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All Damien could really think while his band mates and various sound people set up the stage was: How had he been stuck with setting up? Caleb was the one that was technically in charge of everything; setting up gigs, making sure the equipment was in order, making sure it was all set up right. So where the hell was he? Oh, that's right, wandering around trying to keep an eye on his sister. The raven haired boy heaved an exasperated groan, adjusting the bothersome golden mask that covered almost half of his face. The mask was ridiculous. His suit that was just a few shades darker was ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous-- at least to him. And even then he had his reasons for thinking so, not that he would even dare to let them enter his mind. "Yo, Bash!" He called out to their bassist, glancing around the fairly nice sized area that was serving at their stage. "We got everything set up yet, or is there still some crap in the van?"

((seriously. I am so jealous of your writing style.))

Bash’s head cocked up at the sound of Damien calling his name. He was plugging in one of the last chords, this one being for his bass. He peered over the amp in a playful tone, “Nah, DC, I got the last bit. We should be good. Where the hell is Caleb? He better not be OCD about how I set up his drums. It’s that bastards fault for not being here.” He set his bass on his stand, before dusting off his black dress pants. The stupid mask was blocking like half of his view and he was ready to totally just rip it off his face. He let out a sigh as he pointed to the ugly thing on his face, “This is totally dumb. I don’t understand how people get into this kind of stuff.” His tux was an old use hand me down, and you could tell. It was fraying, and there was a whole one of the elbows of jacket. He wasn’t one for fancy parties, but it was a cool gig, so he wasn’t going to turn it down because he didn’t want to be the odd looking loser compare to the sea of rich kids.

(( omg don't be! I b.s. about half of what I write lmao. ))

Damien took a moment to just-- breathe, reaching into his pocket for his phone when it signaled him of a new text. Reese. It took a bit of effort to force his lips to remain in a straight line, quickly sending off a reply before returning his attention to Sebastien. He rolled his eyes while slipping his phone back into his suit pocket, glancing around the stage before commenting, "It all looks alright to me. If Caleb bitches about anything-- just smack 'im. It's his own fault anyways. Pretty sure he's off stalkin' his sister right now." Heading over just to double check the amps were set up correctly and to the right volume, Damien snorted at the other's comment. Honestly, the whole thing really was dumb. "Man, I've been goin' here for three or four years and I still don't get all of this." Yeah, the boy had gone to a private school back in Georgia but they'd never had anything-- like this. The whole flashiness of the dance was ridiculous to him, and even over the years he still hadn't gotten used to it.

((lol i wish i could bs as good as you!))

Bash placed one of his hands on his hips as the other rested against one of the amps, “When does Caleb not bitch about thing, man,” he chuckled as his face brightened up in a smile, but you could see he was nervous. They did performances but not infront of the entire school. He awkwardly pulled at the collar of his shirt as he listen to Damien explaintion, “I don’t get how they can do this all the time? Doesn’t it get boring.” He let out a sigh as he pulled out his phone and looked at the time, “He better stop play protective older brother and hurry his ass up. We are up soon.” He palms were sweating (view spoiler)[ His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti, He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,The whole crowd goes so loud, He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out. He's choking how, everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity (hide spoiler)] and he nervously rubbed them against his dress pants and he kept reminding himself; it fine. It’s going to be okay. You are being a idoit. He awkwardly chuckled as he looked away from the big crowd of people as muttter, “Is it just me or is it hot in here?”

(( please you're writing is amazing! And I just laughed so hard at that Eminem reference lmao. ))

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, Damien practically deflated as he leaned against the amp as well. Bash had a really good point: If he had the opportunity, Caleb would literally complain about anything and everything he could. "If he start's bitchin' too much we can just duct tape his mouth. We're the only ones that ever do any singin' anyways," he answered with a snort of his own. Looking over his friend, he could see just how uncomfortable he was with this surrounding. And honestly? He couldn't blame the gut. "Havin' grown up with rich people, apparently this is what they do when they're bored." Damien had never really identified himself with other people in his social class; he had all of the stuff, had even created the personality to match, but even still-- it wasn't really him. Pushing off from the amp, the boy adjusted his mask once again with irritation and looked out at the dance floor. It was obvious that Caleb was more concerned about Aurora than this gig, but it was beyond ridiculous. "Eh he'll get his ass over here soon, he usually does." Glancing back at Bash, he felt a bit bad for just how nervous his friend was. So, quirking one of his infamous cocky grins Damien joked, "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I move to other side of the stage so you can cool down?"

