Akira looked up to Daisuke as he made his own grand entrance, an eyebrow quirking at his words. It caused Akira to laugh slightly to himself, shaking his head as he lifted a hand in a half a wave. “Even more bland is the reason for this meeting,” he replied, casting another glance around for their manager. Where was that woman? He wanted this over with so that they could go get coffee. That and it appeared as if Muse was already losing herself in her own little world of music, something that made Akira wish dearly that his own instrument could be just as portable. Lugging around a full keyboard, though, all the time would never be advisable.

He watched her fingers moving over the strings of the guitar, able to picture in his mind perfectly the way his own fingers would move to accompany her on the keys. Add in the other three members and the song would take on a life of its own as it always did. It was Zion's voice that tore through his thoughts and he realized that his fingers had been absentmindedly moving over the armrest of the couch he was sitting on, trying to find their home on a keyboard that was not there. He blinked and looked over to her, his smile returning as he realized that she was still asking about coffee.

“Coffee, definitely,” he replied with a glance to the others before he looked back to Zion. “Practice session afterwards?” he asked her, his mind still partially on the fact that he wanted to get behind his keyboards again and soon. He liked to at least practice on his own every day to keep up with his skills but nothing ever beat out playing with the band, especially when they were on stage.

Daisuke nodded, reaching up and wrapping his fingers around Zion's hand. She watched him do so, as he pulled her hand back and kissed it, secretly pressing the tip of his warm tongue against her fingertip. She scoffed quietly at him, as Vermillion threw on a rather dark grin, and released her hand.

"I like when you get rough with me, but silencing me deducts brownie points." He joked.

Zion rolled her dark green eyes, turning them up to the ceiling as she tried to stifle a laugh. "I'm not trying to be your kind of Girl Scout anyways, Daisuke."

He nudged her and made a pouting face, before turning his attention to Muse. As she played, he grinned, and rather pleasantly switched his gaze from her to Akira.

"Such sweet melodies." He whispered, looking at Akira's fingers, and raising an eyebrow. "I believe we all miss our instrumental loves." He chuckled, twisting his fingers as though twirling drumsticks. "And how much longer? Do excuse me, but in five minutes, I'm going to leave and grab that coffee while you saps wait. I'll return when I'm finished drinking it, and I'll tell you all how wonderful it was." He chuckled.

Zion nudged him back and she readied to clap her hand over his mouth again, but Daisuke skillfully caught her hand. Now that was one thing about being a male drummer who was cocky and seductive. Cocky, because he loved to play. Seductive, because he loved to dominate. Both combined meaning that he was glad to show off how much stronger than most J-rock bandmates he was. His biceps flexed- and it was visible in his jacket. Zion reached up and smacked his cheek lightly, leaving him open-mouthed to her gesture.

"Down boy." She joked, before standing up to evade the next attack on her. She and Vermillion could go on for hours joking like the perverted best friends they were.

She turned and put her hands on her hips, tapping her lip as she looked up at the clock.

9:27.

"Yeah, I think we all know who's late." She mumbled quietly, sighing as she turned her head and looked toward the door, making a silent prayer for Del to show up.

Vain laughed slightly as he watched Daisuke and Naomi go back and forth at each other. "Your going to make me jealous, Daisuke," he said with a small smile. Yuu rose too his feet and started for the door. "I'm going for a light snack," Yuu offered. "Anyone want to come with? I saw a small shop on the way up here and I wanted to see it." Yuu stopped in the door way, waiting to see who wanted to come with him.

(Sorry about the short post. I'm having computer difficulties.)

(Gah! I'm so sorry! I didn't know the IC was up! I'll post ASAP tomorrow, or even tonight when I read and catch up on everything! I'm so sorry!!!!)

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Groaning, Kari turned over on her side. She opened her crystal colored eyes and sat straight up. It was thirty minutes until 9-and she had to take a shower and get ready. Now where was I suppose to meet everyone else...? Kari though bitterly to herself. She slpt out of bed and grabbed up her purple and black Rival. Kari turned on the phone, and noticed a text. She read it and, just like a sign, it read where to meet.

Quickly, Kari jumped in the shower, upset that she couldn't stay in longer, just enjoy the warmth rolling down her back in small beads. After she rinshed her vibrant colored hair, she stepped out and picked out her outfit for the day. After she had on her undergarments, she slipt into her dayclothes and took the wrapped up towel from her hair.

She shook her hair, than brushed through her hair and pulled it up in high pigtals. After Kari slid into her jacket and shoes, she sent a quick text and hit SEND, basically just telling she was leaving now and would be there in five minutes. She grabbed up her skateboard and put her cell in her back pocket.

When she was outside, Kari hopped on her board and in about five places, her band was in view. "So sorry I'm late, stupid alarm clock didn't go off." Kari said in a irrating tone.

Namara watched Enma for a minute and then shook her head, "No, it's not okay... I really am sorry." She said, lowering her eyes to her own coffee and then took a sip. She better drink it before it got cold.

Namara let her eyes move around the building for a minute. She saw another group that looked like a Visual Kei band. There was a guy who was a bit muscular for a J-Rock guy, it wasn't something Namara commonly saw so she let her eyes linger on him for a moment, from what she could tell he was a drummer. With a shrug she looked away and back at Emma and then at Illusion. "What are we doing?" She asked, taking another sip of her coffee.

She hummed the lyrics to a random song that was on her iPod, kind of random... Yes, but she didn't care. Namara could easily get something stuck in her head and then start singing it, she tapped her fingers on her guitar for a minute to the beat.

Akira was getting a bit impatient by the time twenty minutes past nine rolled around. He didn't like early mornings but what he didn't like more were unnecessary early mornings. His gaze switching over to Daisuke as he spoke, Akira let a smile come to his face at the words. "Indeed," he replied. They all loved playing their instruments and creating music. If they hadn't, they wouldn't have made it this far and wouldn't be together as a band. In Akira's case, especially, he was most alive when he was on stage behind his keyboards. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the wall, continuing to listen to the guitar melody.

Somewhere in the middle of Zion and Daisuke's usual bickering Yuu had gotten up and announced that he was going out for a snack. Akira cracked open an eye lazily to look at the singer before he pulled out his cellphone to check the time. He frowned, his eyes darkening somewhat at the fact that they had been waiting for a half hour for their manager. "I'll join," he told Yuu on a split second decision as he pushed off of the arm rest and rose to his feet with a sigh, heading toward the doors. He cast a glance over his shoulder to the others to see if anyone else would come. "Maybe we'll be able to get this meeting over with when we get back," he wondered aloud softly meanwhile.

((Sorry for the short post. I just got my internet back up and running))

Yuu turned and left the waiting room, Akira in tow. He took the elevator down to the first floor and left through the front door. Yuu stopped when he reached the sidewalk next to the street and looked in the both direction. "Now lets see, it was......this way!" he said to himself after a few seconds of indecisiveness. The singer turned left and started walking towards the nearest intersection.