(* so this is how it goes ; OPEN

[CALLA SOLISTA SEVRYN]

Calla stood in one of the music rooms, electric guitar in hand, plugged into the biggest amp she could find around here. She began ripping out chords like there was no tomorrow. white blonde hair flew around as she turned, her blue-green eyes focused on the guitar before she started singing out the words.

So this is how it goes
Well I, I would have never known
And if it ends today
Well, I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone

Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's yours and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.

Well this is not your fault
But if I'm without you
Then I will feel so small
And if you have to go
Always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.

Paramore's Brighter. It was an amazing song, anyone could see that. Especially Calla. Looking at Calla herself, you could see she was big in rock music. Fishnets, black heels that went up just past her ankles, a pink high-waisted skirt, with a loose tank tucked under, and her favorite leather jacket. Per usual, she was wearing dark red lipstick, eyeliner, and a dark gray, but not black, eyeshadow. She knew how to rock this look, and it helped that she loved the music too.

And I'll wave goodbye
Watching you shine bright
And I'll wave goodbye tonight.

A smile flew onto her ruby red lips as she finished, quite pleased with herself.

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OUFIT ;; here, with long hair.

[TIGER JOSEPH GILES]

i am not a whore
but i like to do it!

The black camera bumped against his chest, crinkling the lime green and black striped polo he had picked for the shirt of the day. He'd probably speed back to his dorm after a few hours of walking around the place just to change his shirt and maybe his socks. His compulsive disorder that matched his anger made almost everything a bitch to do or even try to start on because he never considered it enough or maybe even not good enough. He trailed his fingers down the camera strap so end up holding his expensive camera tightly, flicking the flash tab up and down. Looking down for a moment to watch his purple and white Converses scuff the ground, he took a deep breath and marched toward the store door, pushing it open quickly so he couldn't change his mind at the last moment. Stepping just inside the door he didn't have time to take another deep breath before someone was waiting to leave, a new set of drum sticks in hand just itching to be tried out. One of his forest green eyes twitched, unseen underneath his long black hair, as he darted a glance at the other person's upturned collar. The restraint he put on his hands was a huge effort that made him grit his teeth in frustration but the sound of a guitar interrupted his concentration.

Movements were slow as he walked between the rows of musical objects. Everything was hear for all the music lovers, every class brand from the worst to the best. Some of the drumming objects caught his eyes and made him whistle low at the prices. He used to be drummer in a small band him and some friends had started on a fun kick, but photography was something that required more than just banging around pointlessly. Not only did the pretty tunes of the guitar get to him, but the flawless lyrics of a well known band startled him back into a bleak reality. Letting his hands fall to his sides, he flipped his hair to the side, as he moved forward a bit faster, peeking around the corner into the room the music was coming from. The girl's naturally messy hair made him slightly frustrated but he instantly recognized her as she continued to sing. Hands twitched, wanting to push that blonde behind her shoulder like the other times he had. Clenching them into fists, he set his jaw and walked into the room. Tilting his head to the side for a moment, he got down on one knee and raised his camera. Angling it slightly sideways, he flicked the camera to black and white compacity before clicking for a picture. Looking down at the picture, he smiled slowly as he watched her hair make a bright angel's wing in compare to the background. Still smiling, he cupped his chin in his hand and waited for her to relize he was there.