Stay Tuned RP

Mason
 "No, no, no," he hissed, stepping forward and literally snatching the microphone away from her. "Art is dead and you killed it. First of all, you're not nine, and second of all, this isn't some kind of Disney musical, sweetheart. Come back when you have a grasp on what real music sounds like and talk to me then." Mason glared back at the gathered people. "For the love of God, if any of you have any talent or good taste whatsoever, please step forward."

Chelsea
She blinked, a bit stunned for a moment, and then her eyes flashed and she turned quickly. Chelsea reached the steps and glanced over her shoulder. "You son of a -" she cut the insult short, deciding he wasn't worth her time, and stiffly descended the stairs. Chelsea didn't go far, positioning herself in earshot but out of sight around a corner. She had a plan for revenge in mind.

Mason
 "I'm flattered!," he called after her, snickering. "Alright, seriously, who wants to go next?"

Chance
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But then again, if he somehow successfully auditioned, it could be fun. Besides, he had to try. His therapist had told him he needed to try and get out and find something he enjoyed doing instead of sitting around making himself more miserable. He had seen the advertisements for this band and was instantly pulled in. Music was probably the only thing keeping him sane. He couldn't think of a better thing to "get out and do" then music. But standing here on the sidewalk as several people left the line and hurried away he was having doubts. He took a moment to close his eyes and take a few steady breaths. 

Chelsea
Anger simmered just below the surface at his remark, but luckily she had already left. Her plan was perfect. She knew she wouldn't be the first to be discarded by His Royal Jerkness, and she would keep an ear out for any good musicians. She would snag those people and start up her own band. The local music festival was coming up.

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Outlaw 
She watched calmly. Nice try Mase. Not getting me to back out that easy. She thought in amusement. 

Lynn

Lynn noticed she was next in line and walked onto stage, boots stomping loudly with every step. “Hey, I’m Lynn Stonewall” she announced. There was a drum set there already, so she went straight for it, wanting to get straight to the point. Lynn sat down, twirled one of her drumsticks once, and started playing The Pretender by Foo Fighters, adding some improv parts where it felt right

Outlaw 
She listened silently, waiting for her turn. She glanced at the dog as she placed her paw on her boot, sensing her anger. She ruffled the big wolf/Irish Wolfhound’s ears to calm herself. 

Mason
 For once, he listened quietly, nodding his head to himself as he scribbled a few notes on the notebook that he had clipped to his clipboard: Lynn (blue-haired chick), Nice song choice, pretty good,...; he left a blank space after the last comma. Mase waited for her to finish the song before walking closer to her. "Congratulations, you sucked less than the other two. You're in. Quick question: Is there anything else you might consider doing, other than drums? Don't get me wrong, you were good, but... I just need to know." Joey deserves the best. He's gonna get the best, and only the best.

Auberon
Auberon sighed and got out of his car (heyyyy he has a car) and walked slowly up to the line, staring down at the ground the entire way.

Lynn

She was surprised by Mason’s response, but was careful not to show it. “Thanks? Um, yeah, I’m good at guitar and pretty decent as a songwriter as well, but drums are definitely my main thing” she said, answering his question

Outlaw 
She glanced up. Auberon? She thought to herself. 

Mason
 He nodded, finishing his notes - guitar + songwriting, pretty intent on drums - before responding. "Alright, that's it. You can... go stand somewhere. I don't really know. Do something but don't go far 'cause we're all gonna meet up at my place after this." He heard the sound of a car door slamming shut and looked up, a small, crooked smile decorating his face. "Well well well! Look who decided to show up to the party!," he exclaimed in a mix of mock enthusiasm and actual enthusiasm, striding up to the front of the stage and looking out at the newcomer. "Auberon, right? It's so good to see you again. It's been a while."

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Auberon
Auberon stopped and stared at Mason, debating if he should say 'likewise'. "Yeah, it hasn't been long enough, but hi." he mumbled quietly, not bothering to change his facial expression. 

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Mason
 "Oh, don't be like that. Look, your little friend Outlaw's here. It's practically a high school reunion."

Auberon
"I didn't actually make it through high school, so I wouldn't know," Auberon replied back, glancing over at Outlaw and offering her a smile. "Now tell me again why I'm here?"