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[color=gold][b]"And thus, Johnathon came out with shit running down his pants and piss staining his shirt."[/b][/color] [color=gray]A slow uproar of laughter came from both Eloise and Richard, both present on the microphones for today's broadcast. Yet another enjoyable and humorous entry to the many life stories that each member had to tell. In this case, Oscar had spent the time reliving his childhood memories of education, where misfits like himself were subjected to some of the more embarrassing of entries into life. Even Oscar himself felt a smirk of nostalgia kick in, reminding him of the fun and enjoyment he had back in Scotland those years ago. Oh, how the years fly, come and go without a trace to say your greetings towards. Oscar had felt this pressure build up over time, but still found even greater fondness of his newfound home. Well, he called it newfound, but in reality many of his recent years had been spent getting off of his arse and attempting to rehabilitate himself into the society now thriving under Sol City's banner.[/color] [color=gold][b]"Never heard from the lad again. Couldn't face the music after that day and had to get his school changed pronto. I heard, though, that he now travels the world. Crazy to think he went from a mathematician to an exploring connoisseur. Baffles me sometimes."[/b][/color]

[color=gray]	Both he and his sister exchanged a look of somewhat mutual thought. Instantly, the two were reminded of themselves. Both had come so far in terms of their success. Whilst their journey was nowhere near completion and had every possibility of failure, they were sitting comfortably without too much indulgence in riches, owning a dream job and both working together as performers. Under the stage name of [url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/32bc/f/2018/147/2/b/logo_by_letusdrawnow-dccpayp.jpg][b][color=Aqua]FVRY[/color][/b][/url], the two had accumulated a reasonable fan-base and fame amongst the indulgence of Sol City's beautiful renditions of musical talent. Whilst it was their side project alongside both careers as Eloise's radio presenting and Oscar's freelancer production work, they cherished it and placed many hours of the day into practicing, purchasing new gear and experimenting with completely new forms of music genres. Recently blasting away with a blend of musical mixology, their previous 3 albums were now set and announcing their staple approach to performance and creation. Oscar, no doubt, was the creative mindset behind the duet's mediocre success, but Eloise was not shy to put her input within its coarse and rough beginnings. They were lucky enough to perform at both Glastonbury and Reading festivals back in the UK the previous year, but Oscar was keen on making a big performance this year if he could get the funding from his freelance work. And with another album nearing its completion, there was still hope.

	The two sighed and embraced the thoughts of this dream every night. One by one, they wished to expand their influence and become iconic names in history, repairing the tragic beginnings to their young adulthood. Someday it may come true, but Oscar was pessimistic to always count on hope.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Incredible. It's always a treat to have you back every week, Osc'."[/b][/color] [color=gray]She giggled at her twin's rather childish nickname that had stuck with her since their early beginnings. No matter how much it irritated or disowned his trust, she would always use it.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"Don't forget to stick around, folks, for a first hand performance from my brother, Oscar himself, in the live-lounge with some amazing solo work that I'm dying to hear. I'm sure there are some lads and lasses out there who are too. Remember you too can see FVRY live very soon. Tickets are, right now, on sale and are limited to whatever Club: The Pit can handle. It's going to be great to meet you guys once more."[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]	There was always a strange charisma to the way she showed her radio-career. A strong and lustful approach towards her career made for a bountiful and plentiful tone of confidence. It was her place of residence and comfort. Her job was her home. Eloise loved everything about PRM's ability to provide an honest selection of musical talent and bless those who were in need of a kickstart in their career. And with the live-lounge as their premium standout in Sol's network of radio shows, a large handful of visitors tuned in throughout the day and night to listen to the stories, songs and general antics of Eloise, Richard and occasionally Oscar's commitment. They hoped to add a few more interviews with local acts later throughout the week, but only time could tell on their schedule.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"It'd be cool to see everyone there. One of the few shows you've got until [i]White Noise[/i] comes out, am I wrong?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Richard chuckled at the obviously forced advertisement, finding themselves engulfed in self-awareness and general enjoyment. There wasn't anything more laid back than this show in recent times, which had in the past given it some flak by competing shows. [/color][color=Red][b]"Well, once again, let's give it to our wonderful guest tonight, Mr Oscar McGuinness, who will be returning in a few days and throughout the week for more discussions, interviews and support for the show. It's great to have your love for our work. Now, we've got you guys a wonderful track from [i]Flourish[/i], a new act from Norway, and it goes a little like this..."[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]	An hour or so passed from talking to Eloise off-mic came through before he finally claimed his departure. The day was still young, but Oscar had his hopes that it was going to be eventful. He was ahead of his work for the media outlet he was hired by in terms of composition and the evening's meetup to record with the orchestra was already planned and ready to go. Wonderful, it was. All the time, this ability to do what he loved and still maintain a life outside was beyond his expectations; maybe life could go all colourful for a few years after all.

	The outside was freshened with a bright ray of sunshine, oddly enough for the winter, the moment he stood outside. Anyone could predict that the world, or city more likely, was his oyster, but he liked to concur and avoid such a lifestyle of riches and fame for the time being. Money wasn't an issue since he'd struck success in his composition work, but it was rather finding things to do. Apart from his sister and Richard, there wasn't really much on his agenda to go visit. Every night, or at least sometimes, he'd feel that struggle of loneliness sink its fangs into his neck slowly. One day, he hoped to fill that hole with friends, comrades, workmates and potential interests of love, an area in life he longed for secretly, but his career was keeping him occupied enough to forget the troubles during the day. Sometimes he thought of going for a drink or two, nothing alcoholic though, in times like these, just to clear his mind and try and study for new opportunities in song creation.

	No matter where he was, or why he was there, ideas of lyrics and styles from everyday occurrences were forcing his inspiration to show its true colours. Details unseen to the naked eye kept on sparking his captivity, indulging Oscar in an almost pleasurable quantity of musical thought. Provoked by such matters, Oscar sometimes found himself wandering aimlessly amongst the streets when thinking such things. Now was becoming one of those times.

	Some of these thoughts had led his astray, dragging him into a random part of the street that took him a minute or two to comprehend. Where was he? Somewhere in Central Point, no doubt, as he couldn't have gone far. It reminded him of the song he had planned for the live-lounge entry in the coming days: "Led Astray". It was a slow, melodic tune where he wanted to fully express his voice without focusing so much on instrumentation. It was rare for him to sing confidently over the occasional patchiness that he denied of his composition. Yes, both he and Eloise did sing in almost every song they played, but it wasn't to this extent. Using a simple chord progression with his acoustic guitar, it was a song that was brought from the mind when at its worse. Originally it was supposed to be accompanied by some of the heaviest and downright insane levels of rock to show its true pain, but both Eloise and he agreed its effect was magnified and quantified by the chilling lack of music and use of a voice, as if he were pleading to an unearthly being for remorse and consolidation to relief. With an audience split into preferring all forms of music that FVRY had conducted, this was leaning towards the even more personal level of performing. Hopefully someone would appreciate it as much as he did himself...

	He had little understanding of what he wanted to do. There were no plans up until that evening. He had time to kill. Maybe he'd bump into someone, or maybe he'd just wander around aimlessly like now. Whatever happened, it was a good day to start off this new adventure in Sol City. Maybe things were going to come up all-Oscar now?[/color]