The [music] continued to ( F.L.O.W ) [McFly Band]

[Stephen DePaul]

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[rhyan]

Rhyan was pretty excited about being in a band. She loved playing her bass guitar, and she loved even more to see her friends. She knew the band was meeting, but being her own forgetful self, she had no clue where they were meeting. She poked her head into random classrooms, and one time accidentally disrupting a third year charms class. Not smart. She stayed out in the hallways, promising to herself that she wouldn't venture into anymore occupied classrooms.

This was all a tiring walk for Rhyan. One, she practically circled the school, and two, she was carrying a big black guitar case, holding her trusty bass guitar. She adored playing it, and she loved everything about it. Her guitar was all black, except for red stripes around the neck of it, and thick red stripes all around the body of it. Just describing it was one thing, but to see it was another.

As she was walking up and down the halls, she heard a sound all too familiar. A guitar playing. Rhyan was almost 99.9 % sure that it wasn't a class that was being occupied by less than eager students, and less than eager professors. She quietly walked over to the room, and slowly and carefully pushed the door open, not wanting to be yelled at, again, but one of the less than eager professors.

She lugged her big bass guitar carry case into the classroom, not as quietly as she had opened the door. She saw Stephen sitting and playing his guitar, and she smiled. He was really good. She then worried about if she would look bad, she hadn't played it in a few months. "I'm guessing this is where the band is meeting." she concluded sarcastically. She walked over to where he was and set her case down, and took out the guitar she hasn't taken out in a long time. She brought it to a chair, and sat down with it, looking as if she was ready to play.

"Just to let you know, I might suck at this, it's like my first time playing it in months." she informed him, showing a half smile. She slowly began to play the first song that she had ever learned. Some stupid song her brothers made up, but she still used it as a tool for practice. As the song continued, she realized she wasn't as bad as she imagined herself being. She smiled to herself in her mini success and looked over at Stephen. "Now I wanna hear you again." she told him enthusiastically.

[Stephen DePaul]

[/b][/color] Still holding his acoustic guitar in playing position Stephen looked around the medium sized room with all the desks pushed against the far wall. "It's not the easiest place to get to." That was obvious; the room was on the fifth floor and in the farthest East corner. No wonder the rest of the band members were running late.

Rhyan started to play and Stephen watched with an actual interest. She was good actually, for not having played for a while as she had said. As long as they had been friends, Stephen had never actually heard her play before. She'd just told him on different occasions about learning to play a new song, or being frustrated with certain parts, the usual things that went along with learning an instrument. Stephen had been meaning to ask to hear her play for some time now, but had never actually gotten around to it. But even he had to admit, she had talent. And if they got a few good practices in, she'd probably be killer.

As quickly as she had started playing, Rhyan stopped. Before Stephen even had a chance to offer his praise and critisism, she told him she wanted to hear him play again. Silently obliging, Stephen placed his fingers on his guitar and started quickly finger-picking away again. After a few moments of silence, Stephen looked up from his guitar and over at Rhyan "You play well, you know. Even if you haven't for a while" He wasn't really paying attention to what he was playing anymore. That wasn't a problem though, since he hadn't actually started out playing a song. It was more Stephens' style just to string together a bunch of chords that he felt sounded good together.

Still playing, Stephen's thoughts were mostly one and the same 'When the hell are the rest of the guys going to get here?'[/ul][/size]

[teganrugani]

Tegan walked down a hall of classrooms. She could hear the sounds of the guitar, and then bass, then again guitar. She enjoyed listening to them, but the time soon came that she stopped in front of the door that they echoed from. Tegan was playing drums, her equipment was charmed behind her, since she was a small girl and had trouble carrying it over distances...and there were many parts that this rather lazy girl was to well, lazy, to bring over one by one. The only things she did carry were her various drumsticks that hung out of her studded belt, yes she carried quite a few with her before ever playing her set, since she had the uncanny knack to break them, or throw them in frustration, more than most people.

As she slowly pushed open the door the sounds of the guitar grew louder. She pulled out her wand out of the various wooden objects in her belt and slowly lowered the pieces of the set to the ground. Picking up one piece and bringing it in, slowly, squeezing herself into the door as to not interrupt.

Tegan stood in the corner watching for a moment, swaying back in forth. Her skirt moved with her, it was knee length, black, but it had quite a bit of gray fluff underneath that made it flare out, fashionably of course, she also wore a rather large sweatshirt and a checkered black and white scarf. After a moment of swaying she lost her grip on the object she was holding, letting out a gasp, before attaching it again, barely, just before it hit the ground.

[Stephen DePaul]

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