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 Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:31 pm
*Glances over to Reg as the smaller male continues to smoke, silent.*
*Grabs up a microphone and plugs it into one of the other cords littered about their tabletop. They had a bit of questioning after each performance and he decided to go first this go.*
Why did jou look down when you sing? Is not a big crowd, jou not on camera. Jou don' seem like jou shoul' be scared to come up there, but da's how it came off.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:29 pm
Josh chewed his lip, resting his arms on top of his guitar. He brought his face up close to the mic.
"I wouldn't say I'm scared... I'm nervous. Only the opportunity of my lifetime. And I tend to have the luck of messing things like this up... important things. Din't want to do that now."
Josh's foot was tapping uncontrollably, but he didn't notice. He knew he had pulled the song off, knew he had gotten every note on the guitar. His voice seemed fine, too. It wasn't a high energy song; if he had chosen something else he might have moved around more.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:07 pm
*Leans over taking the mic from ******** ups are a general thing, babe. You're gonna do it. You kinda already did with the lack of confidence. Cuz the bands not just about how well you play. Any ******** can play an instrument if they learn.
And you're gonna rethink that just the audition day is important.
Every ********' show you do is going to be like the most important night of your life. We don't just get up there and play because we can or because we always like to or because it's money.
Every ********' show is gonna be someone in that crowd's first show, it's gonna be their birthday, or their ********' anniversary with the person they shacked up with because they both liked the band. You're gonna be giving yourself to the crowd every time.
So, you might as well get used to it being important. I like you a lot, Joshie. You've got a good heart, but you really need to work on that self confidence s**t, baby.
*Flicks his hair from his face*
I'm not like scoldin' you or tellin' you no. Quite frankly, I wouldn't be shootin' the s**t with you now if I didn't think you had what it took to be in the band. *smirks*
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:42 pm
Godfrey leaned forward to listen, having a hard time hearing even though he was so close. He couldn't help but think that Josh was wonderful and they should tell him he was in the band this very second, but as he listened to Reg he knew his words were true. It only made him admire Reg more as well, he really knew ways to say things that made you hang onto his every word, knew how to hook you and either lift you up or drag you down.
When Reg finished Godfrey sat back, aware he was starting to invade the singer's space, giving Josh a thumbs up and hoping he'd see and feel better if Reg's words had him down.
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 3:10 pm
"Hey, babe, you look a bit swamped." Drey casually leaned against his elbow on the crowded bar, having slowly wormed his way through the thick mass of people. He'd been here for an hour or two, just watching and casually smoking a pack of cigs he'd nicked from a shop on his way to the club.
The atmosphere in the club was excited and rambunctious, somewhat angry at various intervals but there were so many people that had just come to show their tits and various other body parts that the whole affair had a rather lighthearted feel overall.
The sheer mass of people in the club had made him a bit nervous though, which was the main reason he really needed a ******** drink.
He'd been watching Georgie dole out the drinks as he approached - big man, but he moved rather fast for his size, and Drey knew he didn't have to be a wizard to be skilled at what he did. Rather good looking bloke too, nice big hands and soft looking skin.
Drey put out the stump of his cigarette in a nearby overflowing ashtray, giving Georgie a small sweet smile as he brushed his long hair away from his eye. "Drinks free?"
He hoped so because he really needed a drink and sure as ******** didn't have any money. Though he could always snag a few bucks from the pockets of the folks around him if need be.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 4:48 pm
*Continues to pour drinks as he eyes Drey over cautiously, obviously gauging his age.*
Whatchu want, boy? Nyeh? Yo' got favorite tap o' somethin' hot?
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:00 pm
"Jack, straight, please." Drey said, not needing any time at all to think on it. He wriggled a bit in between the man and woman on either side of himself until he could rest both elbows on the bar, feeling the buttons on his coat brush up against the edge of it and not minding the hot bodies squeezed up against himself. "Can I get a bottle of water too?"
He stuck his chin on his hand, reaching into his front pocket to pull out another cig, which he put between his lips but didn't light, just holding it there and tasting the filter.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:02 pm
*Only falters in his movements to reach behind himself for the cooler filled with water bottles, offering Drey a tumbler full of amber liquid and his water.*
Yo' wan' a light, cher?
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:16 pm
Drey picked up the tumbler, almost wishing he was still clumsy enough to spill the liquid inside so he'd have an excuse to run his tongue along the rim.
