[right][img]https://i.imgur.com/iGYluhx.png[/img][/right][hr]Running late wasn't out of the ordinary for Charlotte. If it wasn't something very important she would take her time, and this meeting wasn't anywhere near important to her. It wasn't because she wasn't passionate about music- but this was the fifth time that someone in this town had tried to create something without much traction. As she reached the building she noticed a man in the door, she waved at the man hoping to get his attention.

[color=f26e50][b]"Hey! Sorry i'm late."[/b][/color] she called, doing a light jog to catch up to the door. She grinned, [color=f26e50][b]"You must be Marcus, I'm Charlotte- my friends called me Lottie."[/b][/color] she squeezed past him in the door as she looked at everyone who had showed up. Some were semi familiar faces; seen at shows and around town considering they were all around the same age. But the most familiar was the boy from earlier. 

[color=f26e50][b]"Fuck."[/b][/color] she spurted out, realizing her mistake.