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Conner Harrison

"All guys are assholes kiddos. The ones who say they aren't most of all."

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a character in “Battle of the Bands: This Time It's Personal”, as played by Savier

Description

Appearance:
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Name: Conner Harrison

Nickname: His parents calls him Harris, and his younger sister calls him Con, Con-Con when she tries to be 'cute'.

Age: 21

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Instrument:
Drums, He can do a little on both the bass and guitar, but he is not near the level of the band-mates specializing in those instruments. He has no singing talent whatsoever.

Likes:
Drinking
Smoking (Cigarrettes, does have a few large cigars he smokes to annoy people.)
Playing music
Napping
Humming
Tacos/Hamburgers
Chewy cookies
Ice Cream
His hair
Beards. "You want to know how a real man shaves? He doesn't. A real man doesn't shave."

Cats
Trying out random small town dinners and restaurants.
Cooking
Laughing at his own incredibly rude and harsh jokes.
Watching movies, gets frightened easily by horror movies.


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Dislikes:
Hippies
'Tolerant' people
Oreos
Anti-smokers
Commercials
'Rabbit Food'
People making 'duck faces'
Having to hear people drone on about their own miserable lives.
Sensitive people
People who try too hard to be 'different'
Any guy who claims to not be an asshole or be 'different from the rest of the guys'
Bullshit
Being wrong
Being wet
Chihuahua's
Being ignored
The nickname Con-Con.


Theme Song: Tear Away

Lyrics:I'm tearing away
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away
Break!

Hope there's a reason
For questions unanswered I just don't see everything
Yes I'm inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do

I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone

Do I really want this
Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go
Can you believe it
Everything happens for reasons I just don't know

I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone or anything but me
God damn I love me

I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone or anything
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone


Anything Else?:

So begins...

Conner Harrison's Story

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Character Portrait: Xavier Frontmayer Character Portrait: Adelaide Kansas Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Ceclia Zan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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ImageGrace Donovan isn't typically a big fan of cold showers, especially just after waking up, but the heat outside constitutes a change in pattern, and so she is given brief respite from the humid warmth. Of course, brief is, unfortunately, the key word in that sentence, and soon she is in her room once more, dried and dressed, restraining herself from simply spending the day in a bathtub filled with ice cubes. Summer may be the season of camping, fireflies, and freedom from school, but the heat seems to balance out the good and then some, leaving her to only be completely happy when distracted from the heat. But, at the moment, she'd rather think about the heat in order to distract herself from things like recent breakups and the fact that she will now be competing against her old bandmates. It's not them I have a problem with, anyway, she thinks, before dismissing the thought in favor of sending out a text to her new band members.

To: Adelaide, Cecilia, Conner
Avengers, Assemble! Who's up for band practice to distract from the heat? Meet at the smoothie bar, and we'll go from there.


She adds the last part because, at this moment, Grace is in desperate need of a cold refreshment of some sort, but is in short supply, as her house's refrigerator had chosen a rather inopportune time to freak out and break. She simply seems to be brimming with luck for this summer season. Anyway, the young woman knows that her group needs to start practicing now if they want to properly crush Devil's Lament at the battle of the bands, and snag that recording contract that has a reputation for catapulting young bands directly to the top of the charts. They haven't had the same length of time working together as Devil's Lament has, after all, but she's confident that the band can mesh together well enough to pull ahead.

It'll be a classic underdog story, right? Well, not entirely, but Grace is still crossing her fingers and working her ass of so that it'll have the ending of one. She hurries over to the keyboard in the corner of her room and snatches some sheet music that she's been working on off of it. It's mostly the lyrics, as she's been working on composing the actual sound of it, but she wants to show it to the others before wrapping it up. "Suzie, can you walk Sid while I'm gone?" she asks her younger sister, who is a freshman starting next school year, sticking her head into the younger girl's room. Suzie gives Grace a look of contempt from over the top of her book, A Brief History of Time, but Grace takes this as a yes. After all, she had given the girl the fan, no small sacrifice given that their air conditioner only ever pumps out lukewarm air.

"Wake up, mom. You have work in half an hour," she says, walking through the living room to find her mother on the couch, completely passed out and smelling like liquor. She has a cigarette in her hand that is dangerously close to falling onto the ground, so Grace wrinkles her nose and plucks it out of her hand, grinding it into the ash tray and shaking her mother, who begins to stir and show signs of being alive. "I'm up, I'm up, okay?" her mother grumbles, pushing herself off of the couch and slowly making her way to her bedroom. Reluctant to leave her mother to her own devices, but knowing that she should be at the Smoothie Bar before everyone else arrives, Grace sighs and leaves the house, grabbing the bicycle that leans against the bushes around the front door. She observes a yard that is in desperate need of a mowing, and flower beds that will require weeding and watering when she returns home. Grace forms a mental checklist to take care of all of this before seeing a stranger in a black car backing out of her driveway. She gives him a look to rival the one Suzie had given her before getting onto the bike and pedaling off.

