#band:start

[jemprice]

MSG ✉️ open

jeremy: what would it take for you to bring me a coffee right now

[geetahvrrison-blog]

☼ — snapchat // open.

GEE 𝄢 — i literally cant exist without coffee. GEE 𝄢 — i caffeinate, therefore i am.

[maxwelllchang]

“Oh I’m sorry,” Taemin said, bowing to the person he had just run into, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” He straightened up, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

[nahsage-blog]

LIKE // COMMENT FOR A STARTER FROM SAGE. 

[kimshikjin]

Shikjin sighed as his name was called up to grab his coffee, no matter how many times he came to this particular Starbucks, and no matter how many times he enunciates that it SHIK-jin and not SHIT-jin, his name still gets called as shitjin. “This is just not my day,” he mumbled as he walked back to the table he snagged, planning on spending the day figuring out some lyrics and melodies for the band.

[thenewchet]

so, how’d he find his way here? chet figures, in life, it’s best not to ask frivolous questions. sprawled out on the sand, the whereabouts of his shirt completely tossed to the wind, the new now’s frontman relishes in the sea breeze. salt air kisses his cheeks, ruffles his hair. bandslam’s festivities are easily a mile behind him; the shells of party noise picked up by the wind wash over him in waves. laughter. screams. clinking glasses. chet’s camped out on a remarkable level of serenity, thanks to today’s liquid diet and his trusted sidekicks, the remains of which are still tucked away in his jacket pocket for safe keeping. then come the footsteps, near-silent drumtaps toeing at the periphery of his consciousness. it’s only when a pair of feet enter his direct vision that chet lifts his gaze, lips pulling into a spacey smile.

“  oh, dude ... greetings ‘n salutations. ”  he’s slurring. the phrase sounds more like a single string of letters, a word of osbourne’s own invention. the thought elicits an airy chuckle. “ can i offer you somethin’? booze? good shit? company amid chaos? ”

[nahsage-blog]

sage tugs at the other, she really wanted to dance but didn’t have the confidence to do it on her own. “c’mon! dance with me --- pretty plese?” the girl pouts at the other, “just for this one song. i’m sure you’ve got some GREAT moves” she carries on, sage gives them a pleading look and she hoped they’d give into her. 

[holdenonforahero-blog]

@benodell

So. This was LA. Alright. 

 Holden certainly didn't dislke LA- far from it! He liked it quite a bit. But loved it? He wasn't so sure about that. And he knew he should have loved it- he was part of a great new band with a great new group of friends, friends who were just as passionate about making new, original, powerful music as he was. And yet something was missing. 

 Was it the fall leaves that refused to change in sunny California, while in Vermont they were all vibrant shades of amber and ornage and crison? Maybe, but probably not; they were just leaves, after all. It couldn;t be his family, the scummy bigots that they were. And yet Holden still missed something in LA. Oh well, maybe he just needed to adjust for a bit. 

 He thought over all of this as he sat down in a coffee shop on the same block as his new studio apartment. He looked for a table after ordering and receiving his latte, but could only find one with an open seat, and there was already a man sitting there. So, here went nothing. 

 "Hey, um," Holden started, "hate to be a bother, but there aren't really any other places to sit in here, so would you mind if I sat in this chair? If not, that's cool. But uh, yeah, could I? Please?"