Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20170925145712

Josh sat down on one of the seats on the front row. He was paying attention, he just wanted to finish the comicbook.

"We need a drummer, if you want to do that," said Jo.

Milo checked his list, moving his finger down his own chicken scratch notes on the clipboard that Jo had stolen from the main office. "Keyboard, Becky. Guitar, I think Josh said your name is Gregory? Alright. Vocals, Jo. Rap, Leroy."

"We're not getting those cheer bitches to dance on stage," Jo informed him. After the whole Kyla vs. Ryan fiasco, she had more than her fair share of the school elite for a while.

"We aren't getting cheerleaders to dance for us, we don't need them," Milo replied. He wrote something down. "Josh, you're the roadie, if you are cool with that."

"Sure," Josh muttered, not looking up from the comic book.