Her clothing, if it matters, consists of dark denim shorts, and a loose black shirt. She's opting for the comfortable at the moment, as she more often than sometimes does. Grace parks her bike outside of the Smoothie Bar and goes inside. She orders a drink and takes a seat to wait for the others to arrive. While she waits, the young woman thinks of plans, music, etc- anything to distract her from the heat and from Xavier.

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Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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Conner Harrison




Vivid. Conner knew he was dreaming, but he was still there. The dark corridor stretched on and on numerous doors branching off here and there. Curious, he peaked through one to see a young fur-ball of a boy crying as he held an older woman's, his mother most likely, hand as a man walked away from them. Just as the man reached the car the scene disappeared and left only an empty room. Shutting the door, Conner continued down the dark hallway. It was not the darkness that spooked him. It was the silence. His footsteps made no noise. The door did not creak. Everything was silent and stale.

Braving it, Conner opened another door. This time he was 'greeted' by an almost touching scene of the same boy, now older but still a fur-ball, and older woman meeting a new man. The boy looked like he was stuck between hiding behind his mother and protecting her from the strange man that had a kind glint in his eye as he caressed the woman's hand. Once again the scene turned black, but strangely it came back with a scene that wasn't quite so touching. The woman lay on the ground a large bruise on her cheek as the boy held onto a some kind of bundle, perhaps a child? The man moved to strike the woman once more, and Conner rushed into the room, but whatever happened next was cut off by a loud bang.

Conner sat bolt right in his bed, sweat streaking down his bare chest as his hair clung to his face, pushing it out of his way, he scanned the room left and right as if trying to find that woman before his sense came back to him. In the dim light of his room, a flash of bright light was shining from the ground. Rolling over to get a closer look at it; Conner discovered it was his phone with two missed calls and four text messages. Conner guessed that it had vibrated over and over again sliding closer to the edge of the end table before the last text message sent it over the edge and the resulting crash must have been what woke him up.

Puffing out an annoyed grunt, Conner leaned down and scooped up the phone. "Meh, nothing important." He said as he tossed the phone onto the bed. He hadn't read the messages but the calls were from his mother, one text was from a random number, one from his sister, one from his roommate Steven, and the last from Grace. None of them struck him as worthy of needing to be checked on the spot.

Conner flopped back onto the bed looking up at the ceiling trying to pass the time by musing what they could want with him. Steven probably had nothing interesting to say, probably just wanted to say when he would be back from work. Who ever answered random numbers anyways? His sister probably wanted something. Alice was always bugging him for something or another, the last time the chick had the audacity to ask him to pick her boyfriend and her up from the mall! Really, what kind of shit was that?

Grace. It took him a few moments to remember which girl that was from the band. It clicked on, "Right." He said to himself, mostly because he wanted to hear himself talk, "The pretty one that the band is named after. Got the giant fucking stamp that says 'Lots of emotional fucking baggage' on her forehead." Conner let out a long breath, man, he needed a drink, but first a shower. His wet hair was starting to make his neck itch.

Forty-three minutes and one shower later


Conner stepped out of the upstairs bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and the other wrapped around his hair, scratching his stomach cause it felt good; he hobbled down the stairs and into the living room where he was met with a loud, "Argh, what the fuck! You can't just walk around here half-naked."

Conner snapped his head to the couch when he saw Steven and his girlfriend staring at him. Looks like they were watching something before he came down. Now that he thought about it what was her name again? Tori? Rose? Well, no matter.

"Excusi." Conner said holding up his hands before shooting his left hand down to grab the top of the towel that almost slipped down. "Thought I was, you know, in my own house or something. My bad." He said sarcastically before slipping through the right door into the small kitchen. "Y'all want something while I am in here?"

"No." A female voice said, "Weren't you supposed to be meeting your band at some smoothie bar?" came Steven's voice.

Conners eyes phased out as he tried to think about it. Was he? No, he would have remembered that unless, "Goddammit Steven, did you read my text message from Grace?" The silence that followed was all he needed to know.

"Hey man, I heard a bang and when you were in the shower I went to make sure you didn't break anything." Steven said trying to defend his position, "Plus, your not the most dependable person in the world. I mean this whole band business, what do you even want from life?"

