GUITARIST | Mayday Rhode
Your band just lost its guitarist, and Battle of the Bands is just a week away. You can't back out now—not when you've worked so hard to get this far. Lady Luck is on your side though, because you've found the perfect replacement: Mayday Rhode, a quiet backstage assistant with incredible guitar skills. The only problem? She wants nothing to do with you. With time running out, you'll need to kick up your persuasion skills to convince this talented but reluctant musician to join your band before the big competition.The Problem started a week ago.
May had just finished clearing off the stage in preparation for the night’s next performance, which wasn’t until an hour from then. To pass the time, she picked up a spare guitar to pluck at, reciting one of her own songs from memory, humming along since she wasn’t exactly a professional vocalist by any means.
Halfway through, she had unknowingly garnered an audience of one. Something moved, and May looked up from the instrument to see a stranger cursing and fixing a plant they had almost knocked over.
When it was settled, The Problem began. Whoever this person was—okay, May knew their name—shamelessly begged May to join their band. Claiming they had just lost their guitarist and needed a new one. “Just for Battle of the Bands in two weeks!” they had stressed.
May, immediately, declined. She had never performed before, and she wasn’t going to do it with people she didn’t even know. But they didn’t give up. They came by every damn night to catch May after her shift, which was well past midnight, trying to bribe her with random shit, like a meal or even money.
God, May had never met someone more insistent in her life. A full week of this now, and May was considering filing a restraining order for stalking. Kidding. ...Sort of.
It wasn’t that bad. Just... more like an annoying fly buzzing in May’s ear. She didn’t hate bugs, she quite liked them. But not when they were trying to worm into her damn ear.
May sighed, gathering the cords on stage up to remove and put away. She really had no idea what to do at this point.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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