A new band~starts~no lsu's

[Lulu]

A new band~auditions~sign ups

A T.v channel want to make a show of teenagers going to a school and making a band whilst learning.Once every week each student will peform a song then on the last week of the show they will all peform as a band.If any of the rules are broken the student who breaks them will be kicked out and replaced.The graduates will get;
A new look,
A new wardrobe,
All their lyrics written for them,
Allthe music conposed for them
and instant fame and fortune.
Each and every person must play an instrument but only 2 - 5 members can sing.
The school has 5 floors 1 for the performing,1 for recording singles,1 for recreation 1 for the boys to sleep and 1 for the girls to sleep,In that order.Outside Is a bbasketball court,swimming pool,pond and a huge garden.You are only filmed during performances and rehearsels.

you open your laptop and a new email from tv@newideas.com pops up,you read and it invites you onto a new show and asks you to come to harbour five at midnight to catch the boat.

Paige
~~~~~
I walked up to the harbour with all my bags and my two guitars,I looked around and no-one was there so I put my bags down,got out my notebook and got my guitar out,I tuned it and statred writing a song about death.

[Yukitsukai]

Name: Rieko (pronounced Ree-ay-ko) Kuwamiyo
Nickname: Riikins
Call by name or nickname?: Name
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Instrument: Drums, can also sing quite well
Looks: Quite short (about 5'0) pretty skinny, usually wears black jeans and a t-shirt. She has a small scar on her left cheek. She has both ears pierced 3 times, her left eyebrow twice, her tongue, and her belly button pierced. She has mid-back length blonde hair (which she keeps in pigtails) and her left eye is emerald green and her right eye is sapphire blue.
Personality: She's quite loudmouthed and always tries to be the leader of the group. She's basically a 5 year old trapped in a 17 year old's body.
History: She grew up in a nice suburban home with her mom, dad, and 2 sisters. She moved into an apartment at 16 in hopes of making it big.
Single?: yep, and looking
Other: *stabs*
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Rieko Kuwamiyo
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"You've got mail!" my laptop announced.

"Huh?" I said, turning around from my desk, where I was jotting down lyrics for a new song. I opened up my laptop and read the e-mail, which told me I was to appear on a new show and to be at harbor five at midnight to catch a boat.

"Awesome!" I squealed, something I loved doing now that my parents didn't yell at me for acting immature when I did so. I closed my laptop and wheeled my chair back to my desk and finished writing down the lyrics, then hid them away under my mattress, along with the rest of the songs I'd written. I checked my watch. It was only 6:15, so I hopped into bed and took a quick nap.

When I woke up, I stared blankly for a few seconds at the clock on my nightstand, waiting for my vision to clear. When it finally did, I noticed it was 11:04. I gathered my drum pads, drum sticks, my song lyrics, plus some clothes in my backpack and hopped on my Vespa (Non character Note - A Vespa is a motor scooter, if you've ever seen FLCL, it's what Haruko has, except Rieko's is red) and drove down to the harbor.

When I arrived, I noticed a girl about my age, looking quite loaded down with instruments. She seemed to have 2 guitars, one of which was slung on a strap over her shoulder. She seemed to be writing something, most likely a song. I pulled up beside her.

"Hi there, did you get the email too?" I asked.

She nodded back at me, barely looking up from her notebook. "Uh.... okay..... My name's Rieko, what's yours?" I asked.

"Paige." She replied quietly. "Paige Bluemingdale." Then went back to writing in her notebook.

I sighed and drove about 10 feet away from Paige and sat on my Vespa, waiting patiently for the boat and my chance to make it big.

[Lulu]

Paige
~~~~~
I finished writing down the song and put my notebook and guitar away,I rummaged through my bag and got out my other notebook and started writing in it.About half an hour later I put the notebook away and walked over to Rieko "hi" she looked up at me and nodded "hope there's cute boys here!"