Conner opened the fridge and pulled out the sweet tea and started to pour it. He was using it as a way to buy himself time to think. Honestly, he didn't care too much that Steven read his text messages; he had nothing to hide. "Well." Conner started, "I am the drummer which means I won't be super famous no matter what which is perfect. I intend to get filthy rich. Marry my 'true love' have like nine kids. Get a divorce. Be like many old rockers and start up another tour with the old band and rake in the money I lost in the divorce. Then I will probably marry some gold digger fresh from high school thus alienating my kids. I will probably die in the bathtub with a bottle of Jim in my hand and the rear of some dumb blond in my left."

"I am serious." Steven said, and Conner gave a shrug even-though he knew Steven wouldn't be able to see it. "So am I." He whispered.

"Don't worry. I will be out of your hairs shortly. Let me just get dressed and get on out of here." Conner said chugging the cold tea in one go and running up the stairs purposely making it look like he didn't see his towel slip off just as he was about to get to the door. "Whoops." Conner called.

Fifteen minutes and one outfit change later


Scooping up his phone, Conner slid it into his front pocket. Pausing to give himself a one over from his old worn plain gray t-shirt, his worn out carpenter jeans, his dirty white nike basketball shoes, his hair that was tied back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face, and his stubble that stretched across his chin. "Not too shabby." Conner said giving himself a wink.

Going back into the living room, he gave the two 'lovebirds' a friendly wave before scooping up his truck keys and going out the door. His 2001 Dodge 1500 was sitting as it always did. Sitting pretty. No, it was a dull brown, but Bessie was his baby none the less. Hoisting himself into the vehicle, he started up the engine and stepped on the gas as the parking break was still on enjoying the loud rumble his truck let out.

Content, Conner slapped the stick into reverse and shot out the drive-way into the road and onto the only smoothie bar he had ever been to in his life.

It was a short ride given the way he drive which was incredibly aggressive. Steven once said that he made soccer moms look docile, but hey, despite that he had never had a speeding ticket. He chalked that up to insanely good luck not skill. Turning off the ignition and cutting off a Blake Shelton song, Conner slid out of the seat of the truck and headed for the bar. "Please be the last one there." Conner whispered to himself. He didn't want to be like the second one or something and have to engage in idle chatter with some young girl that had jail-bait written all over her.

Stepping into the bar, he looked around the tables and booths for one of his bandmates before spotting the lady herself. Grace. Plastering an 'over-friendly' smile on his face, he waved at her and said "Hey kiddo!" a little too loudly as people turned to look at him. Dodging waitresses that shot by, Conner slid into the seat across from her, "so whats on the agenda today?" He said picking up the menu to look it over. He did note that it was just as he feared. God damn it.

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Kansas Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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Adelaide scrolled through her Tumblr. dashboard and tried to ignore the fact that her hair wasn't calming down anytime soon. Her phone went off and she grabbed it. The message was from Grace.

"To: Adelaide, Cecilia, Conner
Avengers, Assemble! Who's up for band practice to distract from the heat? Meet at the smoothie bar, and we'll go from there."

She sighed. She hadn't planned on going anywhere, but knew from her previous experiences in bands that it was definitely necessary. She'd been in a lot of crappy local bands, and she had to say that this one was the best even though the circumstances under which it was formed were sad to her.

Groaning, she forced herself up out of her bed and into her walk in closet, which was littered with shoes, panties, and giant tee shirts. Looking through the clothes on hangers, she finally settled on a Metallica T-Shirt, lace shorts and combat boots. She braided her long, bright red hair and put on a pin-stripe headband.

Adelaide had never really been a smoothie person, so she filled up a thermos with coffee. She was strange, drinking hot coffee on 112 degree days, but it was really her main source of energy. She threw her guitar into it's case, picked it up and headed out the door.

Her car wasn't the nicest but was way nicer than a lot of kids in her high school. It was a crimson 2007 Mustang.

She went into the smoothie shop and spotted Grace & Conner. If she wasn't hallucinating, it appeared Conner might have been trying to not check out Grace. She ignored this and sat down. She was the type of girl who minded her own business and stayed out of other people's.

"Hey you guys!" she said, sitting down beside them. "Where is everyone?"

