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[ctrlsacha]

▕ * ░ ✧*ﾟ festival festivities feat. kingsari

Sacha without a doubt had enjoyed every single one of the performances his housemates had put on earlier that day, and of course tried not to say that he had a favorite in the bunch, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t have a slight bias towards some of them. One in particular being Connor. The other musician had little faith in his own abilities, and often let his nerves get the best of him, which was something that Sacha often had problems with himself, but he was learning to get over that. He was learning to get over his anxiety of being on stage and he had been trying his best to get Connor to get over his performance anxiety as well. He was talented, so talented, and Sacha was trying to get him to see that. He was trying to get him to see that he was one of the people in Prove that had the most potential. 

Before the father of two’s set, Sacha had gone backstage to see him and give him a few words of encouragement, which turned out to be a little less talking and a whole lot more lip movement, but it was just as effective as a real pep talk would be. At least, that’s what it seemed when Connor got on stage and killed it. Sacha couldn’t have been more proud of him, and that was proven when he met him off stage and greeted him with a hug and a bunch of congratulations coming at a mile a minute. The faith he had in the younger boy and in his abilities was irrefutable, and that was clear to see to anyone who saw them interact with each other.

The two of them had parted ways during most of the day. Sacha wanted to give Connor some time to hang out with his daughters at the festival and win them a few prizes at the game booths while he stayed behind and watched the rest of the Prove members do their sets. He hadn’t seen a good number of them perform before, and he wasn’t surprised by their talent. Each and every one of them went above and beyond to put on a good who for the audience, and Sacha was sure that none of the patrons in the crowd would go home disappointed. 

Before the festival came to a close, Sacha set out to find Connor, hoping that he could find him and they could spend some time together before they all had to go home. Even though the crowds had dwindled a bit the later it got, Sacha was still having a hard time finding the other boy, and was just about to resort to pulling out his phone to call or text him when he finally caught sight of him. It wasn’t all that hard to see him, him towering over most of the people in the mob that he stood in the midst off. Quickly making his way over to him, Sacha nudged his shoulder gently when he came up beside him, giving him a look. “I almost couldn’t find you, man. Then I realized that I just needed to look for the tallest guy here.”

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Sky High || Grayson & Magenta

Having decided to push all of the foods aside for the rest of the night, knowing if he ate anything else he would quite possibly explode, Grayson made his way throughout the dwindling crowd, glancing around as more things light up so they could be seen underneath the darkening sky. It was sad to see the night coming to an end, the festival growing less and less busy, but it was also kind of comforting. And the rides had not shut down yet, nor had the games -- it only meant that the lines were shorter, and that was never a bad thing. He found himself wishing again that his family was there with him. He still had Jesse, but the night would be so much better if his parents and his sisters had accompanied them. Of course they couldn’t, he understood that. And his parents were separated, it wouldn’t be like the family outings as a kid anyway. Shaking his head, not wanting to start feeling glum all of a sudden after all the fun he’d had so far, he tried to decide which rides he needed to test out. He had already realized he didn’t have the time to get on them all, once his stomach had settled down enough he was sure he wouldn’t get physically sick, but he still wanted to. Partially. He also didn’t want to step foot near anything that wasn’t the Ferris Wheel. The rides looked so dangerous, and he was such an easily startled person. Not to mention that he didn’t want to ride them alone. Letting out a soft sigh, Gray’s eyes wandered again -- and then he spotted Magenta. A smile spread across his face as he saw yet another person he knew, and he found himself walking over too her. He’d been way too hyper earlier, but fortunately, his sugar high had died down tremendously. He was actually feeling tired now, but still fairly enthusiastic. He only hoped they would have another event like this at some point in the near future, and that he would be able to make it. He wasn’t the party type, or even the most social person at the house, but he loved things like this. “Hey,” he greeted his housemate, lifting his hand in a slight wave before letting it fall back to his side. “I was wondering who else was here. Have you had a good time so far?”

[ jfcmagenta ]

[ctrlsacha]

My phone’s memory is now full of footage of everyone’s performances today. I’ll be sure to upload it all onto instagram and twitter throughout the week, because I can’t do it all at once. I’d hate to spam people’s feeds. Now onto the funnel cake truck before the festival closes down for the night. You think they’ll give me the rest of the funnel cake at a discount price because it’s almost closing time? 

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It’s A Scene || Gray & Kamryn

Grayson could not think of a better place to spend his Saturday. The biggest problem was trying to squeeze everyone’s shows into his schedule and still have the time to do what he wanted to do when it came to games and rides, but he was doing it -- the best of his ability. He’d put off the rides for a little while, knowing that until all the food he’d taken in had settled, getting on any sort of ride would be asking for a disaster. He didn’t exactly want to be remembered as the guy who puked on the Cliffhanger. So after he’d managed to stop eating for a little while, and he didn’t feel the least bit uneasy, he figured it was a case of now or never. If he wasn’t careful, he would put the rides off until the festival ended, and then he wouldn’t have the chance to ride anything. Going over the list of rides in his mind, he figured the Ferris Wheel would be the safest bet. It wasn’t like it was something that went extremely fast or had twists and turns like some of the other rides. If he was going to manage to escape any ride unscathed, it was definitely his best option. So, breaking away from the current performance, he made his way down to the rides, making a mental promise to himself that he would be back in time to see the show end. He was determined to watch as many people as he could, because when it came down to it, everyone he shared the house with was crazy talented, and they had a lot of good songs. While part of him did feel like he needed to see everything to be a good housemate, he also wanted to. Who wouldn’t? Reaching the line for the ride he’d chose, he spotted a familiar face. Kamryn. She wasn’t someone he knew very well, but she’d always been nice to him and he’d love to get to know her better. He felt like there were a lot of people at the house he needed to get to know better. He might as well start somewhere. “Hey,” he greeted her with a smile. “Do you want to ride the Ferris Wheel with me? Unless you’re with someone -- it’s just really awkward to end up sitting beside of a stranger, you know. Like, do you talk or do you ignore them or what? You don’t have to,” he added, “I was just wondering.”

