You’re walking around the halls of your Highschool. You’re a student but you haven’t joined a club yet. You’ve tried a couple but none have really worked.

While walking down the hall you hear laughing and some instruments being played. It was the music club, though it was more of a band. They were pretty well known in the school but they weren’t bad people.

You approached the room curiously, met with each member, six total. Each at their respective instruments or goofing off in some way as snack foods were askew the desk in the front of the room or on chairs

Luke: “Man the songs feel dead right now, something is missing…” Luke complained as he was currently eating a chip and sitting man-spread on a spare desk. Hoodie sleeves rolled, phone being spammed by an ex of his (which was being ignored)

Trish nodded in agreement “They’re not the same. Damn it.” Trish groaned as she and Emmy were wrangling with fixing a broken string on Emmy’s bass

Isaac and Celia both nodded in agreement before going back to their antics. Isaac and Ceilia trying to see how many guitar picks they could hide on Onyx’s sleeping body, who was hunched over his laptop with some lyrics on a document