[[Scene: Battle of the Bands -- This Is How We Rock]]
[[Took place on May 31st -- PS Zio and I do the shortest scenes ever, wtf.]]
Klavier: *Klavier has taken up residence of the only couch in the back room at The Stick Drum. He puts his feet up on the nearby coffee table, where a poorly wired speaker sits, giving him and the other few bands in the back room a taste of what the competition is playing. He snorts and gives the speaker a bit of a kick, trying to get it to stop crackling before he turns to look at Daryan*
Klavier: Can you believe this, Big D? This does not even sound like rock.
Daryan: *Daryan is sitting right next to Klavier, who tries cupping his ear to make out whatever the band playing right now sounds like* Yeah, man. It sounds like someone is strangling a bunch of cats on stage.
Klavier: *lets out a small chuckle and smirks* Ja, it does sound like that. But then again, the last group on sounded like this too... *he gestures to a few people across the room*
Daryan: Yeah...In fact, they all sounded like that, man! *Everyone in the room stares at Klavier and Daryan rudely before Daryan glares right back at them.*
Adrian: *Adrian checks the sheaf of paper she's holding for what must be the fortieth time--most of the bullet points on the list have been checked off, and she's been rather busy finishing the ones that haven't--now, she just needs to find the members of the Gavinners. So, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she opens the door to the back room. Sure enough, they're there.*
Adrian: *she wastes no time getting down to business* You're after this next band. Are you all ready?
Klavier: *snorts a bit and plays with his hair a little, not even looking over at Adrian* Of course we are ready! Right Big D?
Daryan: *Daryan nods* Right. We'll beat these losers with ease
Adrian: Good. *Adrian reaches into her bag, pulling out a bottle of aspirin and a little bottle of water, which she hands to Daryan* Take two. How is your hand?
Daryan: *Daryan takes the water and the aspirin bottle without saying anything, hating to be bossed around like that, but he does need something to help from the bruises he got from playing football with Marshall.* They're fine.
Daryan: *Daryan takes two capsules from the bottle and swallows them with a little water.* Even if they were mangled, I'd probably play better than some of these guys.
Adrian: *she nods, the hard, businesslike look still on her face* I'm glad to hear it. If it starts acting up, the aspirin will help--and there's an ice pack on the table offstage for you if you need it. *she turns to Klavier* They told me that the sound levels have been fixed. None of the reverb you were complaining about during the sound test.
Klavier: *reaches over and ruffles up the back of Daryan's hair a bit* Ah, das gut. This place does not really have the proper acoustics for our sound... but that should help.
Daryan: *Daryan grumbles as he fixes the mussed up hair.* Yeah, it should be fine, man.
Adrian: Nevertheless, I don't need to tell you two how crucial this night is. I expect the best out of both of you, Mr. Gavin, Mr. Crescend. Is... there anything else you'd like before the show? If not, I need to find the stage manager *her voice trails off, and she's frowning, obviously unhappy with said manager*
Klavier: *rises up from where he was sitting and leans down a little; placing his hands on his hips as he stands eye-level with Adrian now* Achtung, Fräulein-- *a smile crosses his face as he tips his sunglasses down* Tonight we rock harder than we ever have. We are ready.
Daryan: Yeah, we know how important this is. We'll win or die trying. *Daryan smoothes out his pompadour with his hands with a cocky grin.*
Adrian: *Adrian meets his playful gaze with a completely straight face, a short and sharp nod her only answer* All right. I'd hate to think that my faith was misplaced. *For a second, there's the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth but then it's gone as she looks back at the list in her hands with a stifled sigh* If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
Adrian: *With that, she turns around and exits the back room, letting it close behind her*
Klavier: *looks over to Daryan once Adrian has left* So... You nervous, Big D?
Daryan: A little. This is a huge prize we are going to get...Plus I figured that there must be alto of people out there after my little promotion at my school, man.
Klavier: *brings a hand to his chest and taps it over his left side* Ja, my heart is pounding already. I am excited for this! We are going to be great, ja?