[ wtverkamryn ]

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Happy Faces || Gray & Sacha

It didn’t matter that Grayson was technically an adult, he should have been forced to have someone walk around with him, keep their eyes on him like he was a child. Setting him loose at a festival with no supervision, he was beginning to realize, was a bad move on Prove’s part. Or maybe it wasn’t their fault, he was the one that had willingly showed up, though he couldn’t exactly perform if he wasn’t there. But it didn’t matter, he would be there anyway, to support everyone else who was, and he couldn’t say that he regretted his decision. The problem was, he had taken in way too much sugar. He was nearly running everywhere he went, bouncing around with excitement, and though part of it could be blamed on the atmosphere, most of it was due to the fact that he’d managed to eat more cotton candy, funnel cakes, ice cream sandwiches, frozen yogurt, deep fried oreos and salted caramel bacon brownies from the Lobos Truck than he knew was possible. He had only saw the mistake in his ways when he realized that, if he were to climb on any ride, he would probably end up getting sick. But that wasn’t going to stop him, he was determined to test out every single one before the night was over. And if he did get sick, well, he would have to deal with that when it happened.  Spotting Sacha in the crowd, a grin spread across his face. He was having fun, but he’d have a lot more fun if he actually spoke to some of the people he considered his friends before the night was over. “Hey,” he called out a greeting when he was close enough that he was sure the other boy would hear him. “What’s up? Are you having fun? Have you rode any of the rides yet? Have you played any of the games?” He was talking way too fast, not giving him a chance to answer one question before the other slipped out, but he didn’t notice it himself, his eyes scanning the area around them. “This place is so cool, I wish they’d leave it like this all year long. I’d probably camp out here, all the time.”

[ ctrlsacha ]

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Games People Play || Gray & Tris

Grayson had never spent so much time at a festival. Typically, he would have headed home by the time the sun was beginning to set, he would have climbed on a few rides, played a game or two and then went back home to spend the rest of the night locked in his room -- but that was a terrible way to spend the rest of the night, and he knew it. It sounded a lot more entertaining to stick around, watch everyone perform, eat all of the food he possibly could, and have fun. Escaping the crowd at the stage for a few minutes, promising himself he would go back in time to watch the set wrap up, he headed over the games to see if any of them had a short waiting line. Looking back and forth between the options, trying to figure out which game he actually wanted to play -- because honestly, he wanted to play them all -- he happened to notice a familiar figure not too far way. “Hey,” he called to Tristan, hoping he would hear him over the noise. It was sort of loud, the festival was busier than Grayson had imagined it would be, but it wasn’t making him nervous like he usually was in crowds. This was the type of thing he could get into, unlike a party with alcohol and drugs. “Play the water guns with me!”

[ itstristanbitch ]

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All Fall Down || Gray & Charley

To say Grayson was enjoying himself would be an understatement. Taking him to any sort of festival was like taking a kid -- he wanted to do everything, and he didn’t want to stop moving until he had played every game, sat on every ride and tried every food the place had to offer. Of course, that was impossible, especially since he wanted to watch everyone’s sets as well, which left him feeling a little bit all over the place as he ran back and forth from getting foods and drinks to listening to whatever song was being performed to tossing a few rings to attempt to win a prize and then doing it all again. The thing that was strangest to him was the fact that he’d gotten the chance to perform himself. It was different than being offered a tour, and it was a little more nerve wracking, because no one at the fair was there to see him. At least, as far as he knew. There were a lot more reasons to come to this place. Everything had went decent though, leaving him with a sense of relief and happiness. Ever since then, he’d been scrambling all over the place. He’d probably burned off five hundred calories from running around, which might be a good thing, since he was obviously eating his weight in the snacks. He couldn’t help himself, he had no self control. And, with more food in his arms, Grayson was trying to run back to the stage area before he missed someone’s whole song. He honestly felt like it was his duty to listen to everyone, and he wanted to. There wasn’t one person at Prove that wasn’t extremely talented, and one day, he would have bragging rights for getting to watch so many of them sing their future hit songs before they were a household name. The boy was distracted enough that he didn’t see someone else standing there, or walking, possibly, until it was too late and he collided with them, popcorn flying everywhere. “Shoot,” he winced, glancing at them then to see he recognized the person. It wasn’t someone he knew, really, but it was someone living at the house. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, sort of breathlessly, his eyes falling back to the food that was now scattered across the grass. “I’m... I’m a klutz, sorry. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

[ adgercharley ]

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@justgrayt: THERE'S SO MUCH TO DO I'M STRESSED OUT