#lloyd meadow

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The Valleymen.

Lloyd Meadow, guitarist and main song writer. Part time dad.

Constantine Haselmann, drummer and sometimes vocals. Bitchy strawberry blond with a heart of gold.

Patrick Hencer, lead-singer and bassist. A well beloved disaster.

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To start with the band's history, start with Lloyd

Lloyd Meadow, born as Lloyd Malcolm, but he changed his name later, is the guitarist of the band.

He was once in a psychedelic band called "The Flameless Candles" who split up during the end of the sixties what made Lloyd pretty upset because they split up because of a bad critic.

After locking himself up in his apartment for several weeks, he decided to form his own band.

He went for a walk and ended up in a bar where he saw a band playing that was bad. Like really bad. But they had an amazing vocalist. This vocalist was Patrick Hencer who later became the main vocalist and bassist of Lloyd's band.

After the band's gig finished Lloyd went to Pat and tried to get him to join his band what was suprisingly easy. With Pat, also the drummer Constantine Haselmann and Pat's best friend joined because he's pretty overprotective about Pat.

So Lloyd dragged both of those nerds to his flat and recorded some songs with them.

And with those few songs they made their first album which was a gift for Lloyd's nephew.

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Day 2 - Their love interest

Theodore Hier, he and Lloyd know each other since childhood and have been together ever sknce basically.

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Kinda trying to do Inktober with these prompts and one of my ocs

Day 1 - A character

It's Lloyd!

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Valleyfacts #1

Patrick's favourite hoilday is Halloween. He is a bit alone with that in the band because neither Constantine or Lloyd share that, both prefer Christmas time and even used to celebrate it together every year.

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Another night

It's 3am.

That's what the big clock on the other side of the room tells Lloyd as he slightly moves his head.

"Jesus Christ.", he mumbles and turns his head back to the piece of paper he had been sitting over since yesterday, 10pm.

This week had been quite unproductive for him and he hopes that this will change in the near future. He had clearly made up too many plans, but it would be a nice thing to have at least his laundry done completely for once.

He yawnes deeply and gets up to scuff his feet over to the kitchen.

"Just to make tea..."

Eventually he also grabs the last rests of his dimmer, toast and tomato slices.

Back in his living room he sighs, looking at it.

The whole floor is covered with guitar string, loose papers and edgeless pencils. How is it possible for him to not have a sharpener?

He bents down, his back and knees aching because of the strange action, to sort and pick them up.

Oh, he forgot how soft the carpet was... It wouldn't hurt if he just...

He slides down, pressing his head into the fluffy blue fabric. He inhales the familiar scent and feel how his eye lids become heavier and heavier.

The lights are dim, the sky outside is as dark as ink and Lloyd thinks that somewhere outside a car motor is stopped...

And for some reason he is sure that the next day might end up in the same scenario as he completely closes his eyes and drifts off.

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*Lloyd voice* we all have a past.