Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-4059927-20180524185323

Taking the initiative Gregory and Erick went off for their instruments, Gregory getting to his guitar and Erick settling behind the row of drums.

Gregory flipped the switch on the amp and started to lightly strum his guitar, toning it to the sound that he desired. “Hows this sound?”

“Sounds dope.” Michael answered, excitedly.

Outside a small group of kids started to form a line right outside the Final Cut establishment. As the minutes went by this line grew, containing kids of various cliques ranging from Greasers, to even Jocks, and even a few Townies. Despite the close proximity of these groups, and their tenuous rivalries, none of them seemed interested in causing any sort of conflict with each other.