Realistic or Modern Mélange Records

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mé·lange
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māˈlänj/
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noun: melange; plural noun: melanges; noun: mélange; plural noun: mélanges
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a mixture; a medley.
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In 2016 Gabriel Martel, a twenty-eight year old has-been, ex-boyband member returned to the spotlight with his eclectic idea for a record label. Mélange records was born with the idea that music didn't have to stick to one genre. Everyone enjoys more than one style of music, and talented artists of all types deserve as much chance as anyone else to express their style with the full backing of their label and producers to be themselves. Martel's label represents a variety of genre's and grooves, some unpopular today, but all receiving the same advertisement and public eye as the biggest stars because of his influence and teachings. Whether you're a poor amateur trying to break into the business or a returning starlet trying to redeem yourself, there's a place for all talent at Mélange Records, located in the hectic but life-changing New York City. Gabriel understands that life in the Big Apple is strenuous for beginners so every artist has the choice to stay in the small apartments built above the studio, for fast access to work. The label's goal is to focus on quality instead of quantity so although not many get signed, if you do get a chance to join the family, your skill is not to be underestimated, signing the dotted line means you have what it takes to make it possibly even further than your mentor did.


 


The story will revolve around 6-8 artists (descriptions of which will be located below to avoid many of us going for the same characters and because I have an idea of what sorts of characters will move the story in the best, longest-lasting direction. Major personalities and fleshing them out is still your job. I don't plan to make this first come first serve, selections will be based on writing skill. Only seven characters will be shown below but I'll add more if someone wants to run a character idea by me before creating a Character Sheet.) I'll be playing Gabriel Martel as well as an artist that I haven't chosen yet, so they're all up for grabs at the moment. Each character will specialize in a different genre/style of music and all will go through struggles, as none of them are particularly famous in the beginning of the roleplay but they will all grow together as artists. Although I will be providing my share of drama as the GM, it will be a character based game and need creative minds to keep things dramatic and fresh.


 

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Characters:


 

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The Starlet:


Eloise Bishop


@Smoaki


Six years ago, at 16 years old, she topped the charts for twelve weeks back to back with hit pop ballads adding to 6 months at number one in all. She graduated high school and attended Harvard all while keeping up with her music and fans. She held rallies and stood up for lgbtq and women's rights publicly, and very quickly became America's sweetheart; a household name that little girls could idolize and grown women could jam to in the shower. Dedicated to work and her future, she had little time for romance but at twenty years old she finally took a small breather in her hometown and fell in love with a local Rockstar. It was a whirlwind romance that became her only reason to wake up, and she thought she'd accidentally found her soulmate until he released a rather dirty video of the two of them in bed together that they made for his birthday. As soon as the video hit the internet, she was ruined. Previously seen as a squeaky clean good girl, there was no place for her in the market or in her record label without the flawless reputation that was attached. Her fifteen minutes were over. She hid in the shadows until Gabriel showed up at her doorstep offering her the chance to be Mélange Records first official signed artist.


 


The Soul Queen:


The runner-up on the singing competition show 'American Star' three months ago, The Soul Queen took the world by storm with her original, sassy but emotional R&B songs. Judges were sure she was the winner but America voted someone else into the spotlight and she fell to well below the top hundred on iTunes. After using all of her resources and money on trying to stay in the city and find work she was blessed to run into Gabriel Martel in the coffee shop she was working at part time. The two grew a very close flirtationship, and over the weeks it developed into something that she thought was much more. The morning after they slept together for the first time, though, she was signed to his record label immediately and he's treated her purely professionally since. Dealing with the thought that she may have accidentally slept her way to the top has taken a tale on her songwriting abilities and she's fallen into a writer's block at the worst possible time, but there's a fire in her that she's determined the world needs to hear. Easily Possessing the most drive of any of the other artists, The Soul Queen decides to lower her morals a bit and dress down to draw in more crowds. Her dance moves and lyrics become sexier, she accepts songs written by others due to her struggles, a thing she swore she'd never do, and in learning that sex sells, she's slowly losing herself trying to surpass her competition, The Piano Babe.