[VirtualPlay]

Name: Mike Rampart
Nickname: (even though he hates it) Piano Man
Call by name or nickname?: Name
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Instrument: Keyboard/Piano, but can sing if someone wants/needs him to (and sing fairly well at that)
Looks: Tall, around 6'2", short dark brown hair, green eyes with a splash of blue, not very muscular; doesn't really care what clothes he wears, so he's usually seen in jeans and a t-shirt
Personality: Pretty happy, likes being with people and making friends; likes being a leader, but will listen to people as long as they sound like they know what they're doing.
History: Grew up a fairly normal life, really into music...piano lessons for 10 years, joined almost everything music at school...
Single?: Yes, and looking
Other: Sadly enough everything but the last name and Nickname describe the real me...

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Mike
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o/^ "Nothing really matters...anyone can see. Nothing really matters..."
*FWOOP*
o/^ "Nothing really matters...to me..."

I finished up playing along to Bohemian Rhapsody and hid iTunes so I could check the mail I had just gotten.

"You have been invited, blah blah blah, new show...televised...piano will be provided, blah blah, Harbor 5 at midnight." I stopped and read it over again. They were looking at my music talents, something I was really proud of. It was also summer, no school to get in my way.

Plus it was free.

After a few minutes of my insistence and persistence, my parents eventually gave in. Quickly I packed my essentials (clothes, books, practice keyboard, etc.), then checked the clock: 19:00. After dinner, I finished telling people online about the whole thing.

"Hope they have an internet connection," I thought aloud, as I packed everything for my iBook into my already bulging backpack. It was 23:30, and I didn't want to be late. Grabbing my YakPak (full of my everyday essentials), I ran out and got on my bike, racing towards the docks.

I stopped when I got to the docks. I saw a couple other people already there. "Good, just on time." My watch said 23:45, perfect timing. I walked my bike to the end of the dock, hoping they'd let it on board.

"Hi," I said, walking my bike all the way over to where the other people were waiting.
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[Cxjenious]

Name: Christopher Jamaal Williams
Nickname: Young Chris, Lil Chris, C-Dub, C.W, J-Will
Name or Nickname: Doesn't matter
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Instrument: Grand Piano and Guitar. He can sing rather well also, but is more of a rapper.
Looks: Chris is a rather handsome man. He played LB in highschool, so he is very fit physically, and it shows. His hair is short and black, and his skin is just a little tanned, but he's more on the yellow skinned side. His face sports a very nice looking goatee. He stands at 6'3, and carries around 190 lbs. on his frame. His eyes are dark green, but can sometimes be grey. He is often seen in and oversized white t-shirt, and a pair of very baggy jeans, accompanied with a pair of retro J's.
Personality: Chris has a serious business like attitude, but once you get to know him, he turns into a laughing goofball. He acts more like a fourteen year old than an eighteen year old, because he had to grow up so fast during adolescence.
History: Chris lived a rather troubled life. He group up not knowing his father, and had six other younger siblings. His mother worked all day long, literally, and barely had time to take care of her kids, but when she saw how sad Chris was when she told him he wouldn't be able to take piano lesson's, she got another job, and when Chris turned 6, she was finally able to afford them. When Chris turned fourteen, and his family had established some financial stability, he started slangin' dope, crack, heroin, whatever he could get his hands on. His "weight" increased almost instantly, and soon he was living the good life. He had everything he'd ever imagined. Money, girls, jewelry clothes, you name it. Then, when he turned eighteen, his mother died of lung cancer from smoking. He stopped selling drugs, and got legal custody of his six younger brothers and sisters. He left his siblings in the care of his grandparents to be on the show. His oldest sibling is Ashlee (16), then Eric (15), Darius (12), Starkesha (10), Brianna (9), and Jasmine (6).
Single: Yes
Other: Born and raised in Atlanta, but moved to Memphis with his family at the age of 16.

Young Chris

"...Dig that lil pimpin' got tha mind an da muscle, stay down on his grind put the crown on an' hustle-"

"CHRIS! Turn that music down! The rest of us is' tryna' do homwork! We ARE still in school ya know!", yelled Ashlee from the foot of the stairs.

