Building a Band (Daisuke/OPEN)

[Blaine Gesse]

Flash back a month or so; what did the days really matter?

It was graduation. He'd hit the end of high school, top ten percent or something, not best in class, but still, he did alright. But high school was over for him, and that meant it was time to party. Some were at the beach, some in crazy places like abandoned warehouses in such, and those nights seemed all a blur now, a splattering of colors, flashing lights, sounds.

But one night in particular he beheld still with alarming clarity. It was at his house, and that meant he should've been responsible. So their bassist Sean had had some rum which Blaine supposed he would replace, and maybe Sean had had too much, because when Blaine got down to the living room the guy was passed out on the couch next to--some other unimportant couple. Matt and Jessica, maybe. He was, compared to her, a bum, playing out of his league, skinny and pale compared to her busty blonde sex appeal. And anyway, Sean was passed out next to them. Blaine, ever the gentleman, woke him up and told him he ought to get straightened out before going home and taking a rest.

He stumbled on the empty bottle of Saint James.

Sean went to the bathroom and came out a little later, looking no worse for wear. He stumbled out of Blaine's house and into his car. No one stopped him. And then twenty minutes later they got a call. He'd crashed downtown and was taken to the hospital. Critical condition. Told them to call Blaine instead of his parents, who as it turned out were on a drug fling that night. Blaine, who as host hadn't had but a sip of beer, rode his motorcycle to the hospital. Sean was dying and he said such a stupid thing. Why had he said something so stupid? What awful last words.

"You're an awesome friend, dude. It's not your fault. And... And you're gonna have to find a new bassist. Thanks for it all."

And beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep went the heart monitor, his own little monotone swan song.

So.

They'd broken up after that instead of honoring his dying command. They all got kind of depressed anyway, and besides some were moving away for college. Adam (the synth/lead vocal guy who could play piano and sax and actually any of the instruments that everyone else played) was going to some music college out of state, and Nick (the drummer) went from using drugs socially to abusing them. It was depression that got him; Sean had been like a brother to him, since both their parents were drug users. He got into meth like his parents in less than a month, so.. yeah, he was out.

And just like that, it fell apart.

A month passed.

So... they needed a new one. There was some guy two years older than him that he'd kind of been on a friendly basis with in early high school. He seemed kind of drawn to the guy, even if he wasn't terribly outgoing. And Blaine always smiled at him. Anyway, the guy was a beast bassist, and Blaine needed to put a band back together. So he put up an event on Facebook, inviting all the musicians (Excluding bassists) he knew to come hang out and maybe smoke, since he installed this air vent in his basement. But he said it was alright if people couldn't come or didn't want to; really he only needed two or three of them to come. He personally called the Bassist guy, who it seemed wanted in.

So he'd bought some snacks, set up the XBOX 360, and rolled a joint or two ahead of time.

...yeah... that Daisuke guy should be getting here aaaaaaaaany moment now.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Blaine Gesse]

He got up from his bean bag chair. Had he fallen asleep?

Er... probably not. Whatever. He flipped on the light in his room and grabbed his beer bottle off his desk.

...he'd gotten someone to buy it for him earlier. Meh. His parents weren't home. So with beer bottle in hand, he went to open the door. He knew other people were coming, but he assumed the bassist would come first. He wanted him there in any case--sometimes the bass was what held the band together.

Yep, it was Daisuke. He let him in and gave him a sort of secret handshake-like greeting, smiling and saying "Heeey!", then gesturing to him to follow as he walked through the foyer to his room.

"Parents aren't home so we can turn it up to 11 if we want. Grab a beer."

There was a six-pack of beer sitting on a desk. And the jam session was about to begin.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Erik Severin]

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Erik had gotten word about some sort of get together on this side of town, and trekked his way there. He was curious, he was relatively new to this town and hey, a man needs some friends, he thought. Sure he figured he may of been intruding, but, he'd received an invitation from someone who themselves had gotten an invitation. Kind of confusing really, damn Facebook. Ah well, worth a shot, he figured. He carried a guitar case on his back as he walked down the street. He seemed to finally come to the neighborhood he'd been directed to in the invitation.. But where to from there?

Something normal was what Erik required. Just something that would get his mind off of his powers and the mishaps that have occurred since he had obtained them. Finally, Erik saw in the distance a man in a car getting out and going in a home. He assumed this was where he was supposed to be heading, though he wasn't sure exactly. Erik slowly walked up the street, curiously. If he seemed a little lost, it was just because he was new to town. He was still discovering some of the nooks and crannies of the place he had missed.