((aw you're so sweet! <3 omfg i honestly fell on the floor to that last line. I honestly can't breath. Damien is my fave ))

“That is true,” Sebastien chuckled as he tried to let his nervous side, he looked down at his feet as if checking that he remembered to wear shoes. He hated dress shoes, they were uncomfortable, and he prefered to perform in bare feet, he found shoes restricting, “Good thing he doesn’t sing. Remember that time that we tried to put him in a track.” It reminded him on how during the Nirvana: Unplugged in New York rehearsal, Dave Grohl at the time wasn’t the strongest singer and the auto people kept lowering the sound on his mic even though he kept asking for them to higher the volume. He jokingly grabbed the duct tape they used to set up as if stating ‘I’m prepared.’ He slowly went back up to meet his gaze, “Yeah. I would love but yet hate having a brother like him.” He cares so much, which is sweet, but he cares a bit too much, but then again you can’t dislike your brother for caring about you. Bash didn’t know what he was expecting, but when the last joking words spewed out of his mouth, his nervousness his drifted away and he shot his friend a glare throwing the duct tape at him annoyedly, “You’re such a tool.” He was thankful about his friends seamlessly endlessly joking attitude because he made times like these, I almost easier to get through, “Wait, what song are we opening with?”

(( I only speak the truth, bbg <3 I couldn't help BUT throw that in at the end because it's just so Damien lmao. ))

Just the thought of that incident made Damien pinch the bridge of his nose once again, groaning this time in a joking manner. There was no denying that Caleb was a kick ass drummer and a pretty decent leader but-- when it came to singing the guy sounded like a cat whinging for food. It was great for them that the band had found that out early on, but being subjected to it had been close to torture. "Yeah, let's never...ever speak about that again," he answered in a playfully strained tone of voice, quickly shaking his head of the memory. Taking one last glanced at the dance floor, Damien was grateful so see that the topic of conversation was beginning to make his way through the crowd; noticing a frown on his features even at that distance. Clearly Caleb hadn't found Aurora and clearly that duct tape was going to be needed. "Not even my brother's that crazy." Shaking his head, Damien had to wonder just how focused Caleb would be that night-- only to catch sight of something flying his way, just barely dodging it. He glanced over his shoulder to see the duct tape rolling away, blinking several times before turning back to his friend. "Hey, it got you to calm the hell down didn't it? And uh-- I think it's...Maroon 5, Makes Me Wonder. Caleb's got the set list though."

((Awww bae <3 OMFG IT WAS PERFECTION <3 he is my spirit animal :*))

“Speak of the devil,” Bash responded as he took one quick look at Caleb’s face and knew that he was clearly having some troubles with Aurora, probably being finding her, and he quickly picked up the duct tape muttering in Damien’s direction as he held it up in the air, “I’m ready with you are.” He was joking, well for the most part, it truly depended on how quickly they needed to shut Caleb up before the show. “I don’t think anyones siblings are that crazy,” he responded with a soft chuckle as his gaze drifted back to Caleb who was almost in hearing distance. Sebastien grinned at the possible first song because he knew that he could play it in his sleep, and with that a bit of the nerves rolled off him like waves slowly hitting the beach. Once Caleb was finally by them he shot his bandmate a smile before playfully smacking his arm, “Bro! Where the fuck were you? We had to set up without you.” Bash peered behind him to notice that more and more masked people started to pile into the ballroom, and his palms started to sweat again. He cocked his head to the side as he quickly turn his attention away from the crowd and back to his fellow bandmates, “Anyways, You got the setlist?” He knew that they had gone over it last night, but it couldn’t hurt to see it again before they played. He knew that of course they were going to tape a page or two on the stage so that they could all be reminded throughout the performance, but he thought that maybe if he reassured himself that the songs were easy, he wouldn’t be as nervous.

