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Alexander was too old for consideration, even if he thought that he had something of a decent singing voice, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy himself; he loves a show.

The moment he had arrived at the theatre the merch booth was hit up, swapping out his button-down for a shirt of the four members with the space left for the coming fifth. It was a tight fit, but he wasn't one to complain about that. After the merch stand he bought himself a small trove of snacks, prepping for a long haul in the audience space apparently. Far as he was concerned, this was a chance to not just see who the next star was, but also who in the city was also good at singing; maybe pick up some new artists to follow from the local scene.

Snacks in hand, merch on body, Alexander made his way over to as center a seat as he could in the rows, trying to keep a good angle on the stage for performers.

"Alright, let the show begin..."

If anything, coming to watch the auditions was a nice chance to see the old Starbright's shiny new skin. His parents would absolutely hate it, but the update was comfortable and didn't give quite as much of a watch for needles vibe. Settling in next to Eles, he eyed first the group on stage, then the food and merch floating past the aisles.

Leaning closer to the other boy, he murmured, "The pretty one, the cool one, the jock, and the wild one. No little brother type, though. So when you see a short and cute sort take the stage, I bet that's the planned winner."

Raising a hand toward one of the vendors, he got them a bucket of fresh popcorn. No drinks, though, since they'd snuck in their own.

"The blue boy could benchpress me one handed, but I think I'd let the blonde twunk be super mean to me."

Lovely Belrose

Lovely sank into a chair at the back of the theater and propped his Chuck Taylored feet onto the back of the chair in front of him. With ripped shorts showing entirely too much skin and his hair—at its summer shoulder length—pulled into an artfully messy ponytail to show off his heavily pierced ears, one might assume he had a penchant for attention. Today, that assumption was countered by a nondescript oversized hoodie with the hood drawn up in an attempt to shield him from wandering eyes.

He had told Ilian, passionately and repeatedly, that he wouldn’t be caught dead at some stupid ******** boy band competition, yet there he was anyway.

Somehow Ilian always managed to sweet talk him into the most annoying s**t.

Maybe if Ilian had sat with him, Lovely could have been tempted into a better mood; the back of the theater would’ve been the perfect place to make out. But no. No. Ilian had decided he wanted to audition. Nevermind that he was technically too old for it. Why should a stupid thing like age stop him from having little fun? (Ilian’s words, not Lovely’s. Lovely would never describe this bullshit as fun.)

I’ll make it up to you after, Ilian had said. And, Besides, you’re in Infiltration. We should Infiltrate.

As if Lovely cared to infiltrate a ******** boy band. He should’ve extended their vacation. They could have still been sailing around the Mediterranean, eating better food than Destiny City could provide and luxuriating in the sun on some majestic beach.

Instead he sat there glaring at the young men on stage as if they’d caused him a personal offense, as unimpressed by them as he was by everyone else in existence.

Eles oi Ekthrónismenoi

Malory settled in and Eles settled against him, preferring to angle his entire body toward the boy whose shoulder he used for a pillow. Resting between his thighs was a largely untouched bottle of Coke, which proved a very companionable addition to the pocket flasks. Malory's attention was on the boys who begged for said attention from the audience, so Eles's gaze swept over the swath of people below them. The watchers seldom expected to be watched themselves; who knew what sorts of s**t they would be getting up to tonight?

Eles hummed, thoughtful for his midnight boy's observations, then chose to trust them instead of stare at the boy band for himself. "Sounds like they're lacking a broody goth-type, too. Think you'd rather be the frontman, though. And you'd out-pretty them." Spoken as fact and mild slight.

"Oh, do they plan the winners for these things beforehand?" Eles hadn't considered that before. What was the point of an audition, then? Drive up publicity? He gave it a perfunctory thought as he absconded with a handful of popcorn.

He missed both the blue-haired one and the blonde twunk as he peered through the audience; he thought he saw a boy he vaguely recognized sitting next to some other boy with blue hair. "So," he began after he swallowed, "who do you think would sleep through the entire band first? You or me?"

Alexander Ortiz

As the room started to fill in more, Alexander took a moment to look around at the people. He noted the presence of more folks in groups, scolding himself gently for not asking someone to come join him. It was better to experience things with more people. Maybe he should've asked Anna? Well, it was too late for that now. He was already here and expected it was going to start going soon, so not like he could ask her suddenly.

"Oh wait, there's someone... Though they don't look... happy about being here..." He muses to himself as he catches sight of Lovely. "Ah well, maybe we can keep each other brooding company!"

It takes a moment to shuffle through the seats and isn't hard to notice the big man moving through the crowd and sometimes just over rows of seats to make it further back towards where Lovely had sat. No need to draw attention to both of them being alone, he figured, so best to just strike with a conversation.

"So, who do you think they'll pick to be a fifth? My money is on picking a gal, as a real shake up to the boy band concept." He says, offering a smile to Lovely in greeting.