Forbidden high No Return (Restart Thread)

Miroku turned and faced Zero:

''Hey you know, if you'd said you liked her, I would have let go man. But you played with my feelings behind my back. There's nothing you can say!!''

Christ**** he was pissed.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know. I screwed up, and it wasn't cool. You wanna keep on, throw a god damned punch and get it over with, and let's get over it. We've got a show to play."

<<talk about insensitive...>>

((Dude you realise it's only us 3?))

Miroku looked at him a few seconds.

''Nah never mind. It's allright. I,m just going to have to **** a couple of girls at the party to make me feel better, cause I ain't touching your shit dope''.

Getting back inside the place, he continued arranging it.

<<I know, what happened? Well, Ivy should be along soon, and we've got someone new signing up later, I already got the PM from them. Don't freak, it'll pick up. and if not, we can make it work with three. Kit and I wrote about a third of a story similar to this with only two main characters.>>

Zerø nodded. "Alright, then." He wandered back over to Asha. "Sorry about that. Now, where were we?"

(He's right. We're about the only one's ever on. No offense to the others I know you have your own lives to worry about.)

Looks at Zero. "Did i miss something, here?"

Zerø shook his head. "Nothing worth worrying about. Moving on..." He stopped. "I forgot what the Hell I was gonna say... This sucks..."

((I think the thread is bound to be destroyed))

(Yes. But so is everything.)

"Umm..." Remembers what he asked. But doesn't know what to say "I can't remember either. Lets just get this stuff ready shall we?"

<<I feel the same, but continue on in hopes that it survives. You must never give up hope... "Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down..." Dude... This thread just got Rick Roll'd...>>

He nods, a nagging feeling in the back of his skull that he's forgotten something as it hits him. "Oh, right... so... Just... think on it for a while, alright? No worries on when you get around to it." He picked up a few lighter boxes and began moving them, hoping his wrist didn't give him much more trouble. He was bad for overworking himself when he had an injury...

She just smiles and waves. "Ok." Starts hooking stuff up. "So when's everybody suppose to show?

"Couple of hours. We aren't going to have time to practice after this all gets set up." He shakes his head. "I should've worked a little harder on it the last few days, oh well..." He drops the boxes, moving a heavy amp on top of them. "There, should extend its sound reach a little..." He sat down, pulling a small bottle from the inside of his vest and drinking its contents. "I hate this shit..." He tossed the bottle* aside. "But it does ease the voice before a show."

(*Robitussin DM. Cough medicine really does help, trust me...)

(Bet that's what it was.)

"Oh, well. Guess we'll just have to hope everthing goes ok." Moves to another amp and starts hooking it up. "Oh, so who's the drummer again?"

<<why? would you prefer he downed a whole bottle of viagra? 😛>>

Zerø drops the amp he was moving, denting the side, but otherwise leaving it fully-functional and unharmed. "I... thought you called her? You said you knew the perfect person a few weeks ago..."

(Actually would be freaking Hilarious.)

Stops what she's doing, "I told you she couldn't make it Monday." points at Zero, "You said you could find some else. And that you already knew of a possibility."

Ayame silently crept out the window of her bedroom, her aunt wouldn't let her do anything she wanted. As she jumped from the roof, landed, and watched to make sure no one was up she sighed. She had been sneaking out like this for the past few nights now. Just recently she had heard a band practicing a few blocks dwn and knew they were missing a drummer, "lucky for me my brother acctually taught me how to play..." she muttered. She walked down the street but paused, "S...how do I even approach them? I mean come on, no one wants some random person coming up to them and saying "hi! need a drummer!" I mean sheesh, they'd think I'm either crazy or I'm weird." Ayame sighed, "This is just not my year..."

Zerø turned to Asha. "Shitf*ck..." He sat down, his eyes half closing. "Goddamnit, I wonder if we can find anyone on this short a notice that knows all of our songs... Well, our covers. we don't even know our songs..." He placed a hand on his head, resting his elbow on his knee, a look of disgust for himself crossing his face. "I could have sworn..." He shook his head. "No excuses. I should've worked harder on it..." He walked toward the front door, slamming his fist into one of the walls on the way out. "Goddamnit..." He never looked back. "I need to go smoke. Be back... whenever..." On his way out, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one and pocketing the packet again. He took a deep drag off of it, then tapped off the ashes, walking over to the tree Asha had dropped from earlier. He continued around the grounds, circling to the back of the school, and sat down on an old crate he saw there, keeping the cigarette hanging loosely from his lip as he tried to think of anyone he could get for one show this short of notice. He was short of ideas, and was starting to get pissed at himself. "It's been one of those f*cking days all god damned day." He looked up, the sun setting in the distance. People would be arriving soon. He swore aloud, listening to his own voice echo throughout the trees and nearby streets. He didn't care anymore. He lowered his head, dropping the cigarette and picking another up immediately to light. If the show was ruined, there was little to no point in bothering with preserving his voice for the night.

Finally Ayame kept walking, she headed towards the school, "maybe if I go to that tree I always sit under I might be able to figure out a way to talk to them..." When ayame got to the shcool grounds it was almost sunup. "urg, why can't i think of anything?" she sighed, "maybe..." she walked towards the band room of the school and crept inside, no one was there, and she walked towards the drum set hidden in the corner. She started playing the drum part to the few songs she had heard the band playing once before and let herself get carried away with the punding and banging.

Zerø pulled out his phone, dialing the band room at the high school. He knew no one would be there, but if he was lucky, that one kid with the wicked bad headgear might be cleaning with the janitors or something. He sat back and listened as it rang once... twice...

Ayame froze as the phone rang, "W-who could that be?" she wondered with firght. The phone rang agian and she inhaled shaply. She walked over to the phone and picked it up off the reciver, first she stood there scared half to death, then..."Hello? Who is this?" she asked praying it wasn't her aunt.