(( Thank you thank you lol <3 I think we all need to have a those Damien moments every once in a while uvu <3 ))

It took everything Damien had not to grimace at Caleb's expression, being quick about sending off his last text to Reese before returning the phone to his pocket. The night before, he'd had a conversation with Caleb about his sister; forced to make a promise to keep an eye out for her. And he knew why, but he thought it was ridiculous. Damien couldn't help but think back to that conversation he'd had with Colette in the food court. Aurora would do whatever she thought was right for her-- and no one could stop that. With a snort at Sebastien's comment, he turned to joke about Caleb's whereabouts only to have his friend walk right past him--unusually silent--towards his drums. "Uh," he stated as eloquently as possible as he turned to face him. Clearly this whole thing was bothering their drummer more than it needed to, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with that. Especially when Caleb, still silent, simply handed over the setlist to Bash. The raven haired boy moved closer to his friend to peer at the paper, nodding his head before saying, "See? Told ya that was the song. Looks like everyone's here so we better get ready for the headmistress to introduce us." With a nod of his head, and significant glance in Caleb's direction, Damien moved to take up his position in the front; removing his guitar from its stand and slipping the strap over his head. Was he nervous? Yeah, a bit. But it was one of his favourite feelings; it meant there was no way he planned on messing up.

Bash had spent most of his time at Constance with Caleb, and he was never silent. He knew not to push him into talking considering that they were just about to go on, but he felt bad to see his friend like this. He wished there was some magical way he could pump him up before the show. He took the list from his hand and studied the songs. He knew that if Caleb wanted to talk, he would, hell he won’t stop, but judging from his silent, Bash wasn’t sure what to do. He was never in this state with him because Caleb was never quiet. He probably didn’t even know what the word meant, it just wasn’t in his vocabulary. But here he was doing sometimes Bash thought he would never see, he hope performing would lighten his mood. He nodded in Damien direction with a smile, “Yeah. You’re right, loser. Let’s get this show on the road.” Bash taped a set list down on the stage so that only the band members could see it before he mincing Damien, took his bass of the stand and shoved the strap over his shoulder. He was on the opposite side of the stage from Damien and Caleb was in the middle back. Sebastien stood in front of the his mic that he had already set to the perfect level, and he look down through the sea of people, awkwardly running a hand through his gelled cameral hair, as he waited for the headmistress to make her way on stage. He was nervous. Not because they were performing but because of where they were performing. He felt uncomfortable with these people’s eyes focused on him.

Well, this was definitely a situation that neither Damien or Bash knew how to handle. Caleb was someone that both of them knew pretty well; when the Caine family had moved to New York, Caleb was the first friend Damien had even made. But never once had he seen his friend in such a state of tension and distress. And it was only the beginning of the night. Allowing his dark eyes to scan the room, he only hoped he could possibly pick out Aurora (and Reese if he were being honest with himself) among the sea of masked people. One, he wanted to make sure the younger girl was in fact safe. And two-- well, Damien was curious about Reese and her...date. He refused to even think about the other guy's name unless he wanted to wind up in the exact same mood that their drummer currently was in. Clearing his throat, he double checked to make sure his own mic's volumes were set correctly, shooting Bash one of his signature cocky grins. "When aren't I right though, let's be honest." He adjusted his mask one last time to make sure it was fitted to his face correctly; gaze following the headmistress as she walked to the very front, barely aware of her announcing their band. He was grateful and both sickened by the fact that he knew what Aurora would be wearing, because right then he spotted her-- with Reese...and her date right beside her. It wasn't until Caleb was counting them off that he even knew they were supposed to begin playing; fingers stumbling over the strings, flashing a playful grin to the crowd as if he had meant to do it before he started singing. Ignoring the nauseating churning that had begun in his stomach.