 


The Piano Babe:


Madilyn Haywood


@tiedyed unicorn


Born with the most delicate of natural beauties, it's no surprise that The Piano Babe chose fame over being ordinary. Her entire life she was the Prom Queen, the Beauty Pageant Winner, the Instagram model, the "Pretty One' in all situations. Guys dated her because of her looks, her friends hung out with her because she was stunning, and everything was handed to her because of something she has no control over. She gained an interest in music in her pre-teen years and Daddy bought her a piano to practice on and singing lessons, sure his baby would be a star because of her features. Everyone loves a pretty girl. Later she earned a following on YouTube and not long after she was a sensation on 'American Star.' She won the show by 30 votes, the closest win in the history of the show, barely beating The Soul Queen. The internet and media exploded with talk that she only won because she dressed in revealing gowns and posted bikini pictures on Instagram. Labels were falling at her feet for a signature, but her obsession with Martel's boyband swayed her in his direction and when she got news of The Soul Queen signing, she took the deal as well in an attempt to show the world she is better, not just easier.


 


The Indie Chick:


Lena Vanstone


@Lumos


With a raspy, sultry singing voice and her best friend, The Rapper, at her side, The Indie Chick grew up in music. Her grandfather was a huge name for jazz music and her mother chose Upbeat 80's pop, but The Indie Chick picked up a Ukulele when she was a youngster and never put it down. By the age of fourteen she was selling out local venues with the Rapper in a duo they formed, and people for miles knew their names because of their performances at festivals. In a strange but refreshing mash-up of beautifully sang choruses with her ukulele and always-meaningful and thought provoking lyrics rapped for the verses by her best friend, most don't understand their vision, but the two of them love their music so deeply that in the face of any obstacles, they manage to prevail together and hope to leave a mark on the world no matter how small. When The Rapper announced that they had gotten a record deal, her whole life changed and she was whisked off to the most intimidating city she'd ever visited and thrown into a world she doesn't understand or fit into. Terrified, star-struck, and obviously the least likely to handle fame well in the group, she would already be on a plane back home if it wasn't for her friends dreams making his face light up.


 

The Rockstar:
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Rayland Trent
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@Romulus Scipio
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A James Dean swagger, leather jacket, and a well-played guitar made girls swoon in his presence for as long as he can remember. The Rockstar is a handsome man with big dreams and even bigger talent. The obvious eye candy surprises everyone when he opens his mouth and proves to be more than a charmer. Growing up with all eyes on him did give him a superiority complex, and he enjoys his fair share of women, but everything seems trivial compared to making his dreams happen, so falling in love isn't an option. Then the starlet walked back into town and gave him the best Kardashian-style opportunity he'd ever been given. It was like fate, her strolling into the bar that he played at every Friday during the Gunslinger-styled crowd pleaser he'd written specifically to impress women. One gaze at her in the crowd and she was wrapped around his finger. He played her hard, and probably broke her heart, but the video he released shot him straight into the spotlight with her. All of Hollywood was wondering who the hot guy in her sex tape was. And while she was publicly shamed, he was reveled along with his music. Not much later he received a letter from Gabriel Martel and headed to New York with no idea he was signing onto the label that The Starlet had joined.
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The Ex-band Member


Cassidy Alvaro


@Ambela


At just eighteen years old, he was topping the charts and selling out tickets and merchandise with his three high school best friends in a band they started in their garage. They were living every teenage boys dream, staying in fancy hotel rooms and partying with dedicated groupies. Hot Topic featured their faces on the front windows and fans screamed and cried at autograph signings. Everything would have gone smoothly if their lead guitar player was happy. But 'emo' lyrics and staying in the background was never this guys dream, he wanted a career to himself and music he could be proud of. At the two year anniversary party of the bands first album release, he announced to a room full of wasted punk rockers that he was leaving the band, and the whole room turned on him. The band had dreams of going down in history: "like Green Day, dude" and his fans didn't handle the news well either. Although punk rock music fans are a bit more loyal than most, everyone feels hurt by the news of the band losing a key member. Sad and angry fan mail was pouring in, and The ex-band member knew he had to do something quickly before he lost them all, so he went to an open call for a new record label and performed solo for the first time. With his future teetering at the edge of a cliff, he has to prove that he can do well on his own before his fifteen minutes is up.

