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Charlie Bradbury
Fangirl. Awesome. Mentally married to Arwen.

((ooc: this is part of an awesome rp. Which is awesome))

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The show was about to begin. Rory had no time to greet anyone before it, he would have to say hello at the party that followed the show. He and the band was getting ready. He took his guitar and stood at the side of the stage. All the guys were nervous, more than he was, and chatted with each other. Rory just smiled politely. He wanted to get it started already. After about ten minutes later than what they stated, the owner of the pub stood on the stage and yelled into the microphone: “Show your love for ‘Mr. Pond and the quackers’!”

They climbed onto the stage in a run and Rory stood in the middle. “Hello everyone, and thank you all for coming tonight for our first ever show as a band! Special thanks for the pub owner, Charlie Beckman, who let us have the show in his pub. Cheers, Charlie! The first song is a song I’ve written for a special person, that I hope will hear it oneday.”

As Rory sung the song Martin knew exactly who the song was aimed at. He felt sad. After all that had happened he really wished that the person who it was aimed at could hear it. He shook his head and smiled. He was just happy to be able to support his friend.

Douglas glanced at Martin, who had not replied in the slightest. He sighed softly, and stepped back. “I should go…” he said softly. “It was foolish of me to come.”

Arthur had never been to a concert of any kind before. Mum always said he would get himself into trouble. Or lost. Or both. He bounced excitedly as Rory and his band came onto the stage.

He watched the exchange between Martin and Douglas. Or rather he watched Douglas exchange something to Martin and a frown crossed his features. Was Douglas leaving? He subtly (or what Arthur thought of as being subtle) made his way closer to the pair. All the while still doing some kind of odd sort of bobbing dance along to the music. It really was brilliant music, he thought.

After a lot of asking and begging from Arthur, Carolyn agreed to take him to his friend’s concert. She knew it wasn’t a good time to say no, after all the drama That seemed to be in the background of their life, mostly from the side of their pilots. A little bit of fun couldn’t harm anyone. When the show started, Carolyn was watching the dancing Arthur from a safe distance from the bar, sipping a drink. She noticed that he stopped watching the band and started looking at the two pilots who were standing in the middle of the room, having what seemed like an argue. Should she go there as well?

AMY POND

‘I should not be here’, Amy thought to herself, staring at the pub’s door. ‘I am not going to enter. I am NOT going to enter’, she said quietly, but then she heard his voice. Her husband’s voice. She couldn’t resist anymore. She covered her head with a hood and entered. The familiar room was full of happy strangers and on the stage stood the only person who could make her heart skip a beat or two. She settled in the darkest corner of the room.

“Nobody can see me”, Amy said to herself. “I’m invisible”

From that moment on, she couldn’t take her eyes off Rory.

“Come on!” she said, “it’ll be fun. Something else than women and expensive wine for once, Balth.” With that, Anna had grabbed his hand dragged her brother inside. The concert had already started, but not for too long it seemed. Everyone seemed really excited for this, except for a few odd people in the pub.

Anna surveyed them for a moment before she turned around to face her brother, only to find out he’d wandered off already. She could see his back was turned to her, that he was standing at the bar and she figured he was trying to get them some drink, probably alcoholic. The redhead angel shrugged before turning back to eye the stage. Maybe there were familiar faces here. Or maybe she could make new friends.

“Come on!” Balthazar parroted childishly, his voice high pitched as he made his way over to the bar. “It’ll be fun! No booze for once, Balthazar.” He scoffed. “Killjoy.” Balthazar had agreed to spend a night out as part of the entire sibling bonding thing Anna was trying to do, but this place was way too low for his standards.

Of course she’d disagreed and dragged him inside. Well, nothing to do about it. Maybe there were familiar faces he could talk to. And maybe the booze here was actually enjoyable. Ordering one diet coke for Anna and a bottle of the most expensive beer they had here, he turned around, waiting for his order to be fulfilled. The crowd seemed to love the band on stage, some band he hadn’t heard about. He spotted Anna in the corner of his eye, who apparently was enjoying herself. Waiting for the drinks, he looked around.

Doing her best not to be seen, was Natasha or..at the moment, Laura, who was swaying along to the music not too far from the stage. 

Because it was fairly crowded, it didn’t take her long to do what she as sent for an despite her better judgement she decided to stay.

What? The band was surprisingly good. 

Besides, no one had seen her and it was her night off. Laura’s anyway. 

So, she did what every sensible spy would do and began dancing.