Goliath Records

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Name: Danica Lee

Age: 24

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Job: Drummer in Klueless

Height: 5'6

Weight: 133 lbs

Personality: She's very quiet around people she doesn't know, and even those she does know at times. She's very dy and sarcastic, but she has a soft spot for her friends, as does everybody. She can come off as very cold-hearted, which she can be. She has a fascination with cats and snakes as well as goats. (Yes, goats.)

History: She grew up on a farm and has been taking drum lessons since she was 6. They were sort of her passion all through life and if she wasn't out helping her father with the goats, she would be drumming. Her mother died in a car accident when Danica was 12, and things sorta went downhill from there. She started smoking a few weeks after her 13th birthday.

Other: She's just quit smoking. She drinks a little, but rarely enough to get drunk.
She also has a pet red corn snake named Milky. (Yes, Milky)

Name: Bruno

Age: 29

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Job: (Many jobs to pick from from a Rock musician to one of the people who work in the Record Label staff) Lead Guitarist of Rome Burns

Height: 5.8

Weight: Average

Personality: As one of the older bands signed, he's done it all, had sex with one of his groupies, taken every substance known to man and been hung over at Gigs. But he still plays like the devil himself. He's very arrogant and doesn't give a damn about the younger newbies. He hates to be bested. Flirts with a lot of girls underage or not.

History: Signed when he was 18, by that time he had a huge underground following, playing at illegal Raves.Started to get into lots of fights when people called him Sell Out as he started attacking his old audiences. His music lost it edge and now he can still sell out show but only if he plays old stuff and doesn't attack his fans.

Other (If they take drugs, drink, or got so high up by being 'persausive' put it here): He's done everything, but is an alcoholic mainly.

EMALY

We bounced down off the stage. Covered in the drizzle that had started, this is why i LOVE outdoor concerts. It was for a good cause 'music for manatees'. Some guy was leaned against the railing, i hopped down and shook hands with him.
"I'm Emaly..." I named off everyone from the band. He smiled.
"I like you, you got some real potential." He handed me a business card, I looked at it and gasped 'Goliath records'. Everyone else gasped to. "How 'bout you come in on Monday and we'll talk?" I shrieked and clapped my hands, everyone covered their ears.
"Thank you!" Our guitarist chuckled and shook his hand.
"Guess we'll see you Monday." He grabbed my arm and lugged me towards the dressing room. "Com'on Emmy calm it down." I was just so giddy!
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It was Monday, now we were waiting in the lobby to go up, I was so excited i just couldn't sit down, but my brother made me anyway. He sat me on his lap, i looked back at him.
"Just cause you drove us here doesn't mean you have to wait with us." I said, smiling cheekily.
"I just want to make sure my little sister is safe. If you get sighed on i want you to be careful. The music world is cruel and unforgiving, i don't want you to get hurt." He said hugging tightly. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sure it's not that bad."
"You showed up." I heard hands clap together and saw the guy. My heart was pounding! I was sooo excited!

Kaira

I groaned and sat up. Matt raised an eyebrow.

"Caffeine hangover." I explained. I downed a couple of Tylenol and rubbed my temples. It was then that I noticed that -god have mercy- I was in the lounge of the Goliath Records building.

Again.

Oh, geez.

I got up and stretched. "I'm going for a walk," I announced, and promptly left the lounge. I came back a few seconds later to order Matt not to even think about touching any alcoholic drinks.

I reached the lobby, trying to fix my hair (the red looked good today, though) and spotted a young girl and, I guessed, her band. I walked over, not wanting to be mean to the newbies.

"Hi guys! I'm Kaira, from Lynx." The girl looked puzzled, but one of the guys' jaw dropped, and he shook my outstretched hand heartily.

"Big fan, dude, big fan." I smiled and saw his bass.

"May I?" I asked, gesturing to the instrument. He nodded and jaded it to me. I tested a few cords, and pleased with the quality, handed it back.

"Good instrument." I told him. "Well, I'll catch y'all later, good luck!" I finished, and got into the elevator, on my way to our recording studio.

I sighed as a looked out of the huge, thick, glass window. I could see everything from up, here: cars, buildings, mountains you name it. I was on top of the world, the king of the jungle. I saw the reflection in the window of someone coming through the door behind me.

"Mr.Baxter, you have someone that's here to see you."
"If it's another intern tell him I'm in a meeting discussing..I dont know be creative.", I said. I really didn't have time for this right now. I've been without a hit for months, and I was losing money. The reason as to why I was still banking in was beyond me.

"Sir it's the band..you know, the one that performed the other night."

I instantly lit up right then and there. This was my big break! "Send them up. No, no, no I'll come down!" I reached for my suit coat and jogged out of the door. I pressed the elevator button so many times I thought I would have broken it by now. "Hmmm..floor one, and *ding*." The doors shut. I watched as the numbers counted down, in anticipation.