Daryan: Of course, man. *Daryan tries to listen into the band playing right now* Jeeze, they are taking a long time to screw up decent music, I don't even think they are on their second song yet.
Klavier: *listens carefully to what's going through the speaker, attempting to pick out the lyrics amongst the strained whining noises the singer is making* ... Today's Tom Sawyer, mean mean pride... Mein Gott...
Daryan: *Daryan is pissed that someone can butcher Rush like that and jumps up from his seat and grabs a glass bottle.* I'm gonna kill those hacks!
Klavier: Ah! Big D, calm down! *Klavier reaches over and grabs the bottle, trying to pull it away from Daryan* You can kill them after we win. Sit. Have a smoke or something.
Daryan: *Klavier managed to snatch the bottle away from Daryan, who grumbles again before plopping back down on the couch.* I swear, if one person even loves that band...I'd lose all faith in good taste in music, man.
Klavier: People these days do not appreciate good music -- but we will show them, ja? *he puts the bottle down and grabs an abandoned pack of cigarettes off the coffee table, tossing them to Daryan* Put one in your mouth real quick, I want to see how it looks.
Daryan: If it will get ya off my back...*Daryan pulls a cigarette out and puts in his mouth.* There. Happy now?
Klavier: Nein, nein. *Klavier reaches over and takes the cigarette out of Daryan's mouth* You need to be more... aggressive. *he puts the cigarette in his mouth, balancing it in the side of his mouth* See? Act like "Yeah, I saw the no smoking sign, so what?". *he takes the smoke out of his mouth and passes it back to Daryan*
Daryan: *Daryan scowls as he puts the smoke back in his mouth, moving it to the corner of his mouth before tossing his hands up.* How about now?
Klavier: Hm... *Klavier tilts his head a little, pursing his lips as he looks Daryan over* ... *he grins wide* Ich bin rüttelte auf. Shall we find the rest of the band and head out now?
[[translation: “I’m aroused!”]]
Daryan: *Daryan spits out the smoke right on to the table and gets up* Yeah, let's go kick some talentless ass, man.
~*~*~*~
Klavier: *Klavier and Daryan stand on the stage, along with three other bands. The judges voted on the Gavinners, Darkness Weeping Twilight, Bites Dust and the Mighty Fighty Shushbugs as the final four. Klavier idly plays with his thumb ring as they stand before the crowd; the final judge about to make his choice*
Announcer: *the last judge finally nods, and after a moment of conferring with the others--he scrawls something down on a piece of paper which he hands to the announcer, a 30-something with sunglasses (even inside), hair slicked back and clothing clearly calculated to make him look like he's still in his 20s*
Announcer: *he coughs, and then speaks into the microphone with a tone of voice that sounds more suited to announcing a wrestling or boxing match than a battle of the bands* Dudes and chicks, it looks like the judges have agreed on our winner tonight!
Announcer: The runner-ups, earning a years' worth of replacement strings and a 150$ gift certificate from Six-String Showdown.... are the Mighty Fighty Shushbugs!! *he applauds politely to join the cheers from the rest of the crowd--though the band looks disappointed they didn't get the big prize*
Announcer: And our winners... *he looks at the paper for a moment, as if deciding how to pronounce the game* ...earning a full record contract with Our Band Don't Suck Records....
Announcer: ...are the, uh. The Gavinners! *he pronounces it 'Gay-vin', but quickly recovers from his indecision and once more joins the crowd in applause*
Klavier: *As the crowd erupts in applause, Klavier jumps onto Daryan, wrapping his arms tightly around Daryan’s neck and his legs around Daryan’s middle* WE WON!
Daryan: *Daryan winces from when Klavier's legs hit the bruise on his chest* HEYHEYHEYHEY! GET OFF, DAMMIT! *Daryan tries to push Klavier off*
Klavier: *Klavier quickly realizes what he's doing and hops off Daryan, patting his chest a little* Sorry, Big D. *he approaches the front of the stage, snatching the microphone away from the announcer, throwing up a pair of devil horns with a hand as he addresses the crowd* Hello LA! Thank you for rocking out with us, but the party does not stop here! Join us at the Rusty Gust for the wildest after party ever!
