Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20180217205900

Milo walked beside him, with his hands in his pockets. He was expecting an earful, having received one from Becky, who had done nothing but rant quite openly about cheerleaders doing nothing but bully her for her dress sense, then all of a sudden try to wear something of a similar style to it. After listening to what Michael had to say, Milo exhaled. "After that Final Cut gig. They are leaving then. I had hoped they would stay longer, to help get us some publicity to pull a gig of our own. Instead of depending on people to hire us. I figured, since money talks in this place, having a rich brat on our side might help. But, that ain't what I wanted to talk to you about."

"What's wrong with them calling the shots?" Jo asked him. She was getting on the defensive a tad, since Milo was one of her closest friends, and Michael was the first friend she had made in a long time, since meeting Milo. Leroy, she had pretty much grown up with, and naturally had her loyalty. Most people didn't get her, so she naturally struggled with making friends and keeping them.