Colin had been the third to turn up, his arrival marked by the appearance of a purple Volkswagen Bus (http://www.planetauto.co.uk/leeds/purplecamper.jpg) that eased it's way down the road. Pearl Jam played from out of the wide open windows, and Colin let his arm hang out, steering with one hand, and reclining slightly, head bobbing to the music as he enthusiastically lip synced.<br/><br/>Most people would've probably been embarrassed to drive something like a VW Bus in this day and age, but Colin, didn't give a ghost of a fuck. It'd been his first car. Someone had donated it to his uncle's repair shop, and he fixed it up and gave it to Colin to keep him mobile until he got his own car. Of course, Colin made sure he got his own ride as quickly as possible. He didn't want to drive this massive thing<em>everywhere</em>, but even after getting his own car, he held onto the Bus. It often came in handy. He often used it like a pick up truck of sorts, carrying equipment and the like. Same shit this time. He brought a few things he'd salvaged and fixed up over the past few; things like fog machines, strobe lights, spot lights and a few massive speakers and sub-woofers. He even kept around his own small mixer and light boards, along with his laptop.<br/><br/>The purple Bus drove just a bit further down, past the converted warehouse Bailey called her home. It wasn't the first time he'd been over. The two had been friends for a while before she had joined as Beethoven's Legacy's Violinist and Pianist, and an even longer time before he had answered the band's desperate call for a Roadie. He did what he usually did whenever he visited, pulling his car up into the alley to the side of the warehouse and cutting the engine, the music cutting as well. It was a free parking spot, blocked on one end with a fence and on the other end with a gate that could be closed off and locked. He imagined the business next door had used the area before it closed down.<br/><br/>He rolled the windows up with the old-fashioned crank attached to the door of the Bus and reached to his side, grabbing his laptop bag and headphones and vacating the vehicle quickly. He closed the gate off, pushing the horizontal metal peg that had been built into the side opposite of the hinges and wrapping a nearby chain around it for good measure. From then, he wandered out to the sidewalk, and followed it a short ways down to the warehouse entrance, the strap of his laptop bag's strap brought over his head to hang across his chest, his headphones hanging around his neck, just above the strap. Everyone could pretty much guess what he was going to wear. Today was no different. He wore a loose white hoodie, covered in black line art, slightly unzipped to reveal a black tee shirt with faded white lettering, and a pair of faded black jeans, held up with a white belt. Purple made up the only real color in his outfit, coming out in his eyes, helix loops and the streaks in his messy hair.<br/><br/>When he reached Bailey's door, he pushed the bell for what he had guessed was the third time, seeing the two others standing nearby. He stepped back and nodded thier way, giving them a slight smile as he slipped his hands in his pockets. "James, Megan."