room and she practically jumped and ripped the paper off the wall. Actually, that's exactly what she was doing. She was interested in becoming lead vocals, back up, or lead guitar. Really, she was happy doing whatever. She was just thrilled to be a part of something with people who appreciated music just like her.
Cheyenne walked down the hall to the music room and wondered who the other people would be. All she knew was that some girl named Fagan was starting the band and Chey already decided that she liked the girl. One, her name was awesome. Two, she started this whole band because she obviously had a deep passion for music. She just hoped that everyone else in the band wouldn't mind her personality and the fact that she was high 70% of the time.
Chey skipped into the music room, swinging her guitar in it's case back and forth. There were only two other girls in the room and they seemed to be totally engrossed in what they were doing. Chey pressed her lips then took her guitar out. She had brought her acoustic not knowing what genre the band would fall under and assumed an acoustic would be safe for the time being. She plopped herself down on the floor along with her guitar and warmed up. She hummed a couple of notes as she strummed.
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Note: sorry for the crap post! D:
Outfit: school spirit
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Post by Abigail "Abby" Maine on Jul 17, 2011 11:45:08 GMT -5
Abby was the singer of a band. Her dream, I mean she loves to sing. The band was all girls, which made it more comfortable. The only two boys she wouldn't mind being in here with her was Dustin, which actually did play guitar, but not really in public and Callix, but she was little awkward around him. All people are around their crushes. She had just got a message on her phone about a meeting, it was from a girl called Fagan, that was different, she liked different. She said the people there were Cheyenne, Fagan, Abby, Rebecca and Blaise. Well Blaise was kinda a guy name, but not really cause she was told it was all girls, so it doesnt matter. She walked down the hallway to get to the club room. She was in the hall of the clubs, she saw "Chill Club" and some other clubs she couldn't make the out the names. Then she saw the music room. Thats where the meeting was. She breathed in and opened the door. She saw one girl with black hair, one red head and a brownie (brown haired). "Hi, I'm Abby" She put her mini-book bag on the ground and pulled her microphone. It was blue with her name "Abby" in white. Her two favorite colors. He plugged it in and sat down. |
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jul 22, 2011 12:58:47 GMT -5
Fagan was snapped out of her trance by a familiar voice. She looked over to see Blaise sitting next to her, guitar in hand. She smiled, and gave a little chuckle.
Sorry, hahh. I get lost sometimes when I drum.
[/color] Two other girls soon arrived. One looked around her age, and the other just a little younger. The younger girl introduced herself as Abby. She was the singer. The older girl had a guitar in hand; she was her lead and that meant her name was Cheyenne. Hey,[/color] Fagan said, standing up. Her sticks were both now in her left hand, and she raised her right in greeting. I'm Fagan; I'll be your drummer,[/color] she said with a bright smile. So there were two guitars, and a singer. That mean that two people were still on their way; hopefully. The bassist and the keyboards. Fagan hadn't expected to get keys so soon, but she was happy all the same. We're just waiting for a couple more people, but since we're all here we can start talking a little.[/color] She sat back down against the wall, picking up a long roll on her drum pad. So, what's up?[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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notes ;; um, well, til the other two show up i guess we can start. no sense in letting this sit here.
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Post by Hayley Fox on Jul 22, 2011 20:47:38 GMT -5
Singing up for a band was just what the doctor ordered for a feisty Hayley Fox, who needed something to do with her free time. When she saw the sign-up sheet posted in her homeroom class, she raided the pockets of her bag until she found a pen that wasn't chewed to shreds or low on ink. She wasn't a singer, never touched the drums, and couldn't strum a guitar to save her life. That left the keyboards, which she had taken a liking to ever since she was old enough to walk. "All right Squirt, wish me luck." She gave her cat a quick pat, slipping on her tennis shoes and reaching for the car keys on the key rack as she stumbled out the door. Hayley shut the door behind her, locking the door and dashing down the stairs as the minutes flew past her. She was awful about being anywhere on time, and this band meeting was no exception. Luckily for her, it was a short walk to the campus and as soon as she hit the hallway, it was a short sprint to the band room.
Hayley had never met any of these people before, but she recognized a few of their faces. She'd seen some of them around the campus, but never spoke to any of them. "Hey guys, I'm Hayley. I signed up for the keyboards." Well, so they probably already knew that...but it seemed like a decent ice breaker.
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Post by Blaise Doyle on Jul 23, 2011 1:07:40 GMT -5
Blaise sat there on the ground strumming her guitar when some of the girls came in. She set her guitar on the ground next to her and stood up to greet them. "Hey I'm Blaise" She didn't know who the other girls were and she couldn't recall seeing them around campus before.
She was excited to start practicing and finding out what kind of music that they would be doing. It has been so long since she played in a band. Plus she hasn't played in a band with people that didn't have Irish accents so it was kind of awkward for her. She never really realized how weird it was hearing their accents all day.
"How are you guys?" She sat back down next to her guitar and lit up a cigarette. Blaise had a wide smile on her face and was raging with anticipation. She couldn't wait to get to know the other girls.
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