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Kansas Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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ImageGrace is still sitting, sipping at a smoothie, when she hears someone shout Hey Kiddo! across the room. It isn't her first instinct to turn around, because the only person who has ever called her 'kiddo' in her life is one of the shadier men that her mother has brought home, but a few seconds allow her to process the voice that had been calling it out, and process it. Great, Kiddo. Fantastic, she thinks sarcastically, turning around on her bar stool to face a slightly older guy with stubble and a smile that could rival the Cheshire cat plastered across his face. At that moment, Grace does her best not to shoot back some rude retort to him, because he was the only good drummer that she could find around town. Most of the good ones were already taken, so she had been skeptical about someone with his talent having been uncommitted. Her first thought was that he was a personality issue or something, but that wasn't enough to keep her from recruiting him all the same. After all, though the phrase may be cliche, beggars can't really be choosers, can they? Grace puts on a smile and lifts up her arm half way in response, partially so that the people will stop looking at the man like he's some creature that just crawled out from under a bed.

As he nears and sits next to her, Grace is grateful to note that he isn't calling her Kiddo again. "Well, I was going to wait for the others to get here before going into detail, but I thought we could head down to the studio for practice, and I've got some new songs I've been working on, so," looking him over, the girl fears that he might take one look at her songs and denounce her as overdone or something. At least one of them had been written last night while watching a filibuster, and might have a bitter edge to it. The papers are in her messenger bag, which hangs against her hip at the moment, smoothed out to the best of her ability, because she'd written them on old crumpled pieces of paper. She takes another drink of her smoothie and raises an eyebrow at the guy. "Did you bring your sticks?"

Adelaide sits down and greets the two, making Grace's smile a bit more genuine, because this person she is far more familiar with than with Conner. After all, they'd been going to school together ever since Grace had moved here in the fourth grade, and have had several classes together. "Hey. Cecilia's not here yet, but she should be soon, I think," she greets Adelaide warmly, eying her guitar and breaking into a smile once more at the sight of it. Of course, Adelaide rarely seems to go anywhere without it, so she isn't too surprised. For a moment, Grace wonders if she had walked here with it, but then recalls that Adelaide has a car- a rather nice one, at that. Of course, Grace has been saving up for one of her own, but there are also bills to help out with, and books to buy for Suzie. Her mom covers the rent and most other bills, but Grace usually puts most of her own income towards food, anything left over, and Suzie.

"But, yeah, like I was just telling Conner, I was thinking that we could practice, because we need to practice playing together more, and then I have some songs that we maybe could look at?" The girl runs her fingers through her hair and takes another drink from her smoothie. It's nice to be in the coolness of a fully air conditioned building, as she is now- it almost makes her miss school, if nothing else. "So, we can leave when Cecilia gets here, I guess. Or, when people finish their drinks," Grace suggests.

"Did you guys get the info I sent out on the battle of the bands, by the way? Just logistics, I've turned in the application and all that a while ago," the question is one that she hopes she knows the answer to, because the things she sent out had maybe two lines on them, but she can't really be certain on anything. People are busy, after all, though she doubts it takes more than three seconds to skim over a few numbers and words. Still, she at least has time off between her two part time jobs, working at the local Bowling Alley and, alongside her mother, working for the local branch of Merry Maids, a cleaning company found all over the nation. Others may have to work more frequently than she. "Also, did either of you have any particular songs you wanted to look at?"

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Kansas Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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Conner was grateful for the large menu as it provided a divider between them. Now, as long as she didn't start idle chatter then all would be well. Honestly, Conner would have been fine with silence as he gazed over the menu. Conner nodded as she spoke to show he was indeed paying attention, "Well, I was going to wait for the others to get here before going into detail, but I thought we could head down to the studio for practice, and I've got some new songs I've been working on, so,"

The pause caused Conner to move the menu a little to raise his eyebrow at her. It wasn't her, no, it was her. Conner wasn't stupid nor was he deaf. Bands like hers did not lose members without some rumors and while he could give two shits as to what happened, someone writing songs after that tended to be bad news. While they tended to hold emotion that was all they held, and it would take a lot of work to make them good, but if she tossed a bunch of angst written songs at him; he would throw it back. They weren't pulling a Tylor Swift.

"Did you bring your sticks?" Conner gave a small nod, "Aye, in my truck. Back seat. I would carry them around in my pocket, but they tend to either poke you in the ribs or in the ass, and well, that can get both awkward to talk about and painful to feel." He said, and although he said talking about it was awkward; he gave no hint of talking about getting poked in the behind with long sticks was any more difficult then talking about the weather.

Conner gave a nod of his head to the new arrival, and while he would have given her more attention; he was absorbed in the menu. He started to mumble under his breath as he read the more promising smoothies, "Banana-Strawberry, hm, not too shabby. Cocoblast? Pass." Dropping the menu on the table, he called to a nearby waitress giving her a wave and a small smile, "I would love a Banana-strawberry smoothie."