"Aight shawty, calm yaself and breath easy. You just finish dat work," I screamed back, turning down the music I had blaring loud.

"You've got mail!" my labtop screamed.

"Na' what?"

I slid over to my labtop, Dell of course, and popped the top.

"Hmmm... a new sho fo' t.v...I can dig dat."

I turned closd my labtop, and went over to my closet, and immediately began packing. I packed enough for a whole two weeks, and my labtop. And after a hour of packin', I was ready to go. I went downstairs to say goodbye to the others.

"Ashlee, while I'm gone, you gone be in charge, aight?"

"Aight."

"Na dat mean's, dat, chu gone be in charge of erthang, including drivin my car."

"And?"

"Don't **** my **** it girl, or else dat's ya ***. I left a couple a g's on da' kithcen table to take care of any neccesary expenses. Don't spen my ma****in' money on no clothes or no **** like dat. However, if it's some left ova', you can go on a shoppin spree or some like dat."

"Aight Chris. See ya," they all said, each givin' me an individual hug.

"An yall take good care of Jasmine, or else."

"Okay!"

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I arrived at the harbour fifteen minutes later. My man slim had drove me there, and it seemed like I was early.

"Ay shawty's, was happenin'? I'm Chris."

There were three other people there already, two female, on male, and they looked like hardcore artist, and by hardcore I ment really serious about what they was doing.

"Yall know how many u'folks gone be comin'?"

{Please excuse the grammar. I'm trying to write how I really talk, and you can't really spell some of the words.}

[Green Lanturn]

Name:Tank Panteras(pan-tare-us)
Nickname: Panzer
Name or Nick: Either, he respons to both
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Instrument:Electric Bass Guitar and/or String Bass(if needed)
Looks: Tank is about 6 foot tall, with semi-long black hair down to his chin and green eyes. He wears a dark blue button up shirt unbottened with a white t-shirt under it. His pants are jeans that are usually a little baggy, but it doesnt show much.
Personality: Hes usually quite when it comes to music, unless its up to him to sing. Otherwise, hes always laughing and having fun with his friends.
History: When in middle school, Tank took the the school orchestra where he learned how to play the big bass. The next year, he quit and moved on to another bass, an electric bass guitar. He practices quite often and is very good at both. He lives with his father, a blad-headed, fat and airy drunk who never pays any attention to him, so music and friends are generally his only comfort.
Single?: Yes
Other: N/A



Tank
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I sat in my room, my father was outside on the living room couch, drunk as normal. I strummed my bass for a while, practicing chords and some songs.
"Shut that stupid thing up!" I knew he was hungover, even low he could hear the music.

I just sat there and played, volume at the lowest it could possibly be with me hearing it, when I heard my computer ringing. I put my bass down and when over, moving the mouse to remove the screen saver. "You have a new message" was posted on the desktop. I clicked on it to reveal a message, inviting me to this new "show."

"Anything to get out of this house"

I cassed up my bass guitar and my string bass. I walked out of my room. My "father" was passed out. He wouldnt wake up even if an H-Bomb went out, he was too hung-over. I opened the door, making sure to grab the keys to my moped. I sat the bass on the back, making sure it was tied down and as for my bass guitar, i strapped it on. I looked back on my house, without any pity, i was happy to leave and had no regrets.

I rode my moped for about half an hour to the piers, and upon reaching harbor 5, the sky was already showing signs of darkness. I stopped my "ped" and pulled everything off. Apparently I wasnt the only one who had gotten there a little earlier. I pulled my instruments off, chained and locked my ped, and walked over. I waved to some girls and said, "Hi, my nname is Tank!"

