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Sitting at home, etho was scrolling on his phone. It was the weekend and he had nothing better to do than relax at home. That was until his phone dinged with a message.
BITES GC
Skizz: practice in an hour!!
3x reacted 👍
Oh shit.
Etho completely forgot.
He quickly got up and put his shoes on before booking it to skizz's house.
He soon got there, panting as he had just ran for a solid forty minutes. Skizz opened the door.
"Jeez, etho, don't run out of breath already."
"Am I late."
"No, dude! Your the second one here! Come in!"
Skizz moves to let etho in. Inside was impulse sat on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looked up at etho and waved.
Later on Tango arrived and even later than that Bdubs. They were ready to play.
The five go down to the basement and start setting up their instruments, impulse and skizz on the drums, etho on keyboard, bdubs on guitar and Tango on vocals.
"You know, there's that competition coming up."
Tango mentioned.
"What of it?"
Impulse replied
"We should apply. We've got a pretty decent band, especially with ethos fancy new keyboardificator."
"Dude! That would be so sick!"
Skizz was practically vibrating at his seat.
"I don't know, would we even be any good?"
"Of course we would, etho. You never have any faith."
Bdubs softly punched etho in the arm.
"Besides we need the money. £3,000 for first place."
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try."
After their rehearsal the five went to the venue and signed up. The first round was next month, giving them twenty days to prepare.
The first round went off without a hitch. Out of the thirty that applied, only sixteen qualified, BITES being one of them. They decided to go to the glutamid bakery, a place co owned by Impulse and Tango so they would both get an employee discount, which ren was happy to give them, wanting his two favourite employees to be able to celebrate this moment.
"Dudes! We did so good!"
Skizz spoke before taking a bite of an éclair.
"It is only the first round, remember."
Etho chuckled, pulling his mask down to eat
"Yeah, but we got through!"
Impulse was about to chime in when the shop bell rang and three figures walked in, wearing clad leather and walking in almost formation. Etho recognised them from the first round, another qualifying band. What did they call themselves? The bread boys?
They walked up to their table, staring down at them from their sunglasses.
"Hey, losers, I see you qualified."
The one with green hair sneered
"Yeah, what of it."
Tango glared back at them.
"Hope you're not planning on winning. That prize is ours."
The Parrot hybrid spoke with the same amount of condescension as the first.
"So, what if we win. We'll rub it in your dumb faces!"
Bdubs shouted out.
The three just scoffed before going to the front. One of them ordering coffee while the other two tea. Ren asked them if they were going to stay, which the tallest replied with how 'bad boys don't sit in cafes' or something like that.
Once they left, skizz mumbled out.
"What a bunch of jerks."
Something told etho they wouldn't let go of that win easily