Finally coming back to the conversation, "I would like to finish the smoothie first." Conner admitted cause, come on, if he was going to pay for an overpriced drink he was going to drink the damn thing.

He gave a nod to her talk about the battle of the bands, but he only gave it half attention as he took the time to examine both other parties, something he hadn't truly done yet. The new arrival whose name was really long, too long for him to bother remembering had fiery red hair, and if she was a year or so older, he would be a little worried that he was looking at a man-eater, but the braided hair look was nice. "Nice boots." Conner said dryly, he wanted to make a snide comment but decided against it. It was way too soon to be too much of an ass.

Grace was, eh, she was grace he supposed. Conner had only seen her a few times and most of that was when he was dragged to one of her old bands small concerts.

"Also, did either of you have any particular songs you wanted to look at?" This caught his attention. Leaning forward, Conner brushed his ponytail away from his face, "Yes, bring them all out." If any were any good, he would jog out to his truck and get his notebook and pen to copy them down. He would make notes about parts he believed should be changed or altered as well as take it home with him to allow him more time to consider it.

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Kansas Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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Adelaide looked curiously at Conner as Grace talked. He seemed to be very occupied by the menu, which Adelaide found very strange, but didn't comment on. "I'm sure Cecilia will show at some point," Adelaide said with a confident smile to Grace, turning her undivided attention back over towards Grace. "And I love looking at your songs, they're always beautifully written!"she responds.

While Conner only nodded about the Battle of the Bands info, which concerned Adelaide, Ade piped up all of her opinions. "I think we'll win. The guitar player in Xavier's band is a wanker. I've met him a few times."

Ade was still talking about Battle of the Bands when Conner said something to her. She didn't hear it at first, but after a moment she realized that he had said "nice boots." She looked at him funny, a little bit of curiosity in her eyes and a little bit of dislike. "Nice hair."

There was still a little tension when Grace asked about songs. Ade's smile returned. "You know I'm into metal and 70's British punk rock, so I don't know if my suggestions are going to be very helpful," she said simply, taking a sip of her coffee that thankfully had stayed warm.

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ImageGrace nods, "Alright, when she arrives, we'll wait for you to finish your smoothie. And me to finish mine, for that matter." At Adelaide's compliment, Grace does not blush, but rather grimaces slightly, because she is often rather bad at taking compliments, the sort to simply deny them rather than say thank you and move on. "Trust me, Ade, I show you maybe 5% of my songs, because most of them turn out to be complete and utter shit," she promises the girl, though it is only a bit of an exaggeration. Most of the songs that Grace writes don't even make it past her desk to think of music to. Some get music to them, but she just never shows anyone because they're too personal for that. She's only showing these because she'd rather not go up playing exclusively covers of songs that have been done one hundred times before. More likely than not, she'll try and get the others to write a song or two, certain that their skills will surpass her own by several thousand miles or so- give or take a few inches.

She watches Ade and Conner exchange sarcasm for a moment before intervening, because hostilities from the get go are to be avoided. Of course, a bit of sarcasm never really hurt anyone, not too badly anyway. "Right, so- one of them's about the Wendy Davis Filibuster? Not really that good, actually, and I don't know that we're going for the political band route, of course, but here it is anyway," she says, although she is putting down more music than simply that one. Well, there is that one among the papers, but it also includes a song she wrote just before the breakup, a song called 'Suzie's song' that's got lines that are probably cliche, like pinning down butterflies and such, written because she's afraid that she won't be able to send her sister, who's wicked smart, to college, and then a few other scattered pieces about things varying from love to pulling one's weight. There are about seven songs in total, some good and some so-so, some old and some new.

She smiles at Ade's comment, "Good point." The girl then tries to shuffle the papers in order, being chronically disorganized, and then smooths some of them out. "I have music written for most of them, but they all need some serious work, if they're even usable at all, to be honest. But, erm, if either of you guys would like to try writing some as well, that'd probably be better?" Grace had made a point to not include any of the songs she had written immediately after the breakup in the stack, because that seemed even more overdone. Of course, there had been maybe one sad song among those, and most of the others were more along the lines of 'eat my dust' kind of things. She had gotten over sadness by the distraction of competition, after all.

