Re: Band Smash!

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Shall I start now with them arriving or shall i wait?

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Arriving, whatever, I'm not picky

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Matt: A grin appears on my face as the four of us slowly turn the last bend in the road, our scooters buzzing. A few yards behind us was Alex, driving the lorry with our band logo on the side. I saluted to the crowd outside the entrance of the venue while Alex drove around thd back, and the four of us drove straight into the hall, not even dismounting the scooters. That amazing idea, of course, was mine. (Sorry, had dinner :p )

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(No worries, i just had mine )

Tori: I peered around to the front from the main stage, okay, why were there a team of guys riding on peds to get in here? Seriously that was just selfish! I sighed, the guys went off somewhere to sort out the technical stuff, something that I could never get a grip on; the most complicated thing I knew as men... Okay, that's obviously mush more technical but it sounded cool... Damn me and my head-voice.

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Daz: We went right around to the back, saluting in perfect timing to Marvin, who was currently on one of the stages. He was the organiser of the event. When we reached the back door, a couple of blokes opened them for us, and we arrived out the back at the exact same time as Alex. "Hey." She called casually to us as we slowed down, and she jumped out of the door.

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Tori: Okay, I needed to find Marvin, let him now we were here. I sighed and walked out onto the back door, around a couple of guys, one of them having pick hair for some reason. "Hey, any of you guys seen Marvin yet?" I bit my lip after I spoke.

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Harlie: "Darling, he's in the other room." I perked up, helmet in my arm. "Want me to show you?" I offered. I saw Matt drift over to Alex.

Matt: "Now, about that thing you promised me..." I joked, chuckling.

Alex: I sighed. He could be really annoying and monotonous at times. "Matt, go break your leg, okay? And no, I don't mean good luck by that." I replied, a very casual expression on my face. I was nice to him when he wasn't being a sex-driven idiot. So, not often, really.

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Tori: "Sure," I shrugged, "So, what band are you in then?" I opened the door for him to walk through before me, he would obviously appreciate that.

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Harlie: "Thanks, hun." I smiled at her, walking through. "We're from DEMO." I tell her, throwing my helmet over her head to Daz.

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Tori: "Oh right," I nodded, "You guys have made it through already though, haven't ya?" I walked through after him, flicking my fringe behind my ear after I propped my aviators which I took back off of Digby onto the top of my head so I could see him properly.

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Harlie: "This way, hun." I lead her through a couple of doors, pulling her along by her arm. "I know right?! We played at Wembley last month!" I exclaimed, spotting her sunglasses. "Oh my gosh. I love those! They're so cute! Can I try them on sweetie, please?" I put my hands together, pouting slightly.

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Tori: "Sure," I took them off and handed them over, okay, I officially have unisex glasses, but hey, I loved them. "Hey, Marcus!" I walked over, "When are we taking main stage?" I looked at him.
"A few hours. Ditched the guys? Yeah, the rest are sorting out all of th other things y'know?" he nodded at me.
"Okay, thanks," I smiled, turning back to the guy, Harlie, "Okay, thanks for that."

[KenzieJo]

...hello?

[KenzieJo]

my computer makes me not really able to tell whos on and who isnt

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Ricky: We all helped unload stuff from the RV. We really had to paint something on the side, something about our band rather than the giant brown stripes that covered the outside.

Curtis: "Okay, where do we go with this stuff," I gestured toward the pile of equipment.

Tiff: "There!" I squealed. "Come on!" I grabbed two guitars, a microphone, and a couple symbols. I ran toward the small building with "Diallo" written on the door. Our own buiding, I thought, but wait, we're not even accepted into this competition yet. We'll just have to wait and see... I tucked my hair behind my ear when I reached the door.

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Alex: "Hey, douchebag!" I called to Matt. "Stop gazing at the girls and help me get these inside!" I yelled at him.
Matt: "What is it you want in there?" I asked with a grin, recieving a firm slap. "Fine..." I dragged out the cart (It looked like a huge skateboard, it was just some wood on wheels) and started piling some stuff on there. When it was nearly full, I tried to drag Alex's scooter onto it too, but she looked at me sternly. "Don't you even try, I'll run you over with it." She told me. Oh well.

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Ricky: I followed Tiff over. "Are you going in?" I was so excited, I ran in front of her and pulled open the door. An empty room, light grey walls with a few shelves, wait, there was another door. I opened it to find two beds with another door that was open to a small bathroom. It looked like a hotel room set up. "Who's sharing a bed?" I winked at Tiff, making her giggle.

Curtis: I really didn't want to watch Tiff and Ricky flirt, so I put my stuff down and walked away to a band I saw pulling out a cart. "Hey," I said, "I'm Curtis. i was wondering what that was? It looks handy." I smiled while looking at the cart and then at the people.

