Acoustic Jam Session (open)

[Eric Beauford]

Eric rested his guitar on his right leg, looking behind him at the rest of his band. The Starbucks had specifically told Eric to not rock out too loud, lest they disturb the beatnik wannabes drinking foam-coated coffee and waiting for the next Colbie Callait to steal their brains for a few hours... and Eric wasn't very happy about it. Acoustic was the order of the day. He sighed, pushing his plastic nerd glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Well, all right, everybody," Eric told the mingling coffee-drinkers. "We're the Square Deal... my name's Eric Beauford, I sing lead and I play this piece of crap guitar, and the bass player and official page turner with the tattoo on his neck is Mattias Rieschterfal. Behind me is our awesome drummer Jonathan Waters-Price, and the dude with the nice guitar is Trent Donovan. We'll be just jamming for a while, feel free to request your favorite coffee-house tunes... we know just about every song that's been released in the past two years that wasn't sung by an American Idol reject."

"Dude, don't piss off the Archuela fangirls," Mattias whispered in Eric's ear, brushing some of his long black bangs out of his eyeliner-coated eyes.

Eric ignored Mattias and strummed a little. "So, for your listening enjoyment, here's a little something first sung by Jim Croce... called 'These Dreams'."

Eric nodded to Trent, who nodded to Mattias, who nodded to Jonathan. Within seconds a slow, melancholy beat enveloped the coffee shop.

"Once we were lovers," Eric sang in his emo-esque whine, "but somehow things have changed... now we're two lonely people trying to forget each other's name...
Now we're two lonely people trying to forget each other's name...

"What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know.
Now and then I feel the same...
But sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name,
Mmm-mmm-mm, these dreams...
Keep me going these days."

[iluvkels]

Kelsi walked into starbucks for a shot of caffeine, she'd been frazzled recently and needed waking up, major waking up. She walked straight to the counter in a daze and ordered a large cappucino, she decided to stay in and listen to the band that was playing, they didn't sound too bad, and she liked the American idol reject joke. She didn't mind TV talent shows but she often thought it was more down to looks then talent, she'd seen some great people get passed up while pretty bimbos with no talent stayed in.

When they finished their first song, she went over to talk to the lead vocalist "Not bad, but you could use a keyboardist." She smiled cheekily, she couldn't help it she wanted a foot in the door of the music industry and she planned to get it any way she could. Even if it meant joining onto another undiscovered band. =

[Eric Beauford]

Eric played the last note on his guitar and looked at the girl. Curly hair, and a timid demeanor... until she spoke. A keyboardist...?

Eric laughed awkwardly. "Well... we only bring our keyboard when we're rocking out. I play keyboard usually. And guitar. And I sing."

"I play bass!" Mattias called.

"Really, Mattias? I didn't know that," Trent said coldly.

Eric ignored both of them. "...I appreciate the veiled offer, Miss, but the thing we really need right now is a lyricist who can help us with a song that we're writing for Prom performer tryouts." Well, it was true. "Eric Beauford. I'm sure you heard the rest of our intros, so..."

But then an angry coffeeshop girl glared at Eric. She would. She rejected him twice last year. But the glare was to tell him to get going.

"Oh, hold on miss -" Back to the mic. "So that was Jim Croce's 'These Dreams'. Now we've got something a little different for you... an acoustic version of a Gorillaz song, called 'O Green World'."

"O green world... don't desert me now,
Made of you and you of me,
but what are we?

Stand to find
All the darkest stars among you,
Down in your events,
Doesn't seem so little to me..."