Post by Defying Sanity on Oct 21, 2006 23:39:32 GMT -5
ooc;; M'kay, so this woud be the second long term band rp I'd be taking part in. And I've totally fallen in love with it. So, here's this rp. The music is rock, obviously, and as for the sounds; It's a mix of Nickelback and Hinder.
Here's what we need:
Lead Singer
Backup Singer(s)
1st Guitarist - Defying Sanity
2nd Guitarist
Drums
So all together, the most people in the band would be five people. I'd prefer about four, but if five want to join, then we'll have five. so, cheyeah.
Setting: Around 11 in the morning, the band members are getting ready to go on a tour. They're opening for some major bands, which they hope will make them a little more popular and well known.
bic; It's really good to hear your voice
The blaring sound of the radio in Alex's ear made him groan. After a few more moments, he slammed his fist down on the off button of the radio. Sitting up, he yawned and looked around his room groggily. It was a little blank and boring; there were a few Chevelle posters hanging on the wall.
Getting up, he scratched his stomach before he extended his arms and stretched. Yawning loudly, he strided over to the wooden chest that was on the far wall, a large mirror hanging above it. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and a black tee shirt.
Striding into the bathroom, he threw his clothes on the floor and started the shower. He cursed when he realized he forgot a clean pair of boxers. Can't forget those. Girls don't like a man with dirty boxers.
He smirked at the thought as he walked back into his bedroom. Alex was definantly what one would call a ladies man. But, he was a little too much of one, if you catch my drift. If you don't, then Alex was basically a player. His longest relationship was a month, and his normal relationship was two weeks. But he barely spent time being single. Now, for instance, was one of those times.
Walking back into the bathroom, Alex hurried through a shower and all of that jazz, then got dressed and walked down the hallway into his living room. He lived in the basic Bachelor pad; his place wasn't too shabby, actually. He felt that for a nineteen year old who just moved out from his parent's a couple of weeks ago, that he was doing damn well.
"Where is everyone?" he said, glancing at the annoying grandfather clock that went off every fifteen minutes. It was 11 a.m. He and his band had to leave at noon, as they'd be going on tour today.
Remembering that today actually was the day that he left this shit hole of a town and traveled the country made him jump up and down and yell wildly. Eventually able to calm himself down a little, he walked over to the electric guitar that sat on a stand in the corner. There was his ticket to fame right there.
Picking it up, he played a few notes to warm up. But after a while, his head bobbed madly and he was jumping up and down, his fingers involuntarily plucking the strings of the guitar. He got down on his knees, still playing his guitar without a flaw. He had played the songs he and his band had made so many times that he could play in almost any position and not mess up. He laughed at the pervertion of that thought, then continued playing.
Here's what we need:
Lead Singer
Backup Singer(s)
2nd Guitarist
Drums
So all together, the most people in the band would be five people. I'd prefer about four, but if five want to join, then we'll have five. so, cheyeah.
Setting: Around 11 in the morning, the band members are getting ready to go on a tour. They're opening for some major bands, which they hope will make them a little more popular and well known.
bic; It's really good to hear your voice
The blaring sound of the radio in Alex's ear made him groan. After a few more moments, he slammed his fist down on the off button of the radio. Sitting up, he yawned and looked around his room groggily. It was a little blank and boring; there were a few Chevelle posters hanging on the wall.
Getting up, he scratched his stomach before he extended his arms and stretched. Yawning loudly, he strided over to the wooden chest that was on the far wall, a large mirror hanging above it. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and a black tee shirt.
Striding into the bathroom, he threw his clothes on the floor and started the shower. He cursed when he realized he forgot a clean pair of boxers. Can't forget those. Girls don't like a man with dirty boxers.
He smirked at the thought as he walked back into his bedroom. Alex was definantly what one would call a ladies man. But, he was a little too much of one, if you catch my drift. If you don't, then Alex was basically a player. His longest relationship was a month, and his normal relationship was two weeks. But he barely spent time being single. Now, for instance, was one of those times.
Walking back into the bathroom, Alex hurried through a shower and all of that jazz, then got dressed and walked down the hallway into his living room. He lived in the basic Bachelor pad; his place wasn't too shabby, actually. He felt that for a nineteen year old who just moved out from his parent's a couple of weeks ago, that he was doing damn well.
"Where is everyone?" he said, glancing at the annoying grandfather clock that went off every fifteen minutes. It was 11 a.m. He and his band had to leave at noon, as they'd be going on tour today.
Remembering that today actually was the day that he left this shit hole of a town and traveled the country made him jump up and down and yell wildly. Eventually able to calm himself down a little, he walked over to the electric guitar that sat on a stand in the corner. There was his ticket to fame right there.
Picking it up, he played a few notes to warm up. But after a while, his head bobbed madly and he was jumping up and down, his fingers involuntarily plucking the strings of the guitar. He got down on his knees, still playing his guitar without a flaw. He had played the songs he and his band had made so many times that he could play in almost any position and not mess up. He laughed at the pervertion of that thought, then continued playing.