[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjEwNi4zNDkzNDYuUTJGc2JHbHZjR1UsLjAA/amita.regular.png[/img][/center][hr][hr] [center]𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’, π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’… 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’… 𝑰 π’Œπ’π’†π’˜ π’šπ’π’– π’˜π’†π’π’ 𝑢𝒖𝒓 π’„π’π’Žπ’Žπ’π’ π’ˆπ’π’‚π’ π’˜π’‚π’” π’˜π’‚π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’π’“π’π’… 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 π‘΅π’π’˜ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 π’Šπ’” 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 π’„π’“π’‚π’„π’Œ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’‘, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆-π’”π’‰π’Šπ’‡π’• 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’•π’“π’Šπ’„π’Œ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’ [/center] The song came in loud and clear through her helmet, though Calliope made sure to keep her eyes on the road. Her base guitar sat comfortably in its case on her back, and she rode the streets rather casually. Honestly, the thought of joining a band had been the furthest thing from her mind lately. She had been so focused on finishing her degree that when she first saw the ad, the idea just seemed like it'd be too time consuming. Only after taking it home and dwelling on it somewhat did she decide to give it a try. And after that she spent a good hour trying to decide what instrument to try. She had genuinely considered just going in with either a tambourine or a triangle, but upon further reflection she figured the safer bet would be a guitar. As to which one, she was pretty skilled at both, so it could've gone either way. So after flipping a coin, she had settled for the base guitar. Can't go wrong with baselines and keeping the rhythm going. As she came to a stop at the red light, she turned her music off since she was getting close to the place. Calliope had zero expectations for the other players, though the fact that the head honcho was a nervous type would have kept her expectations low. So long as there was a common love for music, she figured it'd turn out alright. Her calloused fingers tapped the handles as she waited for the light to change, though she nearly jumped out of her skin as she thought she heard a whizzing scream. She turned her head to look for the source, but said source had gone so fast that she missed it. Oh well. Seeing how gossipy this town was, she'd hear about it eventually. Pulling up to the all-too familiar music store, she spotted a rather interesting sight of a pair of people on the ground. Parking her motorcycle, she made sure the kickstand was up as she dismounted. Pulling off her helmet, she noticed the violin case on the girl's back and frowned slightly. Go figure. It was probably coincidence, but the universe had a funny way of saying otherwise. She recognized them both; Marcus Ainsworth and Noelle Evans. The former from his father's music shop and the latter because her youngest brother often went to her sessions at the library. Raising an eyebrow at the pair, Calliope placed a hand on her hip. "[color=green]Here's hoping you don't feel the need to be [i]that[/i] close to your band members,[/color]" She couldn't help but quip. [hr][hr]