(the story through the mind of Jason)
I'll save you the whole sad and tragic backstory of my past as an orphan because mine has nothing to do with it
I was born to two loving parents in Hawaii, the first thing I heard was a loud boy running through the hospital. I didn't know it at first but this was my brother Raymond.
As it is in a beautiful place with the beach my life was good, I had awesome friends and spent a lot of time with family at the beach but one day, one day it went downhill. I came back from the beach and saw my parents packing, I asked them what's going on and they said "we're moving" and like an anime the sun was a large background and I had that shocked look on my face.
The day of departure my grandad was the last person to talk to me and he gave me a ukulele.
I went from sunny shores to an industrialized metropolis, yes New York, after two years I was walking through town and came upon a boy who was 16 years old playing guitar. I walked over to him and the first thing he said was "nice ukulele" I was surprised my ukulele was out of sight from the front, he asked me to play with him, I explained to him that I've never played before but he replied "just play" and by a strange turn of event we played perfectly together after a while I learned his name was Ken and he said to meet him here again.
The next day I left to meet him and he had a friend that was 10 years old, her name was Ashton she played a keyboard with us, I don't know how i did but I was in perfect sync with them it was a very happy feeling I felt myself felling whole for the first time since I left Hawaii.
As the years went Ken left for college so it was just me and Ashton we played a lot music over the years she taught me how to play piano and we self taught us the flute and saxophone but the sad part came when I had to move again this time to California
I was sad that won't see Ashton or Ken for a long time but I'll never forget what they taught me about music.
I arrived in L.A at the age of 13 and the first thing I did was unpack my instruments, I went for walk, with my ukulele as always, and saw a guy about my age playing in an alley corner, I approached him and asked why is he here he said,"I don't like people thinking I'm a street performer"I understood him and decided to play with him, he asked me to play his trumpet, I had no experience but still played as if I had played before. Over three years I played trumpet and violin but as usual when I got close to him I moved again this time to London.
When I arrived I took another walk I didn't want to make another friend, but there was a girl who caught my eye she played the bagpipes, I went over to her but she didn't seem of European origin she was Hawaiian, after I heard this she became my closest friend, her name was Gabi and she was an amazing musician, I spent the whole day with her and learned how to play the bagpipes. When she had to go home I returned as well.
At home I entered my room and saw an empty space perfected for the bagpipes, I went to bed that night and remember all the friends I had all these instruments we're a part of them and a part of me as long as I had them I had my friends, suddenly moving wasn't so bad anymore infact it was an awesome experience, I turned and saw my ukulele the instrument that started it all
And that's the story of how music found me
I'll save you the whole sad and tragic backstory of my past as an orphan because mine has nothing to do with it
I was born to two loving parents in Hawaii, the first thing I heard was a loud boy running through the hospital. I didn't know it at first but this was my brother Raymond.
As it is in a beautiful place with the beach my life was good, I had awesome friends and spent a lot of time with family at the beach but one day, one day it went downhill. I came back from the beach and saw my parents packing, I asked them what's going on and they said "we're moving" and like an anime the sun was a large background and I had that shocked look on my face.
The day of departure my grandad was the last person to talk to me and he gave me a ukulele.
I went from sunny shores to an industrialized metropolis, yes New York, after two years I was walking through town and came upon a boy who was 16 years old playing guitar. I walked over to him and the first thing he said was "nice ukulele" I was surprised my ukulele was out of sight from the front, he asked me to play with him, I explained to him that I've never played before but he replied "just play" and by a strange turn of event we played perfectly together after a while I learned his name was Ken and he said to meet him here again.
The next day I left to meet him and he had a friend that was 10 years old, her name was Ashton she played a keyboard with us, I don't know how i did but I was in perfect sync with them it was a very happy feeling I felt myself felling whole for the first time since I left Hawaii.
As the years went Ken left for college so it was just me and Ashton we played a lot music over the years she taught me how to play piano and we self taught us the flute and saxophone but the sad part came when I had to move again this time to California
I was sad that won't see Ashton or Ken for a long time but I'll never forget what they taught me about music.
I arrived in L.A at the age of 13 and the first thing I did was unpack my instruments, I went for walk, with my ukulele as always, and saw a guy about my age playing in an alley corner, I approached him and asked why is he here he said,"I don't like people thinking I'm a street performer"I understood him and decided to play with him, he asked me to play his trumpet, I had no experience but still played as if I had played before. Over three years I played trumpet and violin but as usual when I got close to him I moved again this time to London.
When I arrived I took another walk I didn't want to make another friend, but there was a girl who caught my eye she played the bagpipes, I went over to her but she didn't seem of European origin she was Hawaiian, after I heard this she became my closest friend, her name was Gabi and she was an amazing musician, I spent the whole day with her and learned how to play the bagpipes. When she had to go home I returned as well.
At home I entered my room and saw an empty space perfected for the bagpipes, I went to bed that night and remember all the friends I had all these instruments we're a part of them and a part of me as long as I had them I had my friends, suddenly moving wasn't so bad anymore infact it was an awesome experience, I turned and saw my ukulele the instrument that started it all
And that's the story of how music found me
You walk past that one bench.
It's late at night.
No-one's there.
You here a sudden giggle.
You look over in that direction.
You see a light-blue glow.
That glow,there's something strange about it....
It's almost magnetic.
"Unless you have night vision,it's pretty dangerous" a female voice says.
It's coming from that glow.
You walk in that direction.
"Hello,I'm Dia" the glow says,revealing a girl.
About 16,with jet-black hair,and violet-dyed bangs.
Deep blue eyes.
Wearing a navy-blue hoodie
and Jeans.
and a pendant,the same shade as her bangs.
"It's late,care for a chat" Dia says.
"It's alway nice to get to know someone"
You have 2 options:
link
link
Choose wisely.
It's late at night.
No-one's there.
You here a sudden giggle.
You look over in that direction.
You see a light-blue glow.
That glow,there's something strange about it....
It's almost magnetic.
"Unless you have night vision,it's pretty dangerous" a female voice says.
It's coming from that glow.
You walk in that direction.
"Hello,I'm Dia" the glow says,revealing a girl.
About 16,with jet-black hair,and violet-dyed bangs.
Deep blue eyes.
Wearing a navy-blue hoodie
and Jeans.
and a pendant,the same shade as her bangs.
"It's late,care for a chat" Dia says.
"It's alway nice to get to know someone"
You have 2 options:
link
link
Choose wisely.
Age: 16
Looks: the brown haired one in the picture
Personality: Snobby, germaphobe, hydrophobe, agoraphobe, arachnaphobe, bitchy, whiny, controlling
Bio: Latte is pretty much afraid of everything. As she is an agoraphobe she never goes outside unless it is an emergency. She works at a coffee shop with her archenemy Mocha. She is always trying to outdo Mocha.
Name: Melanie Gertrude McClain (Mocha)
Age: 16
Looks: the blonde one in the picture
Personality: Seductive, sensual, bossy, competitive, outgoing, neat, orderly
Bio: Mocha is Latte's lifetime rival. Mocha usually out does Latte in everything because Latte is afraid of pretty much everything. Mocha is known for stealing Latte's boyfriends because of how backstabbing and seductive she is.