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Post by Justin Biermann on Sept 15, 2012 13:36:45 GMT -6
Justin nodded casually at Noah and slid a beer at him. "In the brief time we spoke at Sam's party before I had a paranoid meltdown and had to lie face-down under a blanket on the floor in her room for what felt like 24 hours but I'm told was 45 minutes, I'm fairly certain you were enjoying this dark lager."
He then stared pointedly at Adriana, trying to convey a psychic message along the lines of Let the cute boy drive you home, mmkay? Never in a million years would Justin have guessed that she was self-conscious about where she lived. It wasn't like he'd grown up in the lap of luxury. Plus, he automatically assumed Noah was just looking for an excuse to drop by her place. 'Sheet music'? Pfft. "Who hasn't Greg snogged? Actually, our whole social circle is entirely too incestuous. It's a wonder we're not all breaking out in cold sores, really."
He glanced at Bradley in bemusement when Adriana suggested an audition -- they'd pretty much already agreed to let both of them play, and neither Bradley nor Justin were anything approaching music experts. He looked at Adriana. "You don't..." he started, before sensing that this was something she wanted to do with Noah before nodding once. He was fully on board with this potential relationship that had been confirmed by absolutely no one but himself. He reached across the bar and prodded Noah on the shoulder. "Go. Keep in mind you're playing for a bunch of drunks, your best friend's girlfriend, and two guys who are apparently judging you despite knowing less about music than anyone. Try not to fall off the stage and you've got it."
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Post by Noah Coulson on Sept 17, 2012 12:58:03 GMT -6
"Thanks mate," Noah inclined his head to Justin as he slid him a beer, sliding the money for it back over the bar at him, "You were okay after that though, right? No crazy flashbacks or anything?" he asked in concern. He was fairly certain that Justin would never try something like that again - or at least never again trust Rhys Armitage to supply him with such substances. Then, "Woah, woah, hey!" Noah protested, flapping his arms ineffectually as though to shoo Adriana away, as she 'fixed' his hair for him, "It's just my hair, it's not hair in the sense that I did anything to it. But yes, we were rehearsing at Elliot's new place, it's pretty good actually, I mean it's not soundproofed like my garage so that's a little worry but he wanted us to play there for some reason," he shrugged casually, then adding to her in a conspiratorial whisper, with a slightly concerned look on his face, "I think Elliot's trying to set me and Greg up with his new housemates. Just because he's back together with Erica and all happy, he wants to push people together. Frankly, it's a little sickening to have your friend practically push you at medical students."
"I apparated actually, Faith's at home," the boy explained but shrugged casually, "I left the sheet music at home like an idiot, I'll just drop it round later or whenever you see me, whichever," he brushed it off like it was nothing because it honestly was... it wasn't like he'd used the sheet music as an excuse to go round her place, he genuinely had seen a collection of sheet music she might like while putting some stock out the other day. He did shoot a bemused look at Justin who seemed to be fixedly staring at Adriana as if trying to telepathically communicate something with her - it clearly wasn't working though. To brush past this he took another sip of the beer Justin chose but soon found himself frowning somewhat in confusion, "Oh right? Play here? Cool! O'Connor are you actually aware of this or did Ad shanghai you into it?" he asked light heartedly of Bradley before smiling, "In our defence we only formed at the start of the summer, but yeah I know the guys would love to play here if you'll have us. And stop blowing my trumpet, you'll give them false hope," he added to Adriana with an awkward laugh as she said he was brilliant. The awkward laugh turned into a roll of his eyes as she mentioned Greg. "Oh come on! Is there one girl in the world whose throat Greg hasn't stuck his tongue down?" Noah sighed exasperatedly before shaking his head, "I love the guy and all but he needs to stop kissing every single girl he's introduced to."
"Audition, what? But... but... there's just me," he pointed out reasonably, "If you're wanting the band, we kind of well... need a band to audition, I don't even sing lead when we play," he protested, fixing Adriana with a baffled look - she knew this fine well but he could sense in her excitement at the idea she'd overlooked the fact that he got extremely nervous when singing in front of most people, hence why he would never be lead. He shook his head repeatedly at her encouragement, "Ad, no, come on," he pleaded but then sighed, "If I do it will it shut you up?" he asked, nudging her back in the side softly before he looked to Bradley, Justin, Grace and Lacey, "I apologise in advance but Biermann, thanks, it's reassuring to know I'm not going to be facing Simon Cowell," he said quickly as he reached to unzip his guitar bag, apparently not quick enough for Adriana as she teased him. "I'd thank you to leave my arse right out of this," Noah called to her across the room as he reluctantly followed her to the small stage area, digging in his jeans' back pocket for a guitar pick.
He pulled up a stool and perched on it, doing a quick tuning of the guitar, checking with her while he did so, "Okay so you do the woah-ohs on the intro, I'll pick up the verse then come in on the second? Layer it over the chorus but you lead?" he suggested as he finished tuning and began to pick out the first chords of the song, nodding at her to come in with the oh-o-ohs before his voice joined in with hers a few bars in, "Once upon a time somebody ran, somebody ran away saying 'fast as I can...' " There was no way Noah would have ever done this if the bar was full, no way, but Adriana's sort of mix of teasing and flirting was enough to at least persuade him to 'audition' like this, even if Princess of China and singing a duet was definitely not what his band was about.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Sept 20, 2012 23:32:37 GMT -6
"Yeah yeah, totally fine," Justin replied quickly while shaking his head. It wasn't his finest hour, frankly. He normally trusted Rhys about as far as he could throw him -- so it was definitely a lapse in judgement on Justin's part, noble scientific intent aside. "I assume there's some physiological difference between myself and someone like Rhys, who can and will casually ingest basically anything short of rat poison and just carry on with his day. It's presumably due to my God-given gift of destroying fun, a purpose in life which I have come to accept -- nay, embrace."
Justin furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh. Duh, of course you did. I guess I associate you with Sam and all those guys down the street. I always forget you're still in Leeds." That put a slight damper on his psychic attempts, which didn't seem to be working anyway. "Can't say I don't envy you, a bit. It was nice living back in Manchester... being able to go to the local pub without running into every single person I've ever interacted with socially in my entire life."
"Oh, and Simon Cowell's just waiting in the back. Did I not mention that?" Justin added casually before practically shoving Noah at the stage. "You heard the girl."
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Post by Lacey Holloway on Sept 20, 2012 23:43:55 GMT -6
"I am not a drunk! Rude," Lacey said while sloshing her wine glass at Justin. She watched the proceedings around her with only mildly feigned interest, looking down at her nails every five seconds.
As Adriana and Noah left for the stage, Lacey quickly looked between the two musicians and the group behind the bar. "You like her!" she hissed insistently at Bradley while leaning forward dramatically, her eyebrows bouncing up and down. "I thought you fancied Lil because you were all like, saying she's not gay and then defending her right to let her freak flag fly or whatever, but you totally actually fancy that girl," she said while flapping her arm in some vague direction that did not indicate Adriana at all. She tried. "Oh my God, if it comes down to you or that skinny nerd you are sooooo not winning right now."
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