Erik approached the home, walking past a car and climbing up some steps. It was there he proceeded to knock on the door and speak out loud enough so the occupant, whomever that be, would hear him. "Anyone home? This where the band thing is? Some guy who got an invite sent me this way, said you were looking for talent." He stated aloud, hoping someone was listening, figuring hey, if it was, no harm done, he'd go on about his day as usual.

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[Blaine Gesse]

Yeah, it HAD been a long time since he'd last seen Daisuke. Probably at the New Year's party. Too long; the guy was actually pretty cool. He looked kind of... worried, though. But when he grabbed a cold one, he started to relax. "Ah, we can put it in the basement." He opened the door and descended the stairs to the concrete room below. Two joints were sitting on the computer desk in one corner, next to his laptop. The laptop was good enough to play Skyrim without exploding on top of his balls, so hey, it was good enough for him.

In one corner of the room was a trap set. 3 toms, a snare, bass drum, crash, ride, splash, and hi-hat cymbals. He pointed at it. "Some 17-year old kid said he was definitely coming. He's supposed to be a ridiculously good drummer."

He took a long drink of his Stella Artois and was about to ask what was up with Daisuke ('cause he seemed distracted) when there was a knock at the door. Ooookay. That voice sounded familiar.

He ran up the stairs, letting Daisuke either follow or set up his stuff, and opened the door. "Erik!" he shouted as he welcomed him in. Dude was an old friend, only one year older than him, so they'd kept in contact significantly more than he and Daisuke.

Though Erik would probably know Daisuke too.
Anyway. He invited Erik in. "You know Daisuke Sakuraba? He's on bass. Come on down."

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Erik Severin]

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Erik waited outside a few moments, until he heard some footsteps from in the home. Next thing he knew, someone came and opened the door.. And it was a familiar face, Blaine? Hmm. Odd. But Erik shrugged it off. Made things a whole lot easier when he actually knew the people he'd went to the house of. So once the pleasantries such as welcomes and all of that were out of the way, Erik walked in. "Had no idea this was your place, man." Erik said as he started walking in the direction of the basement. Erik started down some steps. "And I don't know the guy as far as I can recall. But, if he's a friend of yours, friend of mine and all that noise." Erik said with a bit of a laugh as he arrived in the basement.

Once he had gotten to the bottom of the stairs, Erik walked over and found an appropriate place to set down his guitar and take a seat. Then he turned his gaze on the individual already down there. "Guess that would make you Daisuke right? Nice to meet ya, I'm Erik, Erik Severin." Erik had a weird, happy go lucky sort of grin on his face that would probably put most people off. But he was a peculiar guy so it kind of fit as well as it should of.

He reached out and grabbed a beer off of the table and opened it up. Taking himself a quick drink before sitting it back down on the table and wondering to himself if this was it, or if more individuals were supposed to be showing up.. Wouldn't be much of a band with just three people, he thought.

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[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Was this the right place? He looked at the text again. Yeah... 3201 E. Poplar... Must be it. He took a breath and hit the doorbell.

He'd been sleeping all day until perhaps an hour ago. Last night was a little rough--he'd gotten in a close call with a guy running a dogfighting ring. The dogs, not exactly the smartest mutts, decided to attack Eli after he'd liberated them. Like, seriously? Why?! Anyway, he ran away since he didn't want to kill them. And he had to run fast.

So he'd been asleep. He'd dreamt of what today was going to bring.... he was finally going to join a band, with his drumming skills. It had been hard to practice in the apartment, but when his mom took him out to the cabin, she'd taught him how--and he played percussion in school, so he had plenty of practice. He brought drumsticks, in case they didn't have any or they broke.

He also dreamed about flying dogs chasing him through Gotham city, and Batman flew in and helped him, but that wasn't quite as relevant. So he already had some kind of expectations--he assumed the place was a dump, but it was a nice home instead.

Would this get him drugs? He didn't really do drugs. Ever. He'd never smoked before, and he didn't tend to drink. And he was a virgin--yes, sad story. Maybe the band would change all that. In some ways, he wished it wouldn't.

So. Here went nothing.

Diiiing.... Donnnng...

[Blaine Gesse]

Like seriously, another?

