Oricalcum, Felix, & Ross
Ori stretched his legs again, he was getting so tense he could barely move. The male, with short pink hair and light pink eyes, looked in the faded back-stage mirror once more. His face stared back at him, his 20 year old face. Funny, he was younger than the base guitarist, and yet he was lead singer. Stretching again, he got up and headed to the small party that had arrived with Pima.
Ross, the female singer, stood chatting with Felix. Her fiery orange highlighted brown hair bobbed as she chattered enthusiasticaly. She stopped as Ori walked over, and smiled. "So, what's the band's name? You thought of it?" Ori grinned back, and chuckled inwardly before entering. "Flick 3D. That's our name." Ross grinned back, beaming. "Awesome!"
Felix grinned also, his pudgy belly shaking as he chuckled. His smale wisp of black hair bounced on his bald head, and his black curly mustache curved with his smile. "Jolly good, jolly good, 'ey?" Ori then turned serious again. "Now, where are the others?" He sat down in his chair, labeled ORI in gold letters. Ross and Felix sat in theirs, and they waited with baited breath.
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[Only for those in the band]