Bash give his glare an annoyed glare, flashing him a finger before turning his attention to his bass. Giving the his favourite instrument a little smile as he ran his fingers around the outline of the base of the bass. (view spoiler)[ that sounds so weird but i’m too lazy to fix it. (hide spoiler)] Just keep your eyes focused on the music. On the music not the people. And more specifically not on the amount of people in the room. When Damien started playing, he noticed his little slip up and wonder if the boy was nervous too. Somehow, knowing that Damien was also nervous, but most likely not to the same extent made him relax. Then his time came to join with Damien’s guitar part, with the first strum of the bass and the steady drum beat Caleb was supplying, and Damien’s beautiful guitar playing, he lost himself into the song. Even before the words started, he was gone. His nervous vanished, just like that. Once Damien started singing, Sebastien added some backup vocals here and there, and he was no longer worried about the crowd. Worried about standing out. Worried about messing up. Worried about looking stupid. He was doing what he loved. The performing caused adrenaline to rip through his body. Bash lived for this moments, the moments where you heart beated so quickly you thought it would just pop out of your chest. Just like that. He was glad he didn’t chicken out. Words couldn’t describe this feeling.

For one reason or another Damien had a gift of causing his friends to flip him off- and as always he found it amusing. He gave Bash an expression very similar to a child that had gotten in trouble, but knew very well he wouldn't be punished for it at the end of it all. It was his specialty really. But with his attention turned back to the crowd that sick, churning feeling was growing steadily in his stomach. His gaze wouldn't leave Reese. In fact, he hated himself for even finding her like he did. It was a bit of an effort for Damien to keep his focus where it needed to be: On not letting his fingers stumble again; on keeping his voice the perfect pitch; on projecting the image of having the time of his life. Even if what he really wanted was for a sinkhole to open up beneath the stage and suck him in. You know, nothing too major. Every once in a while the boy would glance towards Bash-- taking note of his friend's loss of nerves and gaining some strength from that. After sometime, he was just going along with things like he always did; picking out girls here and there to look at directly, almost as if he were singing to them alone. Trying all that he could to lose himself in the music and the moment. Anything at all to keep his mind, and his eyes, from slipping back to Reese. The adrenaline; the raw and pure energy of the performance did help, even more so when he noticed Caleb had loosened up quite a bit as well. So when the song was nearing its end, and Damien could feel his pulse pounding along with the drumbeats, he was nearly convinced he'd achieved his goal. But only nearly.

(view spoiler)[( Totally feel free to pick whichever song they play next, bbg <3) (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[I'm sorry if the post seems a bit awkward, I gotta get used to Prosper ^^ (hide spoiler)]

Prosper had spent the past couple of hours stressing out about the performance, but the guys seemed to be taking it very well. Why was he worried? Well, it was their first public performance (Technically, since performing in bars didn't count), in front of every stuck-up rich kid of St. Constance, and honestly Prosper was worried the setlist might be wrong for the occasion, or someone may boo them…However, as he saw the crowd dancing to their music, cheering on them, and overall having a good time, he relaxed. Yes, Damied had had a little slip up at the start, but the boys were talented, and quickly made up for that by playing with all the energy that music induced them. Their passion was something that nothing that could take away from them, not even the stuck up St. Constance kids. Prosper was standing backstage, his arms folded over his brother's old graduation suit: black, torn in the sleeves and a little bit too small in the arms, but he wasn't uncomfortable. His feet tapping at the rhythm of the music while he scanned the floor, making sure there weren't any wires that could cause the band to trip. Could he be down there with the rest of the teenagers? Probably. Was he going to? No way. He felt more comfortable hidden behind the curtains, his eyes closed as he listened to the music his friends had worked so hard to learn, and feeling a brotherly pride by seeing them shine on stage.

(view spoiler)[ I'mma just quickly read this for a recap. Sorry! but honestly my fave part of the roleplay is the band (hide spoiler)]

Once the song finished, Sebastien couldn't help but peer out of the side stage curtain, seeing Prosper, gave him a sense of comfort. He quickly flashed him a grin before introducing the next song, "So, heres the second song of the night," he explained as he tuned his bass half a step lower, "Here's My Hero by the Foofighters." They started to play the song, and it wasn't until they finished the first set, before their break, that he was finally brought back into reality. He had completely lost himself in the music. And was shocked that the audience was into them. He placed his bass on the stand before heading offstage to meet with Prosper, whom was their band manger, to hear what he had to say about their performance. Was he was offstage placed his hands on Prosper's shoulders, and excitedly exclaimed, "That was hella rad, guys." Yes, they have down performances at bars, but he had never got this much of an adrenaline rush, ever. He let got of his, and shook his body out as he if to calm down after the performance, which was only about 7 songs, but yet somehow it only felt like a few seconds for him.