Grace takes another drink of her smoothie and, for a moment, sits completely still, waiting for them to read the songs like a defendant waiting for a rigged Jury's verdict, guessing the response but still, somehow, hoping that it'll be just a bit different than what she is expecting it to be. Expect the worst, hope for the best, right? Well, she's trying to stick to that, but when it comes to her own creations, Grace is rarely an optimist. This applies to money, as well. That's why she works so hard in everything she does, because she knows that anything less and you can expect dirt from the world, unless you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth- and even that can be taken away. Well, maybe her perspective varies a bit more on the subject- she often forces optimism, even, though it is far less effective than the genuine thing would be, of course.

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Character Portrait: Adelaide Kansas Character Portrait: Grace Donovan Character Portrait: Conner Harrison

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"Nice hair." Conner couldn't help but smile at that. Not his 'overly friendly' smile that was fake, but a real one. "Oh, ha ha. Don't be mad that my hair is better then yours." To dig the point in, he twirled a brown lock over his finger, the smooth hair rolling easily over his finger. He had always had amazing hair, in fact, when barbers trimmed it they wouldn't shut the hell up about it.

"Aw, I should probably mention this now." Conner said as they talked about Grace's old band. Leaning on the table, he said simply, "I don't give two shits about your last band." Continuing encase one of them yelled at him and cut him off, "I am not in this to help you get revenge by beating your last band. Honestly, I don't fucking care what he said she said or what they did. I am here to win. If beating your old band helps you feel better, then wonderful, but your main goal should be winning the entire Battle of the Bands. There are other talented bands out their besides this, Xavier guy's." Conner said waving his hand at the name that meant nothing to him.

The waitress zipped by slipping the smoothie onto the table with an obvious worried look on her face as she probably caught bits of the conversation, and Conner couldn't fault her. Some older guy cussing at two teenage girls would look odd, or maybe he was just being over-sensitive about his current situation. "Thanks." Conner said with a wink cause, why not? He had no intentions of doing anything, but flirting was fun.

"I have music written for most of them, but they all need some serious work, if they're even usable at all, to be honest. But, erm, if either of you guys would like to try writing some as well, that'd probably be better?"

Not wasting a moment, Conner's hand shot out and scooped up most of the papers leaving a few for the red-head, "Alrighty lets see here, and I can write a few if you want."

The first was one of those 'eat my dust' songs, but it held no true anger. No true power. Tapping his fingers on the table according to the written music, he shook his head, "No." He said simply, placing the paper away from him. Next was a sad song... there were some parts that would need to be meshed as well as some lines that would need to be cleaned up and shortened. The tempo needed to be slowed down. He frowned as his mind swam among the ideas, gliding the paper across the table back to her he smiled, "Keep hold of that one." Before going back to the stack.

Glancing over the Filibusters song, he rose an eyebrow, "Pro-choice I take it?" Although, he didn't really wait for an answer before sliding that one back to Grace, "Keep hold of that one too." If he had to pick, he was more pro-life. It wasn't the babies fault the mother and father were fucking stupid. Only in cases of incest and rape did he ever think it was okay, but he wasn't really the political sort, and it didn't stop him from noticing a promising song.

"Suzie's song." Conner whispered and tapped his fingers along with the beat, "This.. Here." Conner said holding the paper to the red head, "Read."

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ImageGrace blinks at Conner's little speech on the fact that they need to win, not just beat Xavier's band. She is quiet for a moment, before nodding, expression in full agreement. "Of course- you're right. The goal is the recording contract, after all," she says, looking rather determined. Her main motivation for forming the new band might have been to establish herself apart from Xavier and the band, but she had wanted to win far before any of that, after all. She intends to go all the way to the top with this band and with this band's music, because being able to make a living off of music is something that she has always dreamed of. Besides, with the money and success that is almost assured with the coveted contract, she can buy a car, send Suzie to college, and make sure that her mother is taken care of. There is more at stake here than simply her pride, even if she needs to be reminded of this from time to time.

She notices the look that the waitress gives them, one of concern, and sends her a reassuring smile before the woman walks off to take care of other customers. Grace goes back to her smoothie, sneaking glances at the others every now and then while they look over the music, but trying her best to just stare straight ahead. After all, having someone breath down your neck while looking at their neck can be a big pain in the ass- she knows this. Grace nods when he says that he can write a few, "I have a keyboard, if either of you need to borrow one for writing. Or, you could just write lyrics and we could try to put music to it," she suggests, before taking a long sip that finishes off the rest of her smoothie.

Grace listens to their little comments as they read through the songs, looking over each time Conner gives a sort of verdict on a song, and then again when Adelaide compliments her on what she has written. "I was never much for poetry, not like you, but, I guess putting music to it helps? Still amateur, but I figure that, if we win, we could take a song writing class, or, we might have slightly more time to write- or work with professionals," she adds, trying not to daydream about what it would be like to work with real professionals- work in top quality studios, with better technology.