They seemed to be showing up just as the others were getting settled in. He actually hoped this'd be the drummer and anyone after this would be some weird instrument, saxophone or synth or sitar or something.

So _uu^up the stairs again. Open the living room. And there was a man. No, a boy. Whatever. Two years younger than Blaine and yet he was, well, buff. He'd expected some scrawny little kid, the way he remembered him from two years before when he had a class with him, and hadn't talked to him much afterwards.

Anyway. Blaine let him inside. "Grab a beer, dude, and kick it downstairs. I got a trap set and the other guys are already here. Let's make like friends."

And the two went down into the basement, the door shut behind them. I guess that'd mean the band's all here.

[Daisuke Sakuraba]

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[Erik Severin]

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Erik got comfortable on the seat he had taken, stretching out slightly.. Hell of a long walk over, he thought to himself as he waited for this fellow to answer him. Finally, the guy did, and his assumption was correct. This was the Daisuke that Blaine had mentioned prior to his coming down the stairs. The introductions seemed to go well, with Daisuke telling Erik it was nice to meet him.. All was going better than Erik would of expected with his first meeting with what was to be a potential band. Erik nodded and proceeded to reach into his pocket and get out a stick of gum, and proceeded to chew it. His sweet tooth had been calling for that for quite some time..

Next thing he knew, he heard the man who identified himself as Daisuke speak. Asking Erik just how long he'd been playing the guitar. "Couple of years. I know, not too impressive. But, I had a lot of free time a couple of years ago. Decided to do something productive and learned to play." Erik leaned down and started to remove his guitar from the case he had carried it in. The guitar inside was a red colored Gibson Flying V. Quite a fancy guitar that Erik had.. acquired? Yeah, acquired, in the past through the use of his powers.

Though he stopped for a moment when he heard something, then he gazed up in the direction of the stairs. He saw Blaine and this other guy, a newbie, at least to him anyway. "Guess we're all here.." Erik said as a small grin appeared across his face. Part of him was excited at this whole band thing. And part of him was curious about the people that surrounded him.. Just what were their stories? Ah well, he'd find out in due time, he figured. He finished removing his guitar from the case, and then took a small sip from the beer he had gotten earlier as he waited to see just where this was all going.

TAGGED FOR: ??

[Eliot Whitacre (Vex)]

Beer? But that wasn't even legal... He hadn't ever drank beer...

But regardless, he followed Blaine. Hr just felt that perhaps this situation was a little odd for him to be in. The door closed behind him with a resounding silence, and he continued over the carpeted floor into Blaine's room. Grabbing the beer, he descended down the stairs and found two other guys already there. One had unpacked his guitar and the other was already messing around on his bass. He said hi to them. "hey guys, I'm Eli." Blaine would probably introduce them to him...

He looked around the room. Fairly normal basement, concrete everything, and a computer in the corner, and... What looked like two little paper tubes, but a bit wrinkled and slightly see through. He walked up to them and looked closer. They weren't tubes, but rolled papers stuck together with some light adhesive, and inside them was... Oh. Ohhhhhh. They were joints. He'd never smoked before, so these finger length papers weren't familiar to him. They had a sort of mixture of green and brown in several shades. Tobacco was often mixed with the marijuana to cut it so they didn't waste it... He learned that from health class.

Anyway, his eyes finally left the joints and looked at the trap set. It was a nice garage set, which was expected.... After all, Blaine had the money. He sat on the throne and pressed down on the hi hat peel, testing it. He started out a generic rock beat. Bum bum bah buddah bumbadah bah! It felt nice and loose. Maybe they would start, and ignore that he didn't take any sips from his beer.

[Blaine Gesse]

Downstairs. Eli grabbed the beer, though he didn't take any sips from it. Hmm. And he sorta inspected the joints with a weird curiosity.

Well. Anyway. Oh yeah, introductions!

"So, uh, Eli is our drummer. He's gonna be a senior in high school, I think, and he's our drummer. Eli, this guy," he patted Daisuke on the back, "is our bassist, Daisuke. He's fuckin' amazing. Like the next Flea. Um, and Erik, he's on guitar. Lead, probably."

Sitting back in hismchair, He looked at Erik with mixed curiosity. "oh, dude. We can switch off on songs if ya want. Don't want to hog all the glory, this ain't Blainey and the Jets or anything." he laughed casually as he sipped his beer and strummed a simple G7.

He reached over to grab a remote control and turned the ventilation fan on. He looked around quickly. "everyone smoke here?"