Tiff: I slapped Ricky on the shoulder and followed him into the bedroom. We lay on one of the beds together and stared at the ceiling just taking it all in, that we made it through the first round of elemination to get here was amazing, now the second round. Would we make it?

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(they sound a lot like an amazing band I know called The Joy Formidable. They're only small, but look them up! I met the singer! Plus, my mate (WhoIAmTotallyInLoveWith) helps out with the sound checks at a lot of gigs for local bands, so I know a fair bit about that kind of stuff ^.^ )

Harlie: "Hello, my darling bandmates!" I call, walking back out with Tori.
Daz: I laugh at him, though Matt rolls his eyes.
Matt: "No idea what it's called, but it's useful." I smile at him, bending down and running into the hall with it.
Alex: I unload another, trying and failing to get Theo's damn drumkit off. I sighed, putting my hand on my waist. Hopeless.

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(Is Alex a boy or girl? And I love the note "The early bird may get the worm, but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese". That's funny. )

Ricky: I turned over and threw my arm across Tiff's thin stomach. "What now?"

Curtis: I stood there and watched the guy ride off with the cart. I tried to think of how my band could make one. It seemed like a simple project, to build one of those.

Tiff: I drew a line with my navy blue painted fingernail on Ricky's arm. "I don't know." I smiled and turned over, I locked eyes with him.

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Adam: I grin looking at the other three. "We'll get the stuff later, i wanna look around." i spin on my heel, hearing Gerards scoff as he opens the van and begins grabbing stuff. "Come on guys, this is suppose to be fun." I say flourishing my hands about me. Its what we came here for, the contest was just icing on the cake. I head to stand to where i can see everywhere in the lot, i see a few other bands unloading. how droll

Lisey: I grab my mike, a mint green one that was a present from Jon, along with my guitar and viola. I hear Jon mumble about coffee, and stalk off with cup in hand. I grab his guitar as a token of my appreciation, he knew when he came there weren't gonna be a Starbucks on every street, but we all made sacrifices. I look around and spot a pink head, then my eyes fall on a pallet on wheels. "Useful." I mumble turning to Gerard, "Can you go find one of those carts or something, or Adam will never get his drums." I give him a smile as he ducks his head mumbling something and making his way over.

Gerard: I stalk up, fiddling with my scarves wrapped tight around my neck. "S'cuse me." I say, tapping the pink haired boy on the shoulder. "Can you tell me where to get on of those pallets. My friend has more drums than you could name." I say grinning slightly. It was a hobby of Adams to collect as many different drums as possible, and has to take all of them with him. Not that we all don't have a weird instrument or something, Jon loves his accordion to death.

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(haha, thanks ^.^ here's another that is harder to "get." I put a cup of instant coffee in the microwave, and I almost went back in time! Alex, is a girl. her rather lengthy bio is on the 2nd page ^.^ she isn't part of the band, but is their manager. )

Alex: I sigh, clambering up, making sure that my skirt didn't show anything it shouldn't. I was strong for my size, but not very strong compared to anyone else. I tried to drag the whole kit to the entrance of the lorry, and it slowly moved, inch by inch.

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Jon: I mutter a curse under my breath, no coffee in sight. Scanning my surroundings once more i spot a woman struggling with a pallet full of equipment. I frown and walk over to the slowly moving trolly, catching up quickly. "Need some help with that?" I ask, always a gentleman, and there was alot of stuff for just one person to move.

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Ricky: I leaned in and kissed Tiff lightly.

Curtis: Hmm. I walked back to our building.

Tiff: I kissed Ricky back and took one of my hands and put it on his chest. I heard Curtis come in our room.

Curtis: "Ugh! Guys! Why is it every time I walk into a room I see someone making out?!" I walked to the far bed and sat down.

Tiff: "Are you going to leave?" I asked smugly.

Curtis: "No, no I'm not. I'm going to stay."

Tiff: I groaned and looked at Ricky. I pulled away from him and rolled off the bed.

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Alex: I turn around and smile. "That's be great." Matt had probably gone of to get a beer, the slacker. I mean, I'm their manager, not their roadie. I tried to drag the drumkit again, still whole, and moved another few inches.

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Jon: I nod, smiling and going to the other side to push, it moves more easily. "Im Jon by the way." I say, pointing to our van and Lisey, still unloading stuff. "That's my band, or at least part of it." I grin widely at her.

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Alex: "I'm not in a band." I tell him, reaching the end of the lorry, putting it on the little metal elevator thing and stepping on it, pressing a button on the side. "Alex." I tell him.

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