She tenses slightly when he says Suzie's Song, because she had written that a few weeks ago, after Suzie had graduated, but had nearly scrapped it. Not because she didn't like it, necessarily, but because it had taken her so long to find a good musical composition for it. She had been almost obsessive with that song, but as soon as the initial excitement had worn off, she had wondered if it was too personal. Perhaps those songs are well received, because they have real emotion, but she hadn't been sure how well she could sing it in front of strangers.

Ade looks over at her and compliments her again, on the song in particular, and Grace fidgets slightly. "The music to go with it could be better, and I haven't really written for the instruments much or anything," she explains apologetically, trying not to be too pleasantly surprised by their reactions to the song, but probably failing. If she hadn't finished her drink, the girl probably would've started to drink it again to look away, but instead she just kind of glances over towards the door, as though expecting Cecilia to enter at this exact moment. Of course, the bassist does no such thing, so she looks back towards the other band members.

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"Of course- you're right. The goal is the recording contract, after all," Conner smiled at that glad to see she wasn't one of those crazy ex-girlfriends. He wouldn't push the issue, but to be blunt, if he believes for a single moment that their actions ever become just about revenge; he would quit the band. Conner had been in a band like that before, and he wasn't going to do it again. Ever. He had far too much pride to be used as a pawn in a revenge scheme. Again.

"Well, awesome." He said finally taking a sip of the banana-strawberry smoothie as the last song rested in his hand, "Very glad to hear it."

"I have a keyboard, if either of you need to borrow one for writing. Or, you could just write lyrics and we could try to put music to it," Conner thought about it. He always had a good head for writing notes, but it was always better to hear it out loud. "I don't need one as I have a bass guitar I use for that, but we should probably come together and play the song as it is and then work on it as a group." He said. He didn't need the keyboard, but perhaps Red would.

Using the time Red and Grace were talking about working with professionals, Conner scanned the last song. It was another eat my dust one, but this one held some fire and had some balls. "Hold onto this one if you can growl. If not, toss it." Conner said handing the last song he had of hers back.

"The music to go with it could be better, and I haven't really written for the instruments much or anything," Conner leaned back and closed his eyes pulling the song back into his mind. "I love it." Conner said simply, "I wouldn't touch a single thing about it because it holds your feelings in it." He said surprisingly sincere, "Its not the emotion of the song, its your emotions that will touch people. We can work on some of the instrumentals together at practice."

Conner opened his eyes, "Aw, right. Two quick things, I will work on getting us some small gigs between now and the Battle. We lack experience as a group." He said. Honestly, practice was great, but they needed real experience if they were going to do anything as big as the Battle, "And, we can use my truck as the band vehicle." He said with a wave of his hand, "It fits five people, six if we crammed, and I have a camper shell I can put on the bed to keep our stuff safe."

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Adelaide zoned out again after commenting on the song. It's not that she was bored, in fact, she was very interested by her band members, it just her mind usually raced a thousand miles a minute. She twirled her hair and tried to pay attention to the conversations, but she just couldn't.

It was only when Grace talked to her about poetry and how she'd never been into poetry that Adelaide came back to life. "Oh, yeah. I didn't think that you were a poet. It's just an emotional song, like Conner said. Emotion makes everything a lot better. People love to feed off of other people's misery."

When Grace mentioned the keyboard, Adelaide zoned back out again. She had played piano in her early teenage years and had been very inspired by Amy Lee, but a boyfriend got her into guitar and she never let it go.

When Conner said something about his truck being used as a band vehicle she immediately sat up. "I'll be damned if my guitar will be thrown into the back of a truck." She was very, very protective of her instrument and did not like the idea of it being out of reach in any vehicle. Ever.

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ImageGrace looks at Conner for a moment, somewhat surprised, because this is probably the most sincere sounding thing she has heard from him since having met and recruited him. She isn't really sure whether to be flattered that he likes the song, or worried that the smoothie is doing something to the normally sardonic drummer. When Ade chimes in, also praising the emotion, whilst mentioning the fact that audiences love to feed off of people's misery, she can't help but think of leeches. Well, leeches that suck away sadness, which doesn't really sound quite so foul, as long as one doesn't imagine them actually stuck to a person's skin while sucking the life source out of them. Of course, this train of thought leads her to dementors, from the Harry Potter universe, and she decides that she has had enough of allowing her mind to run away with the imagery of feeding off of misery.