~GL

[Sakura12]

Name: Padma Laerien
Nickname: Paddy
Call by name or nickname?: Name
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Instrument: Vocals, cello and flute. The main one is the cello. (interesting band we're going to have...)
Looks: 5'10". Long auburn hair with blue-grey eyes. Dresses pretty decently, pink top with hip-hugging jeans. Also wears a silver chain around her neck with a sapphire pendant.
Personality: Padma's pretty shy, prefering the company of her cello rather than of other people. She can socialise fine, but she prefers to be left alone, and is seldom seen out of the practice room.
History: An only child of workaholic parents, Padma sometimes feels lonely and unwanted. Music has filled her life since a very young age, and she wants to let it continue to do so, which is about why she wants to join this band.
Single?: Yes. Not exactly looking though. She's practically married to her cello.
Other: None.

*^~ Padma Laerien ~^*

[size=small]'If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
the appetite may sicken, and so die...'[/size]

Music started to play, as I started up my computer. I patiently waited to connect to the internet, singing my latest song softly. There were still parts that were unsmooth, and I still had not completed the lyrics for the second verse.

"I am scared of you being heart-broken with no one to wipe your tears
Don't be afraid
I'll be here for you
As long as the feeling is right..."

A beep issued from the speakers, indicating that I had internet access. I hit a button to call up a window to check my email, then lay back in my chair and waited.

"I am scared of you being heart-broken with no one to wipe your tears
Don't leave my side
Only when you're with me
Will my world be perfect."

The page loaded slowly to reveal my inbox. "Let's see..." I muttered. "Junk mail, junk mail, message from Lana, message from Ricky... Hmm, what's this?" I had stumbled upon a message from a media company.

"Huh?" I clicked to open the mail, curious. The heading read, "Invitation to be on a new show." I scanned through the message. It was an invitation, just as the heading noted. Unsure whether to pass the message off as a hoax or not, I decided to try my luck.

I glanced at the clock. It was only a fifteen minutes to eleven. There still was time to ready myself before setting off. I crossed my room to where my cello was lying on the floor. Running my finger down it's smooth varnished wood, I smiled. I enjoyed playing the cello. It was, one might say, my life. I pulled it upright, extended the foot, positioned the bow then played the melody of my new song, followed by a classical piece, Canon in D Major, then The Swan from the Carnival of Animals. Satisfied, I wiped the rosin off the strings and packed my cello, slinging it across my back. Grabbing my flute and stuffing it into my sling bag, along with some money, my notebook and other essentials, I left the house, without my parents even noticing.

I arrived at harbor 5 five minutes later, my house being near the sea. Checking my watch, I realised that I was 10 minutes early. there were already a couple of people sitting around. I set down my cello and looked around. The guy next to me smiled.

"Hey!" he said softly. "I'm Mike!"

"Padma," I told him, shaking his hand, wincing as he pressed against the blisters on my hand. "Pleased to meet you."

[Lulu]

Paige
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Loads of people had come including two boys,both cute but I could only understand one of them.I was still talking to Rieko about playing the drums I had my drum sticks in my bag because they were lucky.I got kind of bored so me and Rieko got up and walked over to the bench "Hi" I greeted Mike,holding my hand out,Reiko did the same to padma."Can i sit here?" I asked

[MarshmallowEgg]

Name: Desdemona Lucretia Indigo Sharman
Nickname: Des
Call by name or nickname?: Either/or is fine
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Instrument: Flute and saxophone (definitely an interesting band addition....)
Looks: Des has long black hair streaked through with reddish-brown that she likes to keep pulled up into a ponytail or messy bun. Her eyes are hazel, and her lashes are long and thick, which bring out her eyes. She's thin and tall, about 5'11" or so. She normally dresses sort of punkish, I guess... shirts with fishnet sleeves, tight jeans and Converse are what she likes to wear, for the most part.
Personality: She's very serious about her music. That's first and foremost in her mind, always. She normally practices two to three hours a day, at the very least. Des is a little bit quiet, but rather friendly when you get to know her. She daydreams a lot when she's not practicing, and is constantly writing in her journal. She's a little bit of a romantic, actually.
History: Des has been into music ever since she was little. Her first instrument ever was a little eight keyed piano that she would play songs like, "Row, Row, Row Your Boat," and "Mary Had a Little Lamb" on when she was about 5. When she was in fifth grade, she got her first REAL instrument, the flute, and fell in love with it. A couple years later she found a tenor sax at a garage sale, picked it up, and fell in love with that, too. She's the only one in her family who's completely dedicated to music; the rest of them are pretty much tone-deaf. She has five siblings; Diamond Tempest Rose (18), Noeleen Jocelyn Kai (14), Topher Crispin Brynmor (13), and Taziel Magnolia Renee (13, Topher's twin).
Single?: Yes, and looking... well, when she's not busy practicing
Other: Nope.

