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</div><b><span style="font-size: 26px">Name: Tristan Müller</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Alias: Zodiac Gemini - Castor</span><br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Tris<br/><b>Age: </b>23<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Late Summer - 21.00 - Past Midnight<br/><b>Location: </b>Stuttgart - Germany - Schocken Events Club<br/><b>Mood Music: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F0RoA7ObU6phWpqhlC9zH4Z%3Fsi%3D7bf64152cbb44bf4&amp;hash=611afb85eb2a19bc2baa95c1b4468921" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/0RoA7ObU6phWpqhlC9zH4Z?si=7bf64152cbb44bf4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">A Million Dreams</a><br/>
Direct:</b>Audience, Talent Scout, Katherine, Alley<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a><br/><b>Indirect:</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b>Stuttgart - Schocken Club</b><br/><br/>Nervously, Tristan paced the backstage of the Schocken club in Stuttgart. Here he was again, another gig, another performance and yet another talent scout. He had been trying to make it big for.... so long. Yet for the life of him he couldn't figure out how no label would sign him. Every performance, the crowd went wild and was taken on the musical journey, Tristan prepared for them. Even in his last two auditions, the scout was amazed. They had practically begged him to sign with them, only to call him back later with their minds changed. It was all so surreal. So it was that Tristan, yet again stood in the backstage, pacing back and forth. His head going 90 miles an hour, trying to remember every note, every keystroke and every chorus.<br/><br/>When Tristan got called on stage, he turned to Alley, who was accompanied him to his auditions.<b><i>"Wish me luck sis"</i></b>he smiled at her before planting a kiss on her cheek. When he walked on stage his nerves disappeared like snow on a sunny day. He lowered the microphone and sat down on a stool. He lowered his mouth to the microphone and spoke in a low voice:<br/><b><i>"Guten Abend, ich bin Tristan Müller. Ich hoffe, Sie haben eine tolle Nacht. und euhm GENIEß!"</i></b><br/><br/>Tristan cleared his throat and strummed his guitar as was his habit. He placed his hands and played the first notes to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F4pvb0WLRcMtbPGmtejJJ6y%3Fsi%3D5623eecf8c6c4144&amp;hash=3ca168c0af8e3962608c2e5a04fb2777" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/4pvb0WLRcMtbPGmtejJJ6y?si=5623eecf8c6c4144" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Exile</a>. Unknowingly starting with a song that was so perfectly fitting with his current situation. His eyes closed he played the first verse as his low and deep voice floated through the room.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1670849777287-jpeg.138087/" title="1670849777287.jpeg">
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</div><br/><br/><i><b>"I can see you standing, honeyyy<br/>
With his arms around your bodyyyy<br/>
Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all...<br/>
<br/>
And it took you five whole minutes<br/>
To pack us up and leave me with it<br/>
Holdin' all this love out here in the hall...</b></i><br/><br/><b><i>I think I've seen this film before...<br/>
And I didn't like the ending<br/>
You're not my homeland anymore...<br/>
So what am I defending now?<br/>
<br/>
You were my town<br/>
Now I'm in exile, seein' you out<br/>
I think I've seen this film before..."</i></b><br/><br/><br/>Tristan didn't notice how the room fell silent as soon as his words floated through the room. Every face turning to him, almost falling in awe over his performance. His voice touching the soul of every guest inside the room. As he ended the first couple of verses and continued with a low on key "Oooohh oooohh" he opened his eyes and scanned the audience. His eyes falling on a beautiful red haired girl, sending a smile her way he closed his eyes again. In the second verse, he shifted his voice somewhat, taken on a more feminine pitch, continuing the female part of the song. His song, sounding so distinct different, people who weren't watching would think there were two performers instead of just Tristan.  Playing through the emotions, seemingly effortless switching between his low male bass and female soprano. When the final notes accompanied by his voice were played, the room fell silent. Tristan waited, he hated this part. The anticipation almost killing him in what seemed like an eternity waiting for the audience's response. As if slowly leaving a trance, the crowd started the cheer and applaud.<br/><br/>After thanking the crowd and taking a sip from the bottle of water next to his stool, he got ready to start his second song. Choosing a more upbeat song.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F4zrKN5Sv8JS5mqnbVcsul7%3Fsi%3Ddf7d4c0891d54163&amp;hash=1d8b8f1bdf6ca4337a5c548adf5073e5" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/4zrKN5Sv8JS5mqnbVcsul7?si=df7d4c0891d54163" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Celestial</a>soon started playing through the crowd. Enjoying the feeling of performing on stage, the evening passed rather quickly. After each song the crowd had been enthusiastic and cheering loudly.<br/>"Thank you everyone! I will end with one final song." he spoke in the microphone before starting the tune to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F44uOreAESeRIBaxkuCW4wN%3Fsi%3Da7132b02a7db4f72&amp;hash=4fe0565921d6f7f78f497f510feb0007" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/44uOreAESeRIBaxkuCW4wN?si=a7132b02a7db4f72" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sleep on the floor</a>.<br/>While playing his gaze shifted between the same red haired woman as earlier and the female talent scout, smiling widely. While playing this final song, he felt cheeky, going even so far as sending a wink to the red head when he sang the final verse.<br/><i><b>"Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear<br/>
