Member
[Appearance]
[Name]
Goro Kenichi
[Age]
16
[Grade]
Year 2
[Talents]
Drumming, Writing
[Role Wanted]
Drummer
[Brief Background]
Being born the youngest of 5 brothers, Goro rarely got what he wanted. Goro's single mother had 6 mouths to feed, and getting by was a struggle for her. All 5 brothers coming from different male fathers wasn't helping her cause either. Goro's mom went through many relationships throughout her life, moving on from man to man. Hooking up with a man in the night, just for the dude to leave in the morning to never be heard from again. Working at a nearby meat factory, Goro's mom barely income to sustain a good environment for all her kids. All of Goro's brothers were forced to work at a young age to help with the income of the house, and Goro wasn't an exception. Goro would do anything from painting houses, to mowing lawns, to help building sheds. Anything he could do at a young age to make money, Goro would do it.
It wasn't until Goro was 9 years old that he took up drumming. Goro was walking home from helping a old family friend paint, when he noticed a giant crowd formed on the sidewalk, they all seemed to be looking and listening to something. Goro the one to never shy away from curiosity decided to investigate. After making his way to the middle of the crowd, Goro was blown away at what he saw. One man in about his mid 60's was sitting down on a chair, banging two drumsticks on two giant gray buckets. Also known as "Street Drumming", Goro sat there and watched the man play away. A few minutes later, the man stopped playing, a loud applause from the crowd started to form but quickly died out. The crowd dissipated as quick as it formed and everyone that was watching went on walking. Everyone but Goro walked away, Goro kept a eye on the man, noticing a small paint bucket near the man, Goro instantly knew what it was. A Tip Jar. Goro had just gotten off work, and it not being a "Real" Job, Goro gets paid on the spot. Walking up to the man, Goro dropped all the money that he made that day into the jar, and turned to the old man.
"Teach me how to play." Goro demanded of the old man, The old man looked to the kid and only laughed. "I'm serious." Goro yelled aloud the loud city sidewalk. The old man looked back to Goro, before standing up and looking down to him. The old man took a few steps back before looking at Goro. "Let's see what you got kid." Goro looked at the old man questionly, The old man pointed to the buckets. "Play." Goro walked up to the buckets, and grabbed the drumsticks that were placed on top of each bucket. Looking at the drumsticks, Goro started to play what came to him. Closing his eyes, and just feeling the beat flow through him. After a couple minutes, Goro opened his eyes to see a crowd formed around him. They started cheering like they did for the old man before soon leaving the two alone for the second time. "You're a natural kid. A real natural, come back every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and I'll let you play when I'm on break. Heck I'll even let you keep what you make during the time you play."
After about 2 years of playing Bucket Drums, and under the mentor-ship of the old man, The old man brought 4 buckets with him this time instead of just the 2 he normally brings. "Today is your final lesson. We will have a good ol' fashion bucket jam session." The old man pulled out a pair of extra drumsticks and passed them to Goro. Instantly the two drummers started their beat up, and went on for what seemed forever. The two were in perfect sync with each other, forming a bigger crowd around them than Goro had ever seen before, and more people means more tips too. Goro looked over to the old paint bucket. It was overflowing with cash, and by the time Goro and the Old Man finished the jar was full of too much money to count. "Take this, buy yourself a REAL drum set, and make a million more money than this" The old man had handed Goro the jar of money. Goro instantly started tearing up, and ran up to the old man and hugged him. "Thank you old man, I'll see you around!" Goro ran off with the jar of money, looking back to the old man that was hollering back to him. "See you Goro! And stop calling me Old Man! It's Ryuzuki for the thousandth time!"
about 2 years later, Goro had been practicing with his drum set that he bought at the nearest thrift shop. Although Bucket drumming and real drumming are different, Bucket Drumming did help Goro get on his feet with real drumming. Goro's drum set was located in his backyard, in a broken down shed that hadn't been used since Goro was born. Joining the Jazz Band for his middle school, he instantly stood out. Able to play any complex song they could throw at him, his teacher recommended he join Ongaku Academy for a real challenge and to push himself even further to be a better musician. Accepting his teachers offer, Goro instantly applied for the Academy and was instantly accepted. Goro hopes to push himself even further in hopes of becoming one of the best drummers the worlds ever seen.
