Griffith, a small town in the middle of New South Wales, Australia. It doesn't have a lot going for it, but it's not a terrible place either. Generally just a fairly quiet place where not a lot happens. There's one high school, one McDonald's, and only the one music store. If you've lived here your whole life, the chances are that you know at least half of the relatively small population. Most kids leave after graduating high school, to find bigger better things out in the world. But some stay, preferring to keep to the quiet comfort that Appleford provides. Or maybe they just haven't figured out what they want to do yet. It's not a bad place to try to figure that out.
Marcus sighed heavily, running a hand through his messy brown hair, leaning against a wall with his eyes flitting back and forth in front of him, seemingly waiting for someone, or something. He stood outside of Griffith's one rehearsal studio, which was conveniently located next to the music store that his dad worked at. He'd put an add out all around town, looking for musicians for a new project. "BAND WANTED. Guitarist/Vocalist looking for musicians to play music. Doesn't matter what, just want to play." It was very vague, but it was true. Marcus had played music since he could hold a guitar, always singing, playing and writing. He had never found the right people to form a band with though, so he was hoping that this time would be different.
He'd heard back from a few people about his add, and had arranged a jam to get to know the potential band-mates, and to see who would fit with him, musically and personality wise. He'd borrowed all of his dad's gear, two guitar amps, a drum kit, a bass amp, a keyboard and a PA to run mics through, and set it up in one of the rooms of the rehearsal studio. He also set up a table with a bunch of snacks, and a mini-fridge full of beer, hoping to earn some brownie points. But for now, he stood outside the studio, waiting and hoping for people to show up.
Marcus sighed heavily, running a hand through his messy brown hair, leaning against a wall with his eyes flitting back and forth in front of him, seemingly waiting for someone, or something. He stood outside of Griffith's one rehearsal studio, which was conveniently located next to the music store that his dad worked at. He'd put an add out all around town, looking for musicians for a new project. "BAND WANTED. Guitarist/Vocalist looking for musicians to play music. Doesn't matter what, just want to play." It was very vague, but it was true. Marcus had played music since he could hold a guitar, always singing, playing and writing. He had never found the right people to form a band with though, so he was hoping that this time would be different.
He'd heard back from a few people about his add, and had arranged a jam to get to know the potential band-mates, and to see who would fit with him, musically and personality wise. He'd borrowed all of his dad's gear, two guitar amps, a drum kit, a bass amp, a keyboard and a PA to run mics through, and set it up in one of the rooms of the rehearsal studio. He also set up a table with a bunch of snacks, and a mini-fridge full of beer, hoping to earn some brownie points. But for now, he stood outside the studio, waiting and hoping for people to show up.
