Rom though for a moment about the song choice Sketch had made, she remembered hearing the song once or twice nothing really stuck out. She enjoyed playing more of the punk style bass lines herself but she was part of a band now it was no longer her choice alone, she so she just went along with Sketches choice as church and skate began playing in her head, she tried to remember the tune of chop suey but Nofx kept blasting it out, just as sonly as she had gotten the song out of her head Mr.brightside by the Killers began to play, another interesting song. You wouldnÂ’t happen to have any tabÂ’d out music would you? That would help along, I know hat song ur talking about but for some reason I am not able to hear it in my head right now Wow that must have been the most intelligent and sane comment she had made during the whole duration of the time she had spend there. And what are we going to do about a guitarest?
Sketch rose from her seat and returning into her apartment to look for tabs which she knew she had around somewhere. She was unsure what kind of variety she would have, as she'd rarely looked at them... being instrumentally challanged and all. She wished now she'd learned guitar. Although she'd always wanted to she never had the perserverence to learn. Now they were in quite a predicament. But once again, it was only the first day. 'Perhaps somebody would still turn up.' she assured herself. Absent-mindedly flipping through randomized pieces of paper stacked at least six inches high on her desk, she searched through doodles and essays and physics equations but no music. In frusteration she threw the pile to the ground. In pure luck, she spotted it. In the heap she grabbed up two papers, tattered on the edges but still relatively whole. Tabs for bass and guitar. Half perfect. She stood up and turned to return to the garage. Just as her spine straightened, a nerve pinched somewhere inside her triggering a ripping pain beneath her ribs. Suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of diziness, she clutched the side of her bed and held a paw to her chest. As quickly as it had begun, it had passed. She was okay again. "Wow, that was weird" She mumbled to herself, but quickly returned to her enthused attutude and returned to her bandmates. She handed Rom the paper. "Here you are. Guitar tab's. It may not be your most favorite song, but it'll be something we can practice a bit to get to know each other." <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>One of you can pick the song. You probably wont know half of the music I listen to.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry about the delay, guys, I've been really busy as of late. And so I shall have Rev here arrive late. :3 Oh, and I assumed the garage door was open - correct me if I'm wrong, I may have misread.</td></tr></table> Reveri had taken a detour and then gotten lost, finding himself completely absorbed into a world he had never seen. This place was entirely unfamiliar and it made him uncomfortable. There were shady 'dragons about and that caused the dark male to be tense. His fingers locked around the strap for his guitar as he walked and he was about ready to turn around and leave. Going back home to Janardan would probably be a wiser idea than lingering out here any longer. He sort of felt weird, really, walking around here. The male unhooked his fingers long enough to pull a cig' out of his top pocket and stuck it in his mouth in an attempt at relaxation. Rev' didn't even bother to light it, just kept it in his mouth, occasionally moving his jaws to give himself the illusion of smoking. Actually smoking right now wasn't even a possibility, in his opinion. When he finally decided to ask for instructions, Silvent was lucky enough to stumble onto just the right place. His destination. Shifting his feet, he halfheartedly knocked on the open door, then widened his eyes in surprise at the stuff set up, the instruments. Well, that was definitely not what he had been expecting. <font color=gray>"Err, sorry for interrupting. I was just, um, lost... yeah, so am I in the right place now or am I totally confusing you?"</font> He asked, with a charismatic, casual smile.
<span style='color:purple'>Yeah your in the right place alright...Or atleast I think you are</span> Nekhalla smiled and nodded she liked the look of this guy. He had a good feel to him. <span style='color:purple'>If you have a CD of it I can figure it out, sheet music is great but I can work from CD too.</span> She wiped a dust bunny off her leg. She then brushed another bunch off of her feet. The fall had gotten all kinds of stuff on her when she fell backwards, so yeah she was a little dirty. She hated having overly dirty feet so she carefully brushed the dirt off. Her feet were just something she was anal about keeping clean, it had to do something with the whole dance syndrome thing.
Rom looks up at the new figure that had entered and the instrument he carried on his shoulder. He was to be their guitarist she figured, wasnÂ’t going to wager any money on it though. She studied him for a few moments then looked at Sketch and her mention of a c.d. <span style='color:maroon'>CD would help out a lot, so I at least know what kind of attitude to put in to it.</span> As long as she had an idea of what was expected of her she could make up the rest off the top of her head. Practice songs would be good, so everyone gets accustomed to the others playing styles.
<span style='color:#336699'>Sketches head snapped up, a look of horrified devastation upon her face. "Oh bloody hell!" She declared. "I've forgotten my dry cleaning" And rushed out of the garage.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Im sorry. I shall be absent for just awhile. Keep going without me, I'll be back. Sketch just forgot her dry cleaning.... -_z </td></tr></table>
