Lets make a band....
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				Title: <strong>Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 06:19:43</strong>
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				The stage was full of people from all over the city, people from all walks of life from high class to low, people from the music business and everything having to do with arts and talents were there. The Annual Talent show was something done in New York City. The stage was set as people took their seats, the people that were going to be on the talent show were&nbsp; backstage giving them a bit of time to mingle and talk. The announcer walked in and everybody cheered “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the annual talent show competition. Today we have a lot of good stuff planned for you so lets get this show started, first off a young man coming from the island of Hawaii, please a round of applause to Jonathan and his dance acrobatics”. Just as the man finished a young man entered the stage and started doing stunts and stuff impressing a lot of people.<br><br>Utada was backstage, she seemed to be very nervous and shaking on her boots. Crowds always made her feel a bit nervous because she was once booed of stage and ever since then she had not tried anything to do with stage and music at the same time. It was her friends from Japan who convinced her to come here and try out in the states, new fresh start. Her eyes looked at the letter of the song she was going to play, a guitar case by her side showing a beautiful hand made guitar. Her eyes scanned the letter as she sighed. She needed something to drink, standing up she grabbed her guitar and walked to where the drinks were served, “Just a coke, thanks”. The bartender nodded and gave her a coke, a lot of other people were around, everything from people with dogs to people with music and instruments. She scanned all of them and tried to think of a way to win against all the competition. She took a sip of her coke and payed the bartender walking to the corner she was sitting and looking up to the ceiling silently praying that everything was going to be alright.<br><br>The first performance finished and then announced another performance, a woman with rubber body. The woman came out and impressed the crowd with the way of bending her own body. Everything was going perfect on the performance, some people inside were nervous while other were anxious to start.<br><br>(You are all backstage, doing whatever you want. You see my char in a corner with a guitar case and a coke, other people around doing various stuff. Let the fun begin. Oh and I will require a you tube video of how you sounded like, the first post is not required however when I announce you to stage you must post and then link the video please to make it more fun)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 08:36:36</strong>
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				Liz was just sort of leaning against a wall near the bar drinking a water and looking around. She didn't really seem to care about what was going on, like she wasn't even there like she was focused on something that was far away from here. She was wearing a shortish shirt, with leggings, boots that were very nice, a nice top, and gloves that went to her elbows and revealed her fingers. Her hair was long and tied back into a pony tail, that way when she drummed it would not get in her way. She took another sop from her water before setting it on the bar and picking up her drumsticks and tossing them up in the air and catching them. Though she was paying more attention to those around her and even more to those with instruments. It was getting close to her last chance to prove she could be a musician, otherwise she would have to take over for her dad.<br><br>As she thought about this she missed her drum stick and it fell to the ground and began to roll on the ground off into the crowd of people. She was snapped out of her distant gaze as it dropped and she heard it and she kinda of clumsily chased after it, almost hitting some people. It made one sort of wonder if she was any good at drums as she kinda of stumbled through the crowd after one of her drum sticks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 09:12:51</strong>
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				My favorite possession a beat up and written all over White Fender Jaguar Bass was slung across my back over an old beat up Metallica shirt, a pair of jeans with the knees riped out and a pair of dock martins. I scanned the crowd taking in all the diffrent people and acts getting ready. I was thrilled to be here I'd hiked hiked for the first two days and caught a ride from an old friend of my dads the rest of the way on the slim hope of catching a break here show casing my talent. It'd been a spur of the moment decision to come, one of the best I'd ever made.<br><br>I spent a few minutes talking to a band going on a bit later who were doing a self written song inspired by Meatloaf they were cool but so completely wrecked I got bored talking to them. A girl with a beautiful guitar caught my eye well more accurately the guitar caught my eye before the girl. Without hesitation I crossed the room pulled up a chair, turned it around and straddled it leaning my arms on the back. "Beautiful Guitar, I'm Andria"&nbsp; I said with a slight jerk of my head in greeting, "Can you make any noise on that thing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 09:24:43</strong>
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				She looked at the woman approaching her and nodded, "Yea, I sure can". She took out the guitar and offered it to her so she could test it. The guitar was very light weight and it looked to be made of a very rare wood, "Dad made it for me". She sighed looking at her and smiling, "My name is Utada, nice to meet you". She took another sip of her drink, the coke making her sigh and stood up bowing her head a bit in classical Japanese tradition. <br><br>As she stood up she looked around, "The place is full of people, I am kinda nervous never singed in front of a stage". She could hear the other performers in the stage and she shrugged. Her eyes looking at the woman and smiled, "I been singing ever since little, everybody tells me I got a good singing voice but I always said otherwise, my parents and friends were the one to convince me to seek out music". She sighed and looked at the guitar as she waited for her to finish playing it and gave it back, "yea... well I guess I am here to try it out to see what will happen"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 13:05:02</strong>
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				Kathy was leaning her back against a wall, a chewing gum in her mouth, her arms crossed on her chest. Even though this was the first time she would play in front of such a large crowd, she wasn't really nervous. Her usual crowd was a small local bar, before she decided to come try out this location, and while the bar didn't hold many people, a bunch of drunk men was perhaps the most harsh critics she could face.<br><br>She heard two girls talk and looked over to them. Her playful, social nature soon won out and she headed their way. When she got there, she waved at them. "Hey girls, was sup?" Her outfit was fairly striking, wearing a very short skirt, and her top being basically a bikini top. Her fit body was well on display too. Indeed, other than playing guitar, her main other hobby was going to the gym, or outside to jog, and she was happy to display her body to the crowd she was playing in front of. For now tho, all she had in her hand was her guitar, with a smile on her face.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 14:03:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78003.msg3417454#msg3417454">Quote from: CrazyIvan on 05-08-2010, 08:36:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As she thought about this she missed her drum stick and it fell to the ground and began to roll on the ground off into the crowd of people. She was snapped out of her distant gaze as it dropped and she heard it and she kinda of clumsily chased after it, almost hitting some people. It made one sort of wonder if she was any good at drums as she kinda of stumbled through the crowd after one of her drum sticks.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ducking and weaving through the crowd, Liz caught momentary sight of her drumstick being covered by purple hair.&nbsp; The crowd closed, then opened and she reached a girl her age in a short skirted, snug topped, high necked formal black dress.&nbsp; <br><br>Purple eyes me hers-they had to be contacts, but the were still beautiful, and the girl giggled, offering the drumstick and a quite smile.&nbsp; <br><br>She carried a thick leather folder under the other arm.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.gfxwallpapers.com/images/wallpapers/anime_purple_hair-705767.jpeg)
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 15:46:13</strong>
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				Liz followed after the drumstick, not really looking where she was going so when she saw it come to a stop and someone reach down to get it was a bit of a surprise. This was partly because no one else in the crowd had even bothered to help or at least stop it. She was still bent over as she raised her head to look the other girl in the eyes and a smile. She then stood up and took the drumstick when she offered it to her. "Thank you" she said with a huge bright smile on her face "I don't know what I would have done if I lost it."