Desdemona Sherman (Des)
*~~~~~*~~~~~*

"No WAY! No way, no way, no WAY!"

My younger sister, Noeleen, looked up annoyedly from her magazine. "Will you shut up?"

I could barely talk above a whisper. "I just got an e-mail... that said I was accepted... to be on a show about putting together a band!"

Noel gave me a look. "But you only play flute and saxophone. Don't you have to play, like, guitar and stuff to be in a band?"

"Apparently not," I told her, spinning around once in my office chair before jumping up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to beg like I've never begged before."

*****

It took some pleading, but I finally convinced my parents to let me be on the show. After a few minutes of very undignified jumping around and the like, I quickly began to pack. I also made sure to polish down Abbruzzezze and Dixon (my flute and saxophone) before heading down to Harbor 5.

It was a little cold when I stepped out of the van, but nothing I couldn't handle. I carried my bags and instruments over to where the general meeting area seemed to be, then sat down and pulled out a book.

[Sakura12]

*^~Padma Laerien~^*

Two girls came up to where Mike and I sat. A girl with long blonde hair approached me and held out her hand in friendship.

"Hey! I'm Rieko!" she took me. I took her hand and grasped it in a firm handshake.

"Padma," I told her. "Pleased to meet you!" In the background, I saw another girl hurrying over with a few large bags, one of which looked as though it might contain a saxophone. she sat down a little away from the group and pulled out a book to read. I waved to her and beckoned her over.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Julius Faust
Nickname: Bone Daddy
Call by name or nickname?: Nickname
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Instrument: Percussion (I think that’s how it’s spelt) and Electric guitar
Looks: look here (just ignore the skeleton and that thing on his torso)
http://shadowaltz.bizland.com/bone/148.jpg
He’s blonde with cold, blue eyes. He’s really pale, his lips are purple and has a purple shade under
his eyes (these are natural). His coat’s white and as you guessed, his pants and boots are black.
He also wears black gloves and a chain around his neck.
Personality: He’s a loner. He’s distant, cold and rarely ever talks. He remains calm most of the
time. He is a nice guy though and is willing to give advice to people when they need it.
History: When he was 10, his parents were involved in a car accident and died in hospital. Without
any other family, he and his two 4-year-old siblings were sent to an orphanage. When he was 14,
the orphanage burnt down and his brother and sister were killed in the fire. He then spent the last 5
years living on the streets, having to steal to survive. He usually hung around the graveyard where
his siblings were buried and gained the reputation of being gothic. It was because of this that he
was chosen to be on the show.
Single?: Yes, and looking
Other:

Julius Faust
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I slwoly walked down to the harbor and looked around. There were a bunch of people already there, introducing myself. I figured I may as well stay away so I walked silently away from them. I slumped onto a crate, looking away from the others.
They look like they don't need me. I'll just stay away from them.
"Hey there," came a voice. I looked over to see a girl with a scar on her cheek and more body piercing then I had ever seen.
"Are you on the show too?" she asked. I just kept silent.
"I'm Rieko," she said, extending her hand, "Who're you?" I took her hand and shook it.
"Faust," I replied, "Julius Faust."
"Well Julius," Rieko said, "What are you doing all the way over here? You should meet the others."
"No that's okay," I replied, "I'll just..."
"Come on! Don't be shy." Before I knew what was going on, she was pulling me towards the others.