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[H1][colour=slateblue]Lawson Hill-Porter[/colour][/h1]
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Lawson was bound to be going to the Arctic Monkeys gig. They were precisely his type of band. He was sitting near one of the tables, half a pint of a whiskey in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. The joint was full of teenagers with fake IDs, 15-year-olds convinced that they looked 36, despite the ance. They were quite pathetic. Unfortunately, they were all avid customers at the music store which he worked in, so he wouldn't let himself laugh as they got thrown out into the street by order of their parents. They were no more 36 than he was.

He remembered when he was their age, unable to get into all the gigs olaying at his local pub. Even tonight he got suspicious looks from bouncers when he asked to be admitted. He downed the rest of his whiskey to stiffle a chuckle at the memories. The pub was starting to fill up, it wasn't every day that the Arctic Monkeys came to play at your small town. It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity, as most of the people there would probably never leave town. Not Lawson though, he had plans for the future.

He'd seen someone put up a poster at his store looking for people to start a band with him, so he decided that he would put his name down for it. Unfortunately he hadn't phoned the person yet. If they were truly a music fan, they'd be at this gig. He made his way over to the bar to get a refill, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He noticed a guy a little younger than him stealthily popping a pill. How very rock'n'roll. He leaned against the bar, earwiging in on his conversation with some young woman he vaguely recognised. He must have seen them at his store.

He got bored with their conversation, until the woman mentioned an ad being placed, and something about music. Lawson was sure, this must be his man. He straightened his blue paisley bow tie, and sheepishly walked towards him. He quietly coughed to get the young pair's attention, took a drag of his cigarette and introduced himself.

[Colour=slateblue]"G'day. You the fella that put up that ad?"[/colour] His Australian accent was strong, his voice deep. He looked Marcus up and down quickly. [Colour=slateblue]"You're only just starting a band, and you look high already. Must be a regular Kurt Cobain. So this girl must be your Courtney Love, eh?"[/colour] He chuckled quietly, before continuing, realising he hadn't given the boy his name. [Colour=slateblue]"Oh, I'm Lawson. Lawson Hill-Porter, I work at the music store. I play guitar, and I wanna join your band."[/colour] He stuck out his hand, an invitation for a response.