[Five Words to Describe Character]
Hyper-Active, A Spaz, Friendly, Sociable, Jittery
[Name]
Goro Kenichi
[Age]
16
[Grade]
Year 2
[Talents]
Drumming, Writing
[Role Wanted]
Drummer
[Brief Background]
Being born the youngest of 5 brothers, Goro rarely got what he wanted. Goro's single mother had 6 mouths to feed, and getting by was a struggle for her. All 5 brothers coming from different male fathers wasn't helping her cause either. Goro's mom went through many relationships throughout her life, moving on from man to man. Hooking up with a man in the night, just for the dude to leave in the morning to never be heard from again. Working at a nearby meat factory, Goro's mom barely income to sustain a good environment for all her kids. All of Goro's brothers were forced to work at a young age to help with the income of the house, and Goro wasn't an exception. Goro would do anything from painting houses, to mowing lawns, to help building sheds. Anything he could do at a young age to make money, Goro would do it.
It wasn't until Goro was 9 years old that he took up drumming. Goro was walking home from helping a old family friend paint, when he noticed a giant crowd formed on the sidewalk, they all seemed to be looking and listening to something. Goro the one to never shy away from curiosity decided to investigate. After making his way to the middle of the crowd, Goro was blown away at what he saw. One man in about his mid 60's was sitting down on a chair, banging two drumsticks on two giant gray buckets. Also known as "Street Drumming", Goro sat there and watched the man play away. A few minutes later, the man stopped playing, a loud applause from the crowd started to form but quickly died out. The crowd dissipated as quick as it formed and everyone that was watching went on walking. Everyone but Goro walked away, Goro kept a eye on the man, noticing a small paint bucket near the man, Goro instantly knew what it was. A Tip Jar. Goro had just gotten off work, and it not being a "Real" Job, Goro gets paid on the spot. Walking up to the man, Goro dropped all the money that he made that day into the jar, and turned to the old man.
"Teach me how to play." Goro demanded of the old man, The old man looked to the kid and only laughed. "I'm serious." Goro yelled aloud the loud city sidewalk. The old man looked back to Goro, before standing up and looking down to him. The old man took a few steps back before looking at Goro. "Let's see what you got kid." Goro looked at the old man questionly, The old man pointed to the buckets. "Play." Goro walked up to the buckets, and grabbed the drumsticks that were placed on top of each bucket. Looking at the drumsticks, Goro started to play what came to him. Closing his eyes, and just feeling the beat flow through him. After a couple minutes, Goro opened his eyes to see a crowd formed around him. They started cheering like they did for the old man before soon leaving the two alone for the second time. "You're a natural kid. A real natural, come back every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and I'll let you play when I'm on break. Heck I'll even let you keep what you make during the time you play."
After about 2 years of playing Bucket Drums, and under the mentor-ship of the old man, The old man brought 4 buckets with him this time instead of just the 2 he normally brings. "Today is your final lesson. We will have a good ol' fashion bucket jam session." The old man pulled out a pair of extra drumsticks and passed them to Goro. Instantly the two drummers started their beat up, and went on for what seemed forever. The two were in perfect sync with each other, forming a bigger crowd around them than Goro had ever seen before, and more people means more tips too. Goro looked over to the old paint bucket. It was overflowing with cash, and by the time Goro and the Old Man finished the jar was full of too much money to count. "Take this, buy yourself a REAL drum set, and make a million more money than this" The old man had handed Goro the jar of money. Goro instantly started tearing up, and ran up to the old man and hugged him. "Thank you old man, I'll see you around!" Goro ran off with the jar of money, looking back to the old man that was hollering back to him. "See you Goro! And stop calling me Old Man! It's Ryuzuki for the thousandth time!"
about 2 years later, Goro had been practicing with his drum set that he bought at the nearest thrift shop. Although Bucket drumming and real drumming are different, Bucket Drumming did help Goro get on his feet with real drumming. Goro's drum set was located in his backyard, in a broken down shed that hadn't been used since Goro was born. Joining the Jazz Band for his middle school, he instantly stood out. Able to play any complex song they could throw at him, his teacher recommended he join Ongaku Academy for a real challenge and to push himself even further to be a better musician. Accepting his teachers offer, Goro instantly applied for the Academy and was instantly accepted. Goro hopes to push himself even further in hopes of becoming one of the best drummers the worlds ever seen.
[Five Words to Describe Character]
Hyper-Active, A Spaz, Friendly, Sociable, Jittery
