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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 22:06:57 GMT
| [attr="class","humpty"]Viola lingered behind after practice. She was always a little slow to get her things together, be it her music sheets, or the amount of snacks she would bring with her to each session; that, and the fact she was never really in a rush to go anywhere. Being still fairly new to the island, Viola hadn't made friends to spend time with. It wasn't something she'd end up getting depressed over though. Walking over to the corner of the room, she picked up her big coat and slid it on, left arm, right arm, and then began to dig in her pockets to make sure her keys were still there. Being overflowed however, meant that some bits and bobs flew up in the air and glided a little, before dropping on the floor. |
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Nov 20, 2013 7:07:30 GMT
Rowan too lingered after practice. She wasn't slow to collect herself or anything, Carly, her 1954 Indian motorcycle was having engine trouble. While she could fix her herself, Rowan's mother wanted to do it. So she left it out her old lady's shop. She had to wait a hour or two longer to pick her up. She supposed her mother would call her when she was ready for pick up. Rowan had grown accustom to seeing newcomers to the band come and go, so she made it a habit of trying not to grow attached to them. It didn't mean she had to be rude though, on the contrary, she thought she was rather nice, especially when she bent over to pick up Viola's things. She was noisy though, noisy enough to smooth out and read a crumpled up piece of paper. She recognized the number instantly, Rowan had a habit of memorizing numbers rather than letting her phone do it for her. "This is Lance's number," she straightened herself up and handed Viola's things back to her. "So Viola, have you met Lance Davidson?" Come to think of it, Lance had mentioned meeting some other band members besides her and Salem. @viola
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 22:04:39 GMT
Viola didn't even realise she had dropped things from her pocket, but when she did, she turned a little frantically, ashamed that Rowan had to tidy up after her like a little kid. In fact, she didn't even realise Rowan hadn't left yet, along with the others. Just as she was about to apologise though, flailing her hands around, not sure what to do, she stopped, blinked, and stared at Rowan for a moment, until the question sunk in. "Um... uh... Yeah, I met a guy one night when I was lost trying to get back here." She laughed nervously. "I forgot about him actually. You know him?" Viola tilted her head innocently, not quite sure what to say. ROWAN HOUSE |
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Dec 30, 2013 18:35:39 GMT
"Yeah, I've known him a long time." She stretched her arms above her head as she thought about how to explain the situation to Viola. "Lance, Salem, and I all went to high school together."
"He's a founding member of the band, seems like everyone is meeting everyone here in the Nova, huh?" The newbies have already met him, lucky them. Rowan's sure he made some kind of impression and perhaps not much of a memorable one on 'em.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 12:02:32 GMT
"H-Huh..." Viola blinked, eyes shying away from Rowan and to her own fingers. "I... didn't know that. I didn't know anything about the band, you know... I didn't even expect to get into the industry this way." Viola laughed nervously. To be honest, she didn't even know what to expect - be a soloist, with a band behind her? Or be a part of a new band formed by a company? Alas, she always thought this band was formed by the company, but her ignorance certainly paid off. "Um... I don't think he knew who I was though. If he did, would he ask me to sleep with him? I imagine he wouldn't really... like me that much." Viola sounded sad. She was; although some part of her knew little groups that formed bands, that somehow managed to gain record labels had their chances of sticking together drift away as soon as fame touched their lips. "You were all close... right? I feel a bit bad." ROWAN HOUSE |
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Post by ROWAN HOUSE on Jan 30, 2014 11:50:52 GMT
"No one does expect to be just plucked and thrown into some.. some broken band really." That's how she put it. They were broken, everyone seemed out for themselves and the more days that went by the more this felt like a competition.
She shrugged. "Lance has always been thinking with his dick. But no, he probably wouldn't have. He's a little mad at Salem and I, well, more Salem." Rowan was sure over the years he did, in fact, from some resentment towards her. But maybe meeting him again, and showing him that she practically hadn't changed at all might have resolved some it. "Lance told him he socked Salem in the face last time he saw him, so we do have.. some issues."
"Sit, I'll tell you a bit about the band freshmeat." Rowan took herself a seat, sat much like a man, and patted the chair next to her. "Yeah we were all really close back then. We were much younger too, a lot less, well, experienced with how the world works."
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