Klavier: *Klavier has taken up residence of the only couch in the back room at The Stick Drum. He puts his feet up on the nearby coffee table, where a poorly wired speaker sits, giving him and the other few bands in the back room a taste of what the competition is playing. He snorts and gives the speaker a bit of a kick, trying to get it to stop crackling before he turns to look at Daryan*
Klavier: Can you believe this, Big D? This does not even sound like rock.
Daryan: *Daryan is sitting right next to Klavier, who tries cupping his ear to make out whatever the band playing right now sounds like* Yeah, man. It sounds like someone is strangling a bunch of cats on stage.
Klavier: *lets out a small chuckle and smirks* Ja, it does sound like that. But then again, the last group on sounded like this too... *he gestures to a few people across the room*
Daryan: Yeah...In fact, they all sounded like that, man! *Everyone in the room stares at Klavier and Daryan rudely before Daryan glares right back at them.*
Adrian: *Adrian checks the sheaf of paper she's holding for what must be the fortieth time--most of the bullet points on the list have been checked off, and she's been rather busy finishing the ones that haven't--now, she just needs to find the members of the Gavinners. So, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she opens the door to the back room. Sure enough, they're there.*
Adrian: *she wastes no time getting down to business* You're after this next band. Are you all ready?
Klavier: *snorts a bit and plays with his hair a little, not even looking over at Adrian* Of course we are ready! Right Big D?
Daryan: *Daryan nods* Right. We'll beat these losers with ease
Adrian: Good. *Adrian reaches into her bag, pulling out a bottle of aspirin and a little bottle of water, which she hands to Daryan* Take two. How is your hand?
Daryan: *Daryan takes the water and the aspirin bottle without saying anything, hating to be bossed around like that, but he does need something to help from the bruises he got from playing football with Marshall.* They're fine.
Daryan: *Daryan takes two capsules from the bottle and swallows them with a little water.* Even if they were mangled, I'd probably play better than some of these guys.
Adrian: *she nods, the hard, businesslike look still on her face* I'm glad to hear it. If it starts acting up, the aspirin will help--and there's an ice pack on the table offstage for you if you need it. *she turns to Klavier* They told me that the sound levels have been fixed. None of the reverb you were complaining about during the sound test.
Klavier: *reaches over and ruffles up the back of Daryan's hair a bit* Ah, das gut. This place does not really have the proper acoustics for our sound... but that should help.
Daryan: *Daryan grumbles as he fixes the mussed up hair.* Yeah, it should be fine, man.
Adrian: Nevertheless, I don't need to tell you two how crucial this night is. I expect the best out of both of you, Mr. Gavin, Mr. Crescend. Is... there anything else you'd like before the show? If not, I need to find the stage manager *her voice trails off, and she's frowning, obviously unhappy with said manager*
Klavier: *rises up from where he was sitting and leans down a little; placing his hands on his hips as he stands eye-level with Adrian now* Achtung, Fräulein-- *a smile crosses his face as he tips his sunglasses down* Tonight we rock harder than we ever have. We are ready.
Daryan: Yeah, we know how important this is. We'll win or die trying. *Daryan smoothes out his pompadour with his hands with a cocky grin.*
Adrian: *Adrian meets his playful gaze with a completely straight face, a short and sharp nod her only answer* All right. I'd hate to think that my faith was misplaced. *For a second, there's the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth but then it's gone as she looks back at the list in her hands with a stifled sigh* If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
Adrian: *With that, she turns around and exits the back room, letting it close behind her*
Klavier: *looks over to Daryan once Adrian has left* So... You nervous, Big D?
Daryan: A little. This is a huge prize we are going to get...Plus I figured that there must be alto of people out there after my little promotion at my school, man.
Klavier: *brings a hand to his chest and taps it over his left side* Ja, my heart is pounding already. I am excited for this! We are going to be great, ja?
Daryan: Of course, man. *Daryan tries to listen into the band playing right now* Jeeze, they are taking a long time to screw up decent music, I don't even think they are on their second song yet.
