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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 2:22 pm
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"Thank you," she said to him as she continued with the eggs before turning the stove on lower power and pouring it into the pan. She then fished out some pancake mix and pieces of bacon, throwing two more pans onto the stove. She got the bacon going before she began to stir up some pancake mix. Before pouring some mix into the pan on the stove, she moved the eggs around a little more. A few minutes later, she had two plates in hand, scrambled eggs, two pancakes, and a few strips of bacon on each.
"Well, it's not that money and fame is hugely important, but money would be nice to have to go out more..." she said with an innocent look on her face as she set the to plates down at the table. MIkaela had not seen the man come in and out of their home, and commenced in getting herself a cup of orange juice also. "Anyways, I don't think we have any plans," she said as she fished out a couple forks and knives. "Why, do you have any big plans?" she asked him curiously as she sat down in her chair and began to eat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:52 pm
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(( Sorry it's so long - just catching up on things! I didn't want to post until I knew what exactly was going on... )) Baby, You'll Be Famous I'll Chase You Down Until You Love Me...
"Is she asleep?..."
"Looks like it. It was only a matter of time after the state she arrived in."
"Hey, the girl likes to party. I'm on her side."
"Here: put this blanket over her. It's not exactly warm in this flat at night."
"You can say that again."
"Yeah... Well, now that we haven't got anyone to entertain, I think I might fall into bed myself. Driving across Tokyo sure does beat the hell out of you. Listen, don't wake her up if you go out for munchies again, mmkay?"
"Sure, whatever."
"And if Mitch comes back, wake me up. And remember to apologize."
"Right."
"And if Mikaela-"
"Violet, will you just go to bed already?!"
"I'm going, I'm going... See you tomorrow, Meek."
"Night, Vi. Sweet dreams."
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Outside, the sun was rising with a effervescent brilliance. Somewhere in the centre of Tokyo, the various members of the other bands promoted under the Little Fish Records Company were slowly waking, sleepily motioning through their morning routines; however, there was no such happenings in the tiny flat that the members of Liquid Decline inhabited. A heavy, peaceful silence was settled in the air, broken only by the smallest snores filtering from the open bedroom door. Without making a sound, a girl with shimmering blonde hair placed a neatly written note on the tattered sofa and crept quietly out of the flat.
Eventually, the quiet was broken by the shrill buzz of an alarm clock echoing from a closed door. Beyond it was a tiny room, large enough only for a camp-bed and an end table. There was a tiny moan, and a pale slender arm slid out from a tangled mound of blankets and clumsily felt its way around the screeching clock before finding a red button and pushing it firmly down. As the alarm halted, the faded blankets squirmed and shivered for a moment before falling apart to reveal a decidedly exhausted Violet, her hair a twisted mess of black. Yawning quietly, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and pried herself from her nest of fabric to shuffle to the edge of her bed.
Using her spare hand to twist the doorknob, Violet squinted out into the sitting room, the glowing sunlight blinding her view. It was empty - the tipsy girl who had dropped by last night seemed to have taken her leave. However, it was painfully obvious that her flatmate, Mika, was still present; quite aside from the gentle snorts, there was a trail of abandoned biscuit cumbs leading to the door of the bedroom her male bandmates shared. Sighing hopelessly, Violet lifted herself from her bed and padded slowly across to the sofa.
"Honestly..."
Being the only female member of an all-male band, Violet had insisted upon owning a space of her own from the moment they had moved into their flat. She had been a very private person all her life, and it was not as if she didn't trust her friends; it was that she felt an unquestionable need to have a place to escape to when she grew tired of having company. Of course, Mika's company alone was often enough to make her contemplate emigrating. While the boys shared the bedroom, Violet had crammed herself and everything she owned into a reasonably-sized cupboard, and it still remained a sanctuary for her when she felt she needed some peace and quiet.
As she threw herself onto the sofa, Violet noticed a tiny square of paper perched neatly on the cushion next to her. Examining it curiously, she smiled as her eyes skimmed the scribbled handwriting of Mikaela, the girl who had visited them.
Anyways, come knock on the door whenever!
Thoughtfully, Violet laid the note back onto the sofa, her thoughts now barely interrupted by Mika's snores. Mitch hadn't returned; his bass guitar still lay untouched next to the window where he had left it. There was always the possibility that he really had left the band for good; although Violet kept repeating this possibility to Mika whenever she felt he had crossed a line, she never really believed it would happen...
But then, it seemed unlikely for him to leave his possessions behind, particularly his bass. He knew better than to leave it where Mika could get his hands on it.
Suddenly, another thought struck Violet, and she felt her chest seize up in panic: they were holding an audition that afternoon. Dissapearing into the sunset for a once-in-a-lifetime meeting in Itabishi without Mitch was one thing; meeting what could potentially be their newest band member without Mitch was unforgivable. Leaping up from the sofa, Violet raced over to the still-packed bags and pawed through them frantically. Eventually, her hand closed around a small rectangle, and she triumphantly brought out her mobile phone.
"Mika! Wake up, we've got an audition today!" Violet called, bursting into the bedroom and hastily trying to connect her mobile to her charger.
"Mmmff..."
"Mika! Audition!"
"Yeah, I heard you the first time," Mika muttered, his voice muffled from beneath his pillow.
The tiny screen of the phone glowed brightly as it powered up. Violet punched in Mitch's number and waited, biting her lip nervously as the caller trilled tunelessly.
"Come on, Mitch, please pick up..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:46 pm
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Asch's pen slowed and eventually stopped. He had transferred all of his thoughts onto paper and then transformed them into music. He now had two half finished songs, but nothing else was coming to him so he decided to take a break. Walking out of the recording room Asch stretched and let out a moan. He was still wearing the clothes he slept in, just a pair of boxers. He returned to his room and made his bed, then he went and took a shower. After that he ate a bowl a cereal and left his home.
Asch didn't have much planned for today, but he figured he should stop in at Apollo and see how everything is going. He would make note of what bands he liked and then decide which ones he thought were ready and which ones still needed to improve before they could play at his event. The event was only a couple of months away but there was still a lot of work to do. The event, as of now, is going to last a week, have shows playing from ten am to two am every day, consist of five stages, over 250 bands, and will be able to hold almost a million people. So far only one hundred bands have been booked and only two hundred thousand tickets have been sold. But, Asch's spirit is broken yet. He is in contact with quite a few overseas bands and if he can get a couple big name bands he is sure ticket sales will skyrocket. Right now, he is desperately searching Japan for bands that meet his high standards.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:20 pm
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