tampered | Log; Open; Ongoing;

When; Monday, June 14th
Rating; PG(-13 for language, possibly?)
Characters;

sitaronthewater, anyone else wishing to audition, anyone who wants to wander by and catch Curt on a cigarette break
Summary; Auditions!
Log;

Curt is waiting outside The Studio--seriously what's with this place and it's names--for people to show up. He's posted fliers around as well as advertising on the network, but he's not totally sure how many people are going to show up. He slouches against the wall, any tension only evident in the way he keeps lighting up one cigarette after another, but then Curt always smokes like a chimney. Black nail polish and black leather jacket--yes, this is the rock star you're looking for.

[ooc: The ooc post about this is here. And because I like using city locations...

&the music studio [one] [two]
Looking to tune out the Ticking Clock? The Studio's the place for you. Shiny equiptment and sound proofed walls mean record contracts and endless fame, after all. So come, young and old, to The Studio. The only price is a bit of your time, and whatever the curator wants- be it your name, your shoes or a bite of good food- when she wants it. Sitting in the wings, she'll watch you play. And when time's up? Pack up your bags and go. Your record'll be with you the next day.]

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Jun had been to the music studio many times already, trying to put together a CD. Unfortunately, he's been slacking for the past year or so.

But this was it! Finally, his chance to join a band! So, toting his metallic red G&L Legacy on his back, the boy arrived and looked around for Curt.

Thanks to Penny, Curt had been on the lookout for Jun, though he had no way of knowing if this was him--she hadn't told him much other than that he played the guitar and was fairly young. She had neglected to mention the hair. Not that Curt hadn't seen some incredibly dramatic hair in his time, but even so.

"You here for the band tryouts?"

Jun perked up and looked over in the direction of the voice. "Yeah!" He said, spotting Curt. "My name's Jun."

"Curt Wild." He puts the cigarette out on the side of the building and flicks it into a trash can. He jerks his head, idicating Jun should follow, and heads inside. "Penny said something about you playing guitar. What kind of music are you into?"

He can make a few guesses on appearance, but he'd rather hear what the kid has to say for himself.

"Nice ta meet'cha, Curt-san!" Jun beamed happily as he followed the other man. "And I'm into Rock-n-Roll!"

"Well, sure, but that covers a whole lot. Any favorite bands? Albums?"

The look and the attitude are just not jiving together right in Curt's head. The kid is awfully cheery--he should at least be acting tough and dark with an extreme look like that, right? Curt reminds himself that all that really matters is what Jun's like when he's playing.

"Oh." He couldn't help but grin nervously. "Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Jimi Hendrix, Joe Satriani... Stuff like that."

Curt thinks he may have actually heard someone mention a band called Judas Priest back home, and Iron Maiden he mostly recognizes from recent City research. Jimi Hendrix is an obvious choice for a guitarist, but an unimpeachable one, and Curt is just thankful there's something in that list he's completely familiar with. Joe Satriani draws a total blank.

But since none of none of this sends up any red flags--like starting off with the Rolling Stones--he just nods. "How long have you been playing? Have you been in a band before?" Please let the answer to the second question be yes.

"I've been playing for almost 8 years now. I wanted to learn because I hated playing the violin and wanted something that would make me different from my brother..."

Now.. the second question was... Hnnn.

"Er, I've.. played with other people in contests before, like my two friends... And then when I worked at a place called the Den here, they provided me with band members but I've never been in an official band."

"Well, as long as you have some experience...but obviously, the important thing is how you sound." He opens the door to one of the soundproof rooms where there's a drumset and Curt's own guitar already set up.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Just play whatever?" He asked.

"Yeah, just show off what you can do. Later we can figure out something we both know and try that out."

Easier said than done, maybe, considering different times and different realities.

Demyx stumbles, although he doesn't actually trip; something about him just makes the word come to mind, in and looks around. "Uh, hey, are you the one that mentioned something about music auditions?"

"Alright..."

He did a quick tuning up, making sure everything was perfect, then began playing. (The song I linked to in the OOC post XD)

While he may not be the most experienced guitarist, it's obvious from his performance that he tries to put his all into it.

"Yeah, that was me. Curt Wild." Curt gives him the once over. "What do you play?"

Curt always appreciated effort and energy, and Jun would look good on stage. Besides that, Jun was pretty good and his sound was about right for what he was thinking.

He was also going to keep on pretending he had no soft sopt for kids with crazy colored hair.

"I could definitely use another guitarist and I wouldn't have any hesitation letting you play rhythm guitar. Maybe lead, but we'll have to see about that."

"Curt Wild?" Kind of a weird name, but he does look a little wild, he supposes. He grins. "The sitar."

"The sitar." Well, he's not going to reject it out of hand, and he does want to get a group with something of a unique sound, but still.

"You do realize this is an audition for a rock band, right?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah." Well, he realizes that it's an audition for a band, anyway. "Well, I helped out in Chicago. You know, the musical that we had the other month? Lorne liked how I played, so he made me a part of the orchestra. The pit." Demyx had come because after being in the City for so long, he'd finally started to realize that the people here usually liked his sitar, and were impressed by his magic. This was not common back home, so he'd resolved to get out more and show more people, so when he saw the ad he figured that he'd give it a shot.

And now he was realizing that he was more excusing himself. He was doubting his chances, but it's not like he was losing anything by auditioning.

"I don't think I was here for that."

Curt stares a bit and shrugs. He gestures for Demyx to come all the way in, picking up his guitar. He has a feeling he's going to need it for this one..

"Who are you?"

"Oh, it was actually pretty cool." He comes in the rest of the way, on Curt's invitation. "I'm Demyx!"

Jun's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together in excitement. "R-Really?! Oh man, that's awesome! I'll play whatever guitar you want me to!"

"Mmn." Curt's opinion on musicals is 'not for love or money,' but he decides to just keep it to himself. "So if I just play something, do you think you can come up with a sitar part?"

Demyx blinks. "Well, do you mean copy what you play or a harmony or something?"

"Could you play a harmony part?" He sort of shrugs. "I don't mean I expect you to improvise something perfect right away, but that you'd be able to figure out something that fits in with a song."

"Well yeah. I could probably do that better than following what you play. I mean, I can get the basic tune, but not every note, you know?" He blinks. "Uh, at any rate, I could do harmony."

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FFFF, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS. D:

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whoops i forgot to respond

Haha, it happens.