[color=ed1c24][centre][h1]Marcus Ainsworth[/h1][/centre][/color][hr]

Marcus was blushing brightly as the group slowly started to form around him. What a first impression. He groaned softly as he accepted the two outstretched hands above him, standing with their help. He dusted off his clothes and chuckled nervously, looking around at the group that surrounded him. Decent turn out. [color=ed1c24]"Uh, hey everyone... Talk about first impressions, huh?"[/color] He said with more uneasy laughter. [color=ed1c24]"Definitely no harems here... Only music."[/color] His face was still bright red, but he seemed to brush most of the embarrassment off. 

Marcus saw that the rollerblader who had collided with him, apparently named Elle, had started looking around for her bags of snacks. She'd found one, so he scanned around the area for the other, seeing that it had conveniently landed by the door of the rehearsal studio, with only half of it's contents strewn over the ground. He started to collect the snacks, putting them back into the bag. [color=ed1c24]"Thanks Elle... It's okay though, I've got a bunch of snacks and some beers in the room I booked."[/color]

The long haired boy smiled slightly at the familiar, yet relatively unknown faces, before opening the door to the studio. [color=ed1c24]"We're in the first room to the right. Go on in, help yourself to the snacks and beer, and claim your instruments. I have plenty of stuff set up in there."[/color] He stood there holding the door open as the rest of them started to funnel in, looking around the street one more time, keeping an eye out for anyone else who may be running a little late.