UNLEASH THE TITANS, HIS MONSTROUS BAND
[locked to THE TITANS, aka students who aren't around, therefore the lock collapses]
Alright, look you guys, if you're not gonna take this seriously then neither am I. I know we're gonna blow the wizarding rock music industry off the map with this band, but we gotta start making things happen. A few gigs here and there, maybe a synthesizer or two. Sooooo what if our parents don't really understand it, or give us financial backing, or even respond in a manner that isn't dripping with disdain and hatred. We've got enough style to more than make up for it, capiche?
Oh, and hey, if we could please stop scheduling practices during my chess meets that would be fabulous. Can't exactly rock out to Styx when I've gotta certain smug Ravenclaw to beat, y'know what I'm saying?
Anyways. The entire point of this whole little endeavor is this:
Prog-rock, it's gonna be big.
[end lock that doesn't work anyways]
Alright, Zeusy, I wanna know what the hell is going on. I wake up, go to put a little mousse on this flaming head o' hair that you so kindly gifted me with, and I find that half my stuff's missing and I'm locked in a dungeon. I know you're not the brightest crayon in the marker bin, but this is a little ridiculous even for you.
[ooc: yes, he is fifteen and no, his dad doesn't 'get' his music]