Pack yourself a favorite blouse<br/>
Take a withdrawal slip<br/>
Take all of your savings out<br/>
'Cause if we don't leave this town<br/>
We might never make it out<br/>
I was not born to drown</b></i><br/><b><i>Baby, come on.."</i></b><br/><br/>As the crowd erupted in cheer and applause, Tristan stood and made a very deep bow. Looking at the side of the stage, he motioned for Alley to come and join him. He knew she wasn't big on crowds and people, yet here she was yet again for him, being his rock. He walked over to her and tugged her by the hands on stage giving yet again a deep bow and holding her hands in the sky clasped in his. He gave her a peck on the cheek before letting go of her hand to send a final "thank you" into the crowd and walking off with Alley.<br/><br/>Behind the stage, Tristan thanked Alley for being there. He felt things had gone really well and he had a good feeling about his performance. HE asked Alley if she wanted to celebrate with him, when the talent scout walked up to them behind stage.<br/><i><b>"Well that was amazing Mr Müller! I truly enjoyed the performance. You are bound to hear from us again. We will make it big!"</b></i>she exclaimed before politely saying goodbye to both Tristan and Alley and walking off. Tristan smiled ear to ear as he grabbed a bottle of champagne and held it up to Alley.<b><i>"I feel we should celebrate sis!"</i></b>he laughed. Alley rather quickly excused herself though. Not being big on crowds, Alley had told him she was going home. After a quick hug goodbye, Tristan was left alone in the backstage.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1670841248965-png.138083/" title="1670841248965.png">
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</div>Packing up his belongings, he heard the sound of heels approaching behind him. As he turned he stood face to face with the red haired girl from the audience. Tristan smiled widely at her, something about her looked familiar. Almost as if he knew her somehow.<br/>Twirling a lock of her hair she looked at him. She slightly bit her lower lip before speaking up.<br/>"Euhm Hi, so you were amazing on stage! Do you like... want to grab a drink together?"<br/><br/>Tristan was enjoying his evening immensely in the company of Katherine. She was so funny and sweet. Other girls had been hovering near the two, trying to steal him away but he was so focussed on this Katherine girl. She reminded him of someone, but who? Then suddenly his phone rang and he excuses himself for just a minute.<br/><br/>As he picked up the phone, his mood changed drastically. It was the female scout from earlier. Shaking his head in disbelief, he was rejected again. Yet another label refusing to work with him. If he hadn't been so shaken, Tristan might have found it weird she called so soon. Her words sounding weird to his ears, yet the message was the thing his mind focussed on. Another rejection. Had his own mind been intact, he would have known about Alley her powers. He might have connected the dots. But this wasn't the case. His mind had been wiped, and he didn't even know it. Trying to stay professional he gave a polite goodbye and hung up the phone.<br/><br/>Tristan was in desperate need of distraction after the bad news he had received. Walking back to the bar, he sat down next to Katherine. "You like want to get out of here?" he asked her, as his hand rested on her lower back. Not much later they entered her apartment kissing passionately. He pushed her against the wall as their mouth were locked together. By the time she had guided him to her bedroom, they were already half naked. About two hours later and after multiple orgasms, Tristan pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Katherine. It didn't take long before sleep took him. Dreaming the strangest dreams about super powers. He woke up to the smell of coffee drifting in the bedroom. He got up and put his clothes back on. As he emerged in the living room, his hair a mess and a hickey clearly visible in his neck he was greeted by Katherine standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but his flannel shirt.<br/><b><i>"Morning gorgeous"</i></b>he whispered to her as he gave her a kiss and grabbed a cup of coffee. Looking at his phone, he noticed several missed calls from Alley. Looking back up from his phone he grabs his belongings and is ready to head in a matter of minutes. Katherine just looks at him in confusion.<b><i>"Listen it's my sister, she called several times. I got to go. Could you toss me back my shirt?"</i></b><br/>Katherine feeling rather bold, grabs his phone and dials her own phone number. Pressing call her phone starts buzzing and she hands Tristan back his phone.<br/>"There now you have my number, call me. Then I'll give you back your shirt."<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1670849943057-png.138088/" title="1670849943057.png">
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</div>Chuckling and shaking his head he gives her a wink. he grabs his leather jacket and keys and heads out of the door. Walking out to his BMW5 he gets in and pushes the start engine button. He quickly grabs his phone and saves Katherine's number before typing a message to Alley:<br/><b><i>"On my way home, be there in 1hour30"</i></b><br/>His bluetooth connects to the car. Opening his Android Car feature, his spotify playlist blares through the speakers. Driving back relaxed to Forbach, the small rural German town Tristan and Alley call home. He takes a mental note to tell Alley about Katherine. Perhaps she is the one...?