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The Rapper:
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Adrian Vitale
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@Couldyoustfu
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The Rapper met The Indie Chick in elementary school and fate or the music Gods kept them together against all odds. His parents divorced and wanted to move away, splitting them up, and he found a way to stay. They broke up over a fight about what to name their duo and inevitably got back together. Recently, they had a go at a romantic relationship together, thinking they were meant to be in more than a musical sense, but when things got awkward and normal couple arguments started affecting their music, they decided a relationship was a bad idea. No matter what happens in their personal lives, their partnership prevails. Gabriel Martel found The Rapper's music online, and reached out to offer him a deal. Only him. His dream was right in front of him, and he almost turned it down because of his attachment to the Indie Chick. Afraid of hurting her but more afraid of missing his only opportunity to do music, he accepted the deal and flew to New York City without saying goodbye. He left her behind. After joining the team and settling in, Gabriel approached The Rapper about a letter he'd been sent by The Indie Chicks mother. It included a video of the duo performing together and The Rapper admitted that they used to be a packaged deal. Gabriel suggested that The Indie Chick join him and she was flown out not much later. Now their dreams are coming true together and everything will be fine as long as she never finds out he was willing to abandon her.
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[Entropy]

Welcome To the Best Day of Your Life


Time: 9:30 A.M.


Location: The Studio


Date: Monday, January 16th


Weather: Drizzling. Foggy. Cold.


Direction: Arrive at the studio, meet (or re-meet) your new bunk mates.


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Gabriel Martel stood in the finished product of his recording studio/record label headquarters, admiring the work that had been done in such a short amount of time. Although he planned to put everyone through hell, no one was more excited for his artists' futures than him. Some had arrived early, and he housed them in a nice hotel, but the paint in the apartments (X) and communal kitchen, which he was especially proud of, was finally dried and it was officially move-in day. The Jay Z radio on Pandora was playing through the speakers in the downstairs lobby and his new receptionist was hard at work texting her boyfriend, computer in front of her not even powered on yet. Gabriel didn't mind that just yet, he was busy going over the plans for the week in his head and waiting for taxi's to deliver his artists. 


He had been up since five in the morning on pure adrenaline, prepared to start his new career despite his latest squeeze blowing up his phone



with concerns on why they hadn't spoken in three days. Eric was a journalist for some vegan magazine, so he had the whole hot nerdy vibe going for him, but Gabriel didn't date clingy, and the dude was a stage five clinger, so Gabriel decided to pull a fadeaway and cut off all contact until Eric hated him and moved on, their relationship slowly fading into non-existence. "Call me when they get here." He said to the receptionist, whose name could have been Rebecca, but might have been Paige. Or was it Brittany? He really had no clue, but she was useless regardless.


Gabriel took a left and slipped down a hallway into his office, which was the size of a large closet and consisted of a desk and computer set up, an old ugly file cabinet, and his half of the gold 5G records hanging on the walls. It was shitty, but he didn't expect to ever have anyone else in it as well so it was nice enough. After searching Twitter aimlessly, guilt finally washed over him and he opened the thirty-seven unread texts from Eric, skimming through them quickly. The rush of guilt had Gabriel's fingers moving to reply, but all he managed to type was a 'hey' before the intercom on his desk landline beeped and rang Rebecca/Paige/Brittany's voice. "They're here, sir." Happy for the excuse, he quickly slipped the phone away, unable to deal with emotions right now, and left the room.