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:45:35</strong>
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				I played a couple cords on the girls guitar and nodded it had a great sound, Dad would have loved it I thought vaguely handing it back "Very cool" I said with a smile "Don't be nervous it's a contest not a bar" I said with a shrug "whats the worst that could happen?" I said looking around, it really was an interesting mix of people all diffrent types of performers compeating for this one chance. The intensity was in the air, it was awesome.<br><br>An girl wearing a bikini top and a skirt came over I looked her over and nodded to myself, daring was the one word that came to mind looking at her. "Nothin much, gettin ready. You?" I replied
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 21:17:27</strong>
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				She took the guitar back and smiled, "thanks". The girl was right, she was going to be fine and she knew it. Letting out a huge sigh she noticed the girl mingling and she could not help but giggle. She stood up placing the case with the guitar and walked to the bar getting a bottle of water and going back to where she sat.<br><br>The announcer spoke, "now with a demonstration of her drums skill we have Liz, please come out to the stage".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 21:38:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78003.msg3418203#msg3418203">Quote from: CrazyIvan on 05-08-2010, 15:46:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Liz followed after the drumstick, not really looking where she was going so when she saw it come to a stop and someone reach down to get it was a bit of a surprise. This was partly because no one else in the crowd had even bothered to help or at least stop it. She was still bent over as she raised her head to look the other girl in the eyes and a smile. She then stood up and took the drumstick when she offered it to her. "Thank you" she said with a huge bright smile on her face "I don't know what I would have done if I lost it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'm Charity," the girl replied with a soft, slow Texas accent, not an obvious cowgirl drawl but clearly not the rushed speach of the east coast either.&nbsp; Reaching over to touch Liz on the arm briefly.&nbsp; "I lost my music before a concert once.&nbsp; It was terrifying, but I improvised and didn't do too badly."&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78003.msg3419539#msg3419539">Quote from: Acid Lips on 05-08-2010, 21:17:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The announcer spoke, "now with a demonstration of her drums skill we have Liz, please come out to the stage".<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Purple eyes lit with excitement.&nbsp; "Hey, that's you.&nbsp; Good luck."&nbsp; <br><br>Charity followed Liz as she aproached the stage, then pulled too the side at as close a vantage as she could get.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 22:19:25</strong>
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				"Nice to meet you Charity, I am Liz" she said with a smile. She spoke with a more east coast accent, and even though she tried to hide it, she sounded a bit refined just by the way she talked. "Well if I lose my lucky drumsticks, then I just can't play" she said as she heard the announcer announce she was next. "Thanks" she said as she turned and moved to walk onto the stage, the way she walked was also something she was taught and looked refined, now that she wasn't stumbling for a drumstick. She walked straight and upright and with precision walked up and out onto the stage. She got out a bit before she stopped and looked out towards the audience and looked over all the crowd that had assembled.<br><br>She looked like she was looking for someone, but not finding them. Though she smiled and waved to the audience and moved over the the drums. She sat behind them, and looked a bit nervous as she took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. She then closed her eyes and began to slowly twirl the drumsticks on her hands as she sat there to get into the mood. She spun them faster and she started to tap her foot to the beat she was playing. By the time she started it would be hard to tell the the girl was nervous or stumbling before, as she played with confidence and was talented. She was inter the music, losing her self and forgetting about anyone watching her as she played like a pro, and put her heart into the drums.<br><br>(This is the song she is playing Cobus - Angels &amp; Airwaves - Heaven (Drum Cover) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElxMQn_xPQE&amp;feature=related#ws))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lets make a band....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 04:38:57</strong>
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				The crowd cheered as the woman finished, the announcer came in the stage and pointed at Liz, "A round of applause for a amazing performance on the drums". The crowd began to clap as she finished and went back backstage. The announcer clap and sighed, "Now from drums we go to bass, please welcome to the stage for a young woman called Andria, she will show us how she does on the bass, now Andria come out and show your skills". He clapped as he went backstage as the crowd waited for Andria.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 05:25:01</strong>
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				I smiled "Thats me, bye girls wish me luck" I said with a smug smile pulling the bass around in front of me and striding onto the stage. I took a moment to adjust the knobs. Smiling to the crowd and strummed a few cords getting into the moment before starting into the solo I'd picked. I smiled getting into it, enjoying the challange of the peice nodding along to the music as I played.<br><br>Metallica Bass Solo (Cunning Stunts) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaiAZtlUjes#)
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