Poor guy looked busy enough though, he didn't need Drey distracting him too much.
"'M good, thanks though babe." He shifted the cigarette to the side of his mouth and downed the tumbler of Jack, tipping his head back, his adams apple bobbing as the liquid made its way down to his stomach. He set the glass down, feeling the familiar burn start to spread its tendrils throughout his body.
"You always able to talk to pretty boys, keep liquid flowing and satisfy the crowd all by yourself, Superman?" Drey grinned, teasing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:02 pm
Oui. Yo' crazy if yo' t'ink dis be hard, cher.
*Hands out a few more drinks before flicking his rag playfully at Drey*
Yo' behave yo' self fo' Ah 'ave to come ovah de. Getcho honky a**.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:11 pm
Drey twisted the cap off of the water, taking a small sip to wet his throat but not distract from the burn.
"Looks hard, all these people." Drey said, smiling even wider, pearly whites glistening under the bar lights as Georgie flirted back. "But I can show you somethin' real hard if you want, lover."
Drey pressed the water bottle to his cheek, the cold water cooling his heated face slightly. "Sorry, I'm afraid I wasn't raised to behave."
Condensed water dripped from the bottle and slid down his wrist. Messy. He licked it off, blue eyes glinting mischievously, his next words playful. "So I guess you're going to have to come get me. When's your next break?"
No use playing games, you only lived once and sometimes not for very long, at that. 'Sides, maybe he wasn't here for much of anything, nothing to do with this world's Reg at all. It'd be just like Reg to send him some place just to get some action. ******** knows he could use it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:42 pm
b***h, yo' new, eh?
*Laughs, a rather loud, full hearted laugh*
Yo' talkin' t' de owner o' dis place, bebe. Ah break when we done.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:55 pm
"Could say I'm new, to the area at least." Drey gave a small smile again, shifting his stance and crossing a foot over his ankle.
"You own this Club?" Drey was somewhat surprised. He'd assumed the band owned it, since he'd gathered the information that they lived here. Then again, when Drey thought back to Reg's hotel, all the dirty abandoned rooms... s**t, if Reg owned this place it probably wouldn't look so nice.
"Guess I can wait then." Drey purred, wondering when the auditions were over. Hopefully soon, the bartender's laugh had made his toes all tingly. Drey reached inside his pocket, pulling out the folded up flier that had hit him in the face the night before. "Coversluts they're called, right? Nice name."
Drey took a drag off of his suddenly lit cigarette, keeping both hands on the flier, looking for an ending time, but couldn't find one. He figured it'd go on until everyone had gone up on stage or Reg and his band got sick of tryouts.
"Guess I'll be keeping you company for a while." Free drinks too, s**t! Today was going to be a hell of a good day, he could feel it. Though good days usually consisted of getting 1. smashed 2.high 3.shagged 4.fed. Two out of four was a win in his book. Drey looked the tall bartender up and down again, raising an eyebrow. Maybe three out of four then, yummy.
"Names Drey, by the way."
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:12 pm
Boy, yo' gon' be s**t faced fo' dey even done up dere, le' lone I be done up here. *Laughs, giving Drey another drink before side stepping to take another order.*
Where yo' be at? Stayin' in dem new 'patments down 'head 4th street, neh?
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:40 pm
Drey sipped lightly at the second drink, giving Georgie another small smile.
"I can hold down my Jack, and you'll find that out soon enough if you keep refilling my glass." Drey watched him tend to other customers, using the opportunity to check out the movement of his muscles and...mmmm.... nice ********. Drey shifted on his feet again, his eyes sliding around the room. He could probably get a shag right now from any number of these twats. The idea wasn't very appealing, however.
"Apartments? Nah. Been staying...... on somebody's couch for a while, it's comfy enough. Used to live in a hotel." Drey wrinkled his nose a bit, thinking of all the filthy rooms. "Apartment'd be nice though."
Drey chuckled, taking another sip of Jack and licking his lips. "Have to find myself a job first. Couldn't find s**t around here though."
That was probably because he didn't really have a valid form of ID. "Probably going to have to........ ah, nevermind."
He shook his head, no one in Hogsmeade'd probably hire him either. He'd probably end up having to either steal or whore himself until he had enough money to live off of. ********, he didn't want to live as a goddamned thief. Or a whore either, for that matter. Drey shook his head at his thoughts, trying not to brood. Wasn't anyone's problem but his.
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