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Black. Grey. Loud. That’s the description Shawn has given his drumset since he got it. He’s never stopped talking about how much he enjoyed getting every ounce of anger out on that set. His drumsticks have been through hell and back more than enough times, which is insane considering he’s already broken eight pairs of them in his 18 years of living. His best friend, Dave, tells a different story. He likes to sing, and he plays electric guitar. He loves doing both and is always on top of cleaning and being careful with his guitar, he’s had the same one since he was 13.
“How about this… Suicide Bugs. It’s totally punk-rock and completely, and utterly, awesome!” A young brunette exclaims with a mouth full of pizza.
“Ew, bugs. Shawn you know I hate bugs, why would we name our band after something I quite literally despise.” A ravenette replies coldly, cleaning his face neatly.
“Alright then, how about… Sonder? The emotion?”
The dark-haired boy thinks for a moment about the proposal. “Seems legit,” he replies with a shrug, carefully eating his pizza.
“Great! Then, that’s our band name. Shawn and Dave, the perfect duo for an equally perfect band!” Shawn grins, his fingerless gloved hands reaching into the air as he emphasizes the excitement. His friend chuckles to himself before coming to a realization of some sort. “Hey, we need a bassist… You can’t exactly have a cool band without a hot mysterious bassist, you know?” This got Shawn thinking, and he stopped directly in his tracks. He took another bite of his pizza before talking again with another mouthful, “I think I know someone exactly like that…” He spoke, swallowing his pizza right after.
“There’s this guy, okay? His name totally fits our vibe, Topher. He’s super mysterious, I barely know a thing ‘bout him except for that he’s completely obsessed with reality T.V. Oh, and I mean obsessed. But man, when he gets his pretty, little hands on that bass, he can play like a damn riot.”
The way Shawn described Topher made him seem like some celebrity, and that’s what the young Dave took him as.
“No shit?”
“None!”
“Well, what the hell are we standing around eating pizza for? We gotta find this guy, man!”
And with that, the two boys set off to find this "mysterious" man, and his "professional" bass skills.