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll talk to some people I've performed for before, as well," she offers, avoiding mentioning the fact that she had played there with her old band, if only because this drummer doesn't seem to want to hear even the slightest of mentions of her old band. Still, they had been locally popular, and she shouldn't have too much trouble booking gigs in familiar places- she hopes. Then again, there is always the chance that they won't trust an entirely new band, even if it has a familiar vocalist. Grace wants to believe that practice will make those things go away with a simple audition, especially as these band members, from their individual playing, are just as good as her old bandmates are. As far as Conner's offer of his truck goes, Grace merely shrugs. She doesn't have a car herself, and appreciates the offer of course, but doesn't actually have any need for something to carry her instruments. Thus, her attention turns to Ade, who will have more of a say on the transportation of an instrument that she seems to regard as nearly her own child.

The reaction given by the red-haired guitarist is to be expected, because, as previously mentioned, that guitar is basically her baby, and Grace has very rarely seen her without it. "Well, there might be room for you to lay it across your lap and mine, and I'm sure Cecilia won't begrudge you a bit of hers as well, to make space for your guitar. She might even react similarly in regards to her bass, right?" Grace tells Adelaide, tone becoming slightly thoughtful towards the end. Yes, she isn't sure that any of them will be willing to throw their instruments in the back, despite Conner's offer to throw down some protection for the precious devices.

"Anyway, Cecilia still isn't here, so I'm wondering if perhaps she's ill? We can start some practice without her, if she doesn't get here soon enough," Grace doesn't want to wait for too long, especially as Cecilia is certainly lagging at the moment, and they need to get to practice as much as possible. Their time is incredibly short, after all, and she is working a shift starting in a few hours at the local Bowling Alley, so that limits today's practice even more.

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"I'll be damned if my guitar will be thrown into the back of a truck." Conner raised his hand to his face and gave the bridge of his nose a nice long rub trying to fight down the intense pain that flared before his eyes. "I think you just gave me a tumor from your pure stupidity and child.." He was about to say before looking at the both of them, "Right. Suppose that isn't so surprising."

Conner took another drink from his smoothie to cut himself off from talking anymore. He wasn't about to go into where Red could shove her guitar. It wasn't like he couldn't lug his equipment around... No, wait. He couldn't. How did they think he moved his drums when playing in garages and other small gigs? He couldn't pack it into a giant case like they could, but then again, Conner never considered players of stringed instruments to be very talented. If they were, they would play drums. Or piano instead of getting caught up by the mainstream push to play guitars.

Placing the drink down to once again rub his nose, he let out a slow breath. He was getting way too angry over such a small thing. Conner repeated the mantra of being the adult over and over again as they spoke to each other. "Ok. How are the other band members going to get across the city or to different parts of the state? We won't be playing in the same town, in the same place every month. Unless you got a vehicle large enough to fit three people and their instruments." He said not counting Red since she already wore out her welcome in sitting in his truck. Speaking about his beloved Bessie like that.

"Anyway, Cecilia still isn't here, so I'm wondering if perhaps she's ill? We can start some practice without her, if she doesn't get here soon enough,"

Conner gave a shrug, "Your the leader." He said simply, "So lead on." Taking another sip he was rewarded with the dreadful sound of air and liquid fighting for space, the dreaded 'slurping' sound of a new completed drink.

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Cecelia Zan woke up to a stifling heat wave in a muggy, distrusting sweat. God was it hot outside! She could see sun blaring from her windows, of course a small glance at her watch told her it was already very late in the day, Cecelia was known for sleeping in super late in the day, especially when it was unbearably hot like today, but the heat was so bad today and her dad must've turned the AC off when he left for work hours ago, so she needed to escape the heat somehow. And that's when she remembered practice. Shit! ,she thought, groping around for her iphone in her messy room. She finally found it, cracked screen and all and found about twenty new messages blaring out on it. She panicked opened each on and then decided to text Grace that she'd be pretty late because she over slept.

Hey Grace, so sorry but I overslept, again, I just got up but will be heading over there in a minute, you guys can go ahead and start without me k

After that she ran to the bathroom down the hall, took the coldest, fastest shower of her life, threw on some old but very lose clothes and ran outside to her little beetle bug, and drove throws there practice, cussing herself out the whole while. What was she thinking she had left her band, her champion band, to wait for her. She felt like a total fail and looked a bit like one too, seeing as she still wasn't fully awake. Cecelia did end up making okay time, but only okay and as she stepped out of her car, bass in hand, she was wondering if her band mates would be pissed at her like she would be at them if they had done something similar.

"I'm here," she said meekly.