Klavier: *listens carefully to what's going through the speaker, attempting to pick out the lyrics amongst the strained whining noises the singer is making* ... Today's Tom Sawyer, mean mean pride... Mein Gott...
Daryan: *Daryan is pissed that someone can butcher Rush like that and jumps up from his seat and grabs a glass bottle.* I'm gonna kill those hacks!
Klavier: Ah! Big D, calm down! *Klavier reaches over and grabs the bottle, trying to pull it away from Daryan* You can kill them after we win. Sit. Have a smoke or something.
Daryan: *Klavier managed to snatch the bottle away from Daryan, who grumbles again before plopping back down on the couch.* I swear, if one person even loves that band...I'd lose all faith in good taste in music, man.
Klavier: People these days do not appreciate good music -- but we will show them, ja? *he puts the bottle down and grabs an abandoned pack of cigarettes off the coffee table, tossing them to Daryan* Put one in your mouth real quick, I want to see how it looks.
Daryan: If it will get ya off my back...*Daryan pulls a cigarette out and puts in his mouth.* There. Happy now?
Klavier: Nein, nein. *Klavier reaches over and takes the cigarette out of Daryan's mouth* You need to be more... aggressive. *he puts the cigarette in his mouth, balancing it in the side of his mouth* See? Act like "Yeah, I saw the no smoking sign, so what?". *he takes the smoke out of his mouth and passes it back to Daryan*
Daryan: *Daryan scowls as he puts the smoke back in his mouth, moving it to the corner of his mouth before tossing his hands up.* How about now?
Klavier: Hm... *Klavier tilts his head a little, pursing his lips as he looks Daryan over* ... *he grins wide* Ich bin rüttelte auf. Shall we find the rest of the band and head out now?
[[translation: “I’m aroused!”]]
Daryan: *Daryan spits out the smoke right on to the table and gets up* Yeah, let's go kick some talentless ass, man.
~*~*~*~
Klavier: *Klavier and Daryan stand on the stage, along with three other bands. The judges voted on the Gavinners, Darkness Weeping Twilight, Bites Dust and the Mighty Fighty Shushbugs as the final four. Klavier idly plays with his thumb ring as they stand before the crowd; the final judge about to make his choice*
Announcer: *the last judge finally nods, and after a moment of conferring with the others--he scrawls something down on a piece of paper which he hands to the announcer, a 30-something with sunglasses (even inside), hair slicked back and clothing clearly calculated to make him look like he's still in his 20s*
Announcer: *he coughs, and then speaks into the microphone with a tone of voice that sounds more suited to announcing a wrestling or boxing match than a battle of the bands* Dudes and chicks, it looks like the judges have agreed on our winner tonight!
Announcer: The runner-ups, earning a years' worth of replacement strings and a 150$ gift certificate from Six-String Showdown.... are the Mighty Fighty Shushbugs!! *he applauds politely to join the cheers from the rest of the crowd--though the band looks disappointed they didn't get the big prize*
Announcer: And our winners... *he looks at the paper for a moment, as if deciding how to pronounce the game* ...earning a full record contract with Our Band Don't Suck Records....
Announcer: ...are the, uh. The Gavinners! *he pronounces it 'Gay-vin', but quickly recovers from his indecision and once more joins the crowd in applause*
Klavier: *As the crowd erupts in applause, Klavier jumps onto Daryan, wrapping his arms tightly around Daryan’s neck and his legs around Daryan’s middle* WE WON!
Daryan: *Daryan winces from when Klavier's legs hit the bruise on his chest* HEYHEYHEYHEY! GET OFF, DAMMIT! *Daryan tries to push Klavier off*
Klavier: *Klavier quickly realizes what he's doing and hops off Daryan, patting his chest a little* Sorry, Big D. *he approaches the front of the stage, snatching the microphone away from the announcer, throwing up a pair of devil horns with a hand as he addresses the crowd* Hello LA! Thank you for rocking out with us, but the party does not stop here! Join us at the Rusty Gust for the wildest after party ever!