"Haha; world here I come. Big paycheck here I come."

Lane

When I woke up I seriously knew I was screwed for the day. I was so tired I could barley stand up, much less go to band practice with Lynx. Ah well, I'd figure it out... like I did every day. I was a total night owl and hated waking up early.

I sat up and walked over to my closet. "Clothes, clothes, crap..." I muttered. I pulled out a pair of slightly ripped skinny jeans, a ruffled white undershirt and a blue overshirt. After throwing on a pair of white heels that wrapped around my ankles and putting on some makeup, I was ready. When you were in the rock business, everything mattered, from appearance to attitude.

Kaira

I tapped my pen on the notebook page for the five hundredth time. Gah! I had been sitting here for hours, and I hadn't written a single word, other than "v. 1", underlined. Lane texted me, "Having fun writing?" I typed back a, "NO." and leaned my head back against the wall.

Why did I have to be the songwriter? Oh, that's right, I was the only one who actually had lyrical ability. I snorted. I doodled a flower in the corner of the paper, and was struck with an epiphany. I scribbled away, scratching out there, marking an arc there, an arrow there... and I finished the first two verses and chorus.

Ha! Take that, songwriter's block!

Are there anymore spots available? if not it's completely okay with me. I was just wondering 'cause this seems pretty interesting.

*doublepost*

Yes, plenty trust me I need lots more people. Please get more people interested it be good to have storybook not focused on magic ect.

Lane

I'd be dead without Kaira, I thought. Although I could think up tunes great and I could sing very well, my songwriting capabilities were... low.

It sounded great on my mind but once it was on paper, zip, gone. I grimaced and walked towards my friend and fellow rock artist, Paris. Although in a fire her vocal cords had been damaged beyond repair, she still gave great tips towards me. Even if they were given a little sharply.

I walked into her apartment and banged on the door. "Paris, oi," I said. After a moment the door creaked open.

"Took you long enough." her voice was hoarse, tired, and just saddening. "Looking as pretty as ever, might I add."

"Thanks, Pari, you too." It was true. Despite her vocal problem, her looks hadn't changed a bit, nor the fact that she was one of my best friends.

Name: Amberly Blayne Crye (Am, Ber, ABC)

Age: 29

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Job: Recording engineer

Height: 5'2

Weight: 117

Personality/History: When Amberly was a teenager, she decided to persue a solo, country music career while studying music and recording. After making it big, Amberly decided that life wasn't for her, and went to college after finishing highschool. She went from her small town in Alabama, to an art school in New York. She was later hired, after graduating, by the record label. She's a happy-go-lucky person you loves life, but finds it hard to blend well with others.

Other: Up for love, I guess? Haha, umm... yeah? When she's alone she can be found playing her guitar.

Uh..I'm sorry, can someone..tell me where we are?

I'm in.

Name: Jessica O'Hanley.

Age: 22.

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Job: PR's assistant.

Height: 5"5

Weight: Average.

Personality: Jessica seems shallow and flighty, but she really an honest and deep thinking person. Although she loves to have fun and party, she also likes here quiet time. Time she doesn't get often.

History: Jess grew up in the city and comes from a broken home--her father is a violent drunk while her mother is a drug addict and long gone. She scored her job when she was about 19 while job hunting and has worked hard to keep it. She has only recently started drinking because of stress.

Other: Up for love. Jess is an Alcoholic and is often found sleeping on the job. Her hair colour has changed: from blonde to dark red.

"Ha, so all you have to do, is sign on the dotted line." I watched as each member scribbled they're names on each line. Every time someone signed, I heard a million cash registers ring in my ears. This was it, I was back, and with the help of these people,I'll be back on top again. I cracked a smirk of acknowledgement when the last person signed.

"Good, very good indeed haha." I raised one eyebrow as far as I could. "Welcome to Goliath Records." I almost had to cover my ears at the screams and praises they let out as I folded the sheet of paper into my coat pocket.

"Now, there is much work to be done people." I snapped my fingers twice as hard as I possibly could. "Amber, would you come here darling.", I said with such vigor. She came from around the corner with clipboard in hand, her curly hair bouncing with each step.

"So, these are the new recruits I see.", she said slightly smiling and eyeing every single member of the band.
"Yes, and I want you to take them down to the media room and give them a tour."
"Yes sir Mr.Baxter. Come on kiddies follow me."

They all started to walk out of the room. I grabbed Amberly gently by the arm before she could continue out the door.
"I want you to take absolute care of them, this is our big break haha, and if anything should happen to them, things can get very ugly.", I said meaning every word that I had said.

She turned to me as she walked out the door. I stood outside of the door as they boarded the elevator; there were a couple pushing of buttons, and they were off.