He returned to the lobby where his artists were asked to wait and stood in front of them, scanning them slowly, quietly filled with pride at his choices, but he couldn't admit that just yet. "You have an hour and a half to unpack or rub one out in the bathroom, I couldn't care less how you spend it. You will meet back here at eleven o'clock for training. After today training will begin at nine a.m. every morning and will end when I feel you've improved, or you pass out from exhaustion. We'll train every day this week, and Saturday you'll perform for some friends of mine. The best performance starts recording next week. After this week, you'll have Mondays off because I don't want to be here everyday. If you have any further questions, ask Rebecca. I don't like questions."


"The apartments are on the third floor, the kitchen is on the second floor. There's also a stocked open bar and lounge on the second floor but if you show up drunk to any scheduled event or training, you will be removed from this program. If you're late to anything you'll be removed from this program. If you gain twenty pounds you'll be removed from this program. If you impregnate each other, bring drama into my studio, cry in front of me, or I hear you insult one another, you will be removed from this program. The day you signed contracts you sold me your souls, ladies and gentlemen. If you're removed from the program, you won't work in this industry until the contract ends in five years. By then your breasts will start sagging and rap and rock will be forgotten, so you'll all be screwed. I will regularly pit you against each other and so will this business, but you need to remember that you're completely alone here. No one in this city cares about you. Mommy and daddy are far away and I'm not your friend. As of today, you six are a family. Do not burn these bridges, they're your lifelines. The people standing next to you are all you've got around here. If you remember any of this speech, remember that." Finally, he took a step back, glancing back at Paige or whoever, who was listening intently. He smiled at her, glad his talk had an affect on someone, and then turned back to his artists, mouth holding the grin.


"Welcome to the best day of your life."

 

[amxlia]

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Time: approx. 9:30 am
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Location: The Lobby
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Interactions: open
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Ellie emerged from her taxi cab and paid the driver with a warm smile, surprised as she received one back before he zoomed off to pick up another customer. Sure, she knew that most people this century used companies like Uber or Lyft, but the idea of getting into a stranger's car who didn't necessarily have to take you were you told them too wigged her out a bit. Ellie was just a classic, taxi cab kind of girl. Looking up at the building where she would be spending her life for who knows how long, she couldn't help a pit of nervousness growing in her stomach.  Who else was in the program? Would they like her? Would she like them? God forbid if there was anyone she knew there, especially... No, she wasn't even going to think about the possibility of him being there. She'd leave that speculation for some early morning or late night staring at her ceiling.
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Seeing a few other cars pulling up already, Ellie straightened her posture and her blouse and walked inside, curious about the life she was diving back into, hopefully more successfully this time. The lobby was rather simple, to her surprise seeing as a former pop star owned the establishment, but she didn't mind. Simple usually meant cozy... hopefully... Tapping her fingers on her suitcase with the beat of the song that was flowing quietly over the lobby speakers, some Jay-Z or Kanye West song or something, Ellie watched out the window curiously as others arrived. Once all of the characters were in the room, Ellie's eyes instead focused on a jacket she thought she recognized on one man, but before she could figure out who we was, her attention was grasped by their new boss. As he spoke, her expression stayed the same emotionless smile, but mentally she felt a bit like a deflated balloon. Once he'd stopped, she just couldn't help a comment, it was in her nature to be a bit snarky.
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"Some pep-talk," she muttered aloud, a tone that only those closest to her would be able to hear. Any thoughts of the familiar jacket on the man across the lobby escaped her mind as they were led into the sea of the music industry and all of the craziness that came with the contract. Her house was a few hundred miles away, but somehow, this craziness felt like home.
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[eunoia]

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Maddi shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to warm up her cold body. She realised, as the cold wind bit at her skin, how much this cold weather was going to take to get used to. Not to mention the fact that she barely owned any winter coats. She made a mental note to buy some at the first opportunity. Shrugging to herself, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase again and resumed pulling it along the uneven sidewalk. She had chosen to walk, wanting to get a 'feel' for the city but half an hour and many profanities directed her way later, she was beginning to regret her decision. 