It was more than obvious to anyone that really looked at Damien that he didn't particularly want to be there. Well, specifically, he didn't want to be on stage. From behind his mask, every once in a while his gaze would wander back to the spot where Reese was with her-- "date". Even internally he seemed to spit the word with malice. Here and there the boy's fingers would fumble over the strings during a song; he'd miss a cue in the lyrics; a frown would settle on his lips. And this earned him a few concerned looks from some of the girls in front of the stage (which he'll admit kind of helped the situation just a bit). It wasn't until they'd reached the end of the first half of the set that Damien released a long breath. He removed his guitar to return it to its stand, heading to the side of the stage along with his bandmates only to find their manager waiting. "You're late," was Damien's only short greeting as he searched for the cooler they kept water bottles in. Yes, the nerves of playing the dance were getting to him. And yes, seeing Reese there with someone else only made it worse. With all of that in mind, and knowing they had a bit of a break, the boy began heading away from the stage. "Y'know what, I'm gonna get some air. I'll be back in five."

(view spoiler)[ *cough**cough* he should run into reese and Stephan. (hide spoiler)]

Sebastien's head turned to face Damien as he heard him state that he was leaving for a bit. He noticed his slip up during the song, and he wasn't sure why, he was strange of Damien, but he wasn't going to bring it up. Damien didn't talk a lot about that kind of stuff, at least not to him, and he wasn't going to stick his nose in where is shouldn't be. Bash sent his friend a nod, realizing that maybe some air would help him? He wasn't sure. Giving him a smile, he calling after him, "Ight, dude. Just be back in like 10, for the next half." They had like eight or nine more songs to do after, and they sure as hell couldn't do it without Damien. No way. He searched for a water, grabbing one, he opened it and started to take a few sips. Once Damien was out of ear shot, he turned to the other members, "Is there something I'm missing?" He said referring to Damien's slip up, it was possible that it was just because he was nervous, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to see the opinion on his other friends. He pondered what could of been on his mind, but he blanked. It clearly wasn't a girl, it wasn't school, it was them, possibly it was just the words, and he was over thinking it.

(view spoiler)[Ohohoho *cough* that can definitely happen *cough* (hide spoiler)]

Prosper broke in a smile with Bash's excitement. "It was" He said excitedly. It had gone well except for a few of Damien's slip ups, but knowing the guy it had been anything but nervousness. His smile turned into a frown with Damien's words. "I'm sorry man" He said, not even bothering to say an excuse, knowing the boy wouldn't listen nor would he care. He nodded after Bash, knowing it was better for him to chill before going back to the stage. Prosper's smile returned to his face after he left and he started getting the bottles out for everyone, throwing one out to Caleb and keeping one for himself. He shrugged at Sebastien's words, his suit tightening at the shoulders. "If there is, I'm missing it too" He looked at the crowd, but failed to find the boy. "He better be back in five" He added nervously, his hands twisting around the bottle. "Everything's coming out so good…"

Sebastien nodded in Prosper's direction with a slight shrug, "No knows what's up with the kid. I just hope he sorts it out before the next half of the set." He followed Prosper's gaze and nodded as he couldn't see Damien in the sea of people either. He imagined having to do the next set without there lead singer and he knew it wouldn't go well. "That loser better get back in time, because I don't know the lead vocals, and don't trust Caleb singing, ever." He chuckled as he tossed the other band member a smile. He grabbed a bottle of water, and started taking a few sips before adding, "Yeah. The crowd also seems so into it. I'm so amped, man." He loved performing, the joy is got was indescribable. He were more like Freddie Mercury than Kurt Cobain. He enjoyed being on stage, it didn't feel like a job for him. He didn't feel like he had to punch a in and out card, and pretend that he enjoyed it. He loved the rush.