{ somekindawonder }
Even though Echo wasn’t the type to get nervous before meeting people - in fact, meeting people was the main thing that entertained her - she couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious as she strolled into the band’s practice. After all, their music was practically impossible to escape. She heard one in some random bar in the middle of Utah, heard it again as it blared through the cab speakers in Nevada, and then got to hear it live in California when she snuck into their show. What? She wasn’t above the idea of being a groupie. She had planned to hook up with a few people at a bar after the show, but somehow the guitarist, Oliver, stumbled right into her. It only took a few minutes for him to be intrigued by her and a week later she found herself being invited to their band practice. Oliver’s arm was hooked around her waist as her arm was lazily looped around his shoulder as they walked in, the band looking up from whatever activity they were doing before they entered the room. Lifting her chin a bit higher, Echo figured she’d introduce herself instead of letting him doing it for her. “What’s up, strangers? This one here is letting me crash your practice today.”