She got out her phone, wondering how much further it was to the studio. She was about to give up and attempt to hail a taxi, (or Moore likely, call an Uber) when she saw the sign for Melangé Records at the end of the block. Unable to contain the grin forming on her face, she stood up straighter and made for the building. Her father had been incredulous about her decision to sign with Melangé. He had been unable to comprehend why she would go with such a new, little-known label when she was being offered several multi-million dollar deals from huge companies. But Maddi didn't need the money, and she knew that if she'd gone with them it would've been more about the money than the music. If Madilyn had gone with someone like Capitol for example, she knew that they would've wanted her to sing meaningless pop songs and that the focus would be more on what she was wearing than what she was saying. She would become a pop sensation, but her music would never be taken seriously. No, that want what Maddi wanted, she was prepared to sacrifice a little money or fame for real music, music that made you feel something. That was why she had gone with Melangé. The fact that Gabriel Martel was the founder didn't hurt either, after all, Maddi did find him insanely attractive.


Her thoughts were interrupted as she stepped inside the reception. Basking in the warmth Maddi stood up straight and pushed her shoulders back before approaching the receptionist and announcing her arrival.


"Hi, I'm Madilyn Haywood." 


Maddi didn't know what she'd expected from the woman, but was still a little surprised when the woman simply nodded and motioned for Maddi to go wait in the corner where a vaguely-familiar blonde girl stood, without even looking up from her phone. Madlilyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead went to join the girl, giving her a friendly smile before taking her phone out and checking her emails.


A few other people arrived, not that she paid much notice to them, and then Gabriel Martel entered the room, causing the few conversations that were taking place to come to a halt. Madilyn watched him intently as he spoke, although her short attention span caused her mind to wander and all she caught was something about an open bar and being family.


Maddi shrugged, a smile forming on her face once again. "Anyone want to go check out the rooms with me?"

 

[Romulus Scipio]

[SIZE=48pt]Rayland Trent[/SIZE]
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And the obligatory picture of Rayland's car, Rachel. '69 Charger, black.
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Time: 4:00 am


Location: Pennsylvania


Date: Monday, January 16th


     It was the day Rayland had been waiting to happen for years. All the hard work, hours spent strumming away in shitty bars, and countless "political" movements in the industry finally landed him a gig in none other than the Big Apple. He still remembered almost going deaf in one ear when he called his mother, her screams of joy blasted through the earpiece of his cellphone, making him pull the phone away from his ear with a squint in pain. A few days of packing and relocating his stuff from his old house to his mother's garage had allowed him to just narrow down the bare essentials he would need for the big move up to the city. His mother offered to drive him down to one of the AmTrak stations somewhere in Pennsylvania for him to ride up to the City, but Rayland refused, He was gonna drive his car up, he had worked too hard to get it. Besides, it matched his style perfectly. It was a part of his persona now. A slick guitar sensationalist with a retro car. It was a given. Rayland's mother relented after a few arguments, realizing Rayland wasn't going without his car. Her last words remained in his head as he started to drive up interstate 80 towards the city. "You're gonna regret takin' a car up there, it's known as a walking city for a reason!" He shook it off and turned up the radio, blasting "Hooked on a Feeling" the whole way there. 


Time: 9:30 am


Location: The Studio


Date: Monday, January 16th


     Rayland couldn't have planned it any better if he would've tried to. He laid out the drive perfectly, stopping outside the city in New Jersey for a quick breakfast at a small diner before continuing the journey into the city. Days prior to the drive, he located a parking garage online a few blocks down from the studio, and pulled up to park "Rachel" the day of arrival with time to spare. He patted her solemnly as he unloaded his gear. "I'll be back soon, baby. You aren't gonna rust in here, promise." He wasn't really one to talk to his car, he figured that was a little too cheesy, but he wasn't one to break promises and he didn't want to have the car go to waste, so might as well start talking to inanimate objects now. He slung his two guitars over each respective shoulder and dragged his rolling suitcase behind him, exiting out onto the busy city street. He looked up into the sky, a few raindrops hitting his forehead. He thought for a moment, and mumbled a "fuck it" before slapping his infamous black Ray Ban aviators sunglasses on his face. Despite the weather, he loved wearing those things, despite how tacky they were. Rayland took brisk steps down the street, reaching the door to the studio with seconds to spare. He looked down at his watch with a grin and pushed the doors open, letting out a quiet "Right on time" as he crossed into the lobby. 


