[center][h3][color=aquamarine]Levi Astrauckas[/color][/h3]Green Room, 'The Amp' premier venue.

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As Levi raised his bottle to his lips, he met eyes with Mikayla over the bottle. 
[color=steelblue]"Good looks. And wicked sound, of course."[/color] Mikayla answered. Levi perked his brow in agreement as he lowered his bottle.
[color=aquamarine]"Got just the right man for the job then, hey?"[/color] he jokes with a smirk as he idly looks over those in the green room. Samantha McGlynn: talented bass guitarist and singer, and she founded the band with him all those months ago; defiantly one for stage presence, with that personality of hers. Who else, uh.. Adalaide Laroche - a little for quiet tonight, that's a bit unlike her. But where did Mackenzie g-

Levi playfully swatted at the hand so impolitely ruffling his immaculatly groomed hair - or so he'd probably like to think, anyway.
[color=aquamarine]"Hey, the hair! Hot property!"[/color] he playfully cried before returning a hand to his hair to fingercomb it back into the ideal spot. After identifying the waving finger, Levi couldn't help but smirk: he raises the bottles back to his lips as he makes a peace sign with his spare hand. After taking in another mouthful, slowly progressing through the bottle, he rests his wielding arm back on the chair with a content sigh. It was looking good, after all: good company, a big gig, and Coors - oh, the lovely Coors.

[color=yellow]"Hey Levi, when are we on?"[/color] came a familiar voice - the aforementioned Samantha McGlynn herself. 
[color=aquamarine]"Uh..."[/color] Levi lets out as he brings up his left wrist and tilts it around to present the top to himself. After a brief moment to figure out the whole 'analogue clock' thing again, he lets out a lesser curse as he swings his head up to the countdown in the room. [color=aquamarine]"Bit under 3 minutes."[/color] he quickly follows up before raising the bottle to his lips, holding it near-vertically and quickly processing the rest of the drink. Upon completion, he hurriedly sets the empty bottle on the coffee table before he reaches over the couch to grab his American Vintage '58 Telecaster. After a brief moment of fumbling to take a Jazz III plectrum out from it's tactfully position holder behind the headstock, he runs through the strings from low E to high E as a last-minute check that all's tuned and in order. [color=aquamarine]"Get keen, boys!"[/color]