     He scanned the individuals in the lobby over the top of the lens of his sunglasses, trying to get a feel for the room. His eyes darted right for the receptionist, and he let his world class smirk run across his face. He would be revisiting her later, he could tell. He kept feeling one of the fellow artists eyes catch on him and then go back whenever he tried to look back. He tilted his head, trying to get a good view of her, but he couldn't make out much, only catching glimpses of the back of her head. She was cute though, he could tell. Maybe he wouldn't even have to work at it in the city, and the women would come running to him instead. He took his sunglasses off and folded them up into his pocket, getting ready to approach his new "admirer", but was cut short by the appearance of Gabriel. Rayland listened to Gabriel's "motivational" speech like a Soldier listening to a General's orders, and took them to heart. He figured Gabriel wasn't going to take any of his shit, so he kept it serious for now. Maybe down the line he could work the working relationship into a more equal status, but for now he knew his place was at the bottom rung.


     He let a smirk run across his face when Gabriel hit on the threat of cutting the artists should they impregnate one another. A sly "Can't make any promises there, chief" ran through his head, but he wiped the smirk right off his face as soon as it had emerged. As Gabriel  wrapped up his speech, Rayland shifted forward more to get a clearer look at everyone. He scanned each of their faces before looking towards the blonde at the end of the line. "Ahahaha...fuck me." Rayland uttered under his breath, chuckling to himself. He instantly felt himself go rigid with regret, he didn't even think he'd have to see her again, and here of all places. He cursed his luck and began to run over every possible course of action he could take to avoid a painful conversation, especially one where he would have to apologize. 


     Rayland felt the lightbulb go off in his head when Madilyn spoke up about checking out the rooms. Ah, yes, the classic tactic of avoidance. A brilliantly simple plan that would give him some more time to think up of a better one. He stuck a hand and looked to Madilyn with a wide smile. "Yep, I would love to. Dying to get these things off my back." He pointed to the two guitars on his back and rolled his shoulders slightly, redistributing the weight. He started to move towards the elevator, holding out his left arm in front of him in a beckoning motion. "Lead on, miss....?" He let the end of his sentence trail off, leaving it in the form of a question. 

 
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[amxlia]

 
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Time: approx 9:40-9:45 am
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Location: The Lobby > The Elevator
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Interactions: @Ambela @Romulus Scipio
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The girl that had entered first after Ellie mentioned checking out rooms and Ellie shifted on her feet and looked around at the other faces, wondering who she might get along with. Walking up to the elevator next to a rather tattooed young man around her age, she smiled hesitantly but friendly and mentally cursed herself for her tendency towards "bad guys" or at least those who looked the type. She could blame that on her dumb hollywood dreams. Looking up to the man who was holding the door, her smile immediately dropped and instead changed to a look of shock, then, a look of absolute rage. She masked it quickly behind a cold hard stare as she worked her jaw trying to follow the rules that Gabriel had put out for them. Getting kicked out the first day would not make a good impression on anyone, and she didn't want to waste any chance at a future career on telling off the asshole in front of her. At least, she would take care of that later.
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"Excuse me, Rayland," she said as she stepped into the elevator, her words dripping with enough venom to take down an elephant. For her own sanity, she would do her very best to keep her distance from her ex, and for both of their mental and physical healths. For now, a pointed tone of distaste would have to do. Usually, she wasn't the violent anger type, but for the human waste-of-space that she saw before her, she would make an exception. Just... away from the prying eyes of the boss.
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[Entropy]

Lena Vanstone


Location: Elevators/3rd Floor Hallway


Interactions: @Couldyoustfu


Mentions: Everyone Else


Gabriel Martel was a large and intimidating, much like the other strangers Lena was currently standing in a room with. Suffering terrible jet lag, the small girl would likely give up a limb for a bit of sleep, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen any time soon. When Gabriel's speech came to an end and everyone started moving towards the elevators, she obediently followed after them, a single lavender suitcase rolling on the floor behind her. Lena roughly knew of Madilyn, Eloise, Rayland, and Cassidy which added up to she and Adrian starting at the absolute bottom while the rest had a running start. Even Rayland Trent, who had been headlining tabloids for a while now, though not because of anything music related. Always a lover of tabloids, it almost excited her that Eloise and Rayland had signed to the same record label. Half of her wondered if it was for publicity, but the way they addressed each other begged to differ. It was as if she was watching new tabloids happen in real time, and with that thought, Lena considered just how far she had made it. Gabriel Martel was going to produce her actual legit studio-recorded music. It was all still so hard to believe.


As usual in social situations, she stuck to Adrian's side, waiting to see what elevator he chose, and then sliding in as well. It wasn't that she couldn't be on her own, it just would be strange to choose so when there was a much more comfortable option, right? The reminder of how deeply she relied on Adrian resurfaced on the ride up, and inside her head, she was groaning a long, loud, monotone sound to distract her thoughts from insecurities. Today was not the day to act like an anxious child. She literally had to make five new first impressions today, and if she bombed, her life was going to be difficult for quite some time. 


When their elevator reached the third floor, she exited and followed the others once again, which was a good chance to assess them all without being noticed. Gabriel had mentioned they would occasionally be competition after all, and while Lena was confident in her singing abilities, she was worried about her non-existent competitive side. The guys were in a different league because they were various genre's. The girls' music was all very similar though, so one excelling kind of meant the other two failing. She watched the way both women moved with confidence and yet a healthy dash of grace, and instead of comparing herself, she found her eyes admiring their walk styles, and then just admiring them in general. Both were music Goddesses. A certain sex tape swayed Lena towards Madilyn's vibe more so, but there was no denying the talent in both. "Madilyn is so much prettier in person." she whispered to Adrian with a sigh, her gaze then drifting up to her friend. "I'm in the same vicinity as Madilyn Haywood." she added, eyes wide and head involuntarily shaking at the ridiculousness of her current situation. 

 

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"Yep, I would love to. Dying to get these things off my back." Maddi turned to see a brown-haired guy answer her question. "Lead on, miss...?" 


Maddi smiled before reaching out to shake his hand, "Maddi. And you are?"


Maddi didn't need a reply because soon after she asked, the blonde girl from earlier approached them, giving the guy a death glare before speaking, "Excuse me Rayland." Her voice dripping with venom. Then it dawned on Maddi, she'd listened to the girl's music a lot a few years ago, Elouise Bishop. And the man before her must be Rayland Trent, the guy who had single-handedly brought down her career. That would certainly explain the death glare. Madilyn stifled a small grin from forming on her face as she thought of all the fun that would happen with these two being near each other again. 


Maddi retreated into the elevator, head held high as she pressed the button to take them to the third floor, staying silent during the ride up, realising that anything she said or did would likely backfire with the amount of tension in the elevator. She was curious as to why Gabriel had signed both Elouise and Rayland, surely it was a conflict of interest. She shrugged, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind and instead focusing on keeping a neutral face as the doors opened, revealing the third floor. Madilyn exited the elevator, not allowing any emotion other than calm to show on her face as she made her way to the rooms. 


Being used to luxury one would assume that Maddi would be dissatisfied with the rooms, yet she felt nothing short of exhilaration as she looked around her. She was starting a new chapter of her life today, and this time she was going to earn everything she got. The thought frightened her a little, but above all  she was excited.


@Romulus Scipio @Smoaki