Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk
It's still rock and roll to me
Oh, it doesn't matter what they say in the papers
'Cause it's always been the same old scene.

  sans sunglasses | @genesis

So far, she had next-to-no idea what she was doing. Or how she’d allowed herself to be here. It was a shared birthday— Iliana and Kavindra. Iliana was turning sixteen, and her mentor favor was that Cass, Ronit, and Willa all worked worked that night to celebrate with her, and Charlotte stayed late. Kavindra, on the other hand, had just turned seventeen— the only kid to do so, as Maita and Artemisia were on the run somewhere— coming into what was not an insubstantial ability to take from the vaults of some sort of parent that had dropped her. As her treat, she’d decided she was buying tickets for the ten oldest kids, the former kid mentors, and the mentors on duty to go to the music festival, before she was cut off from spending. Kavindra, had, of course announced that after the shift change and Iliana had turned pleading eyes on her. She’d only had time to get Ronit to send an owl to Juan just in case she was killed and had reluctantly agreed to go.

They’d had a story for why a Muggle was going that twisted her insides, but— as they got closer, there was really no sudden remembrance of what was needed, no creepy tingling feeling. It was just another festival, sort of. There had been uncertain looks as Cass had gotten closer, hers among them, but she… she was in, and she could see and hear. It was all going so well, but then— at the edge of a crowd, she was pulled in.

Okay, well, she could get her way out. They’d made arrangements that if particularly she got separated, if she wasn’t at the gate in two hours to go looking for her, 'just in case she wanted to listen to the music'. Some shit like that, that was really an excuse for all of them separating. She had this. She was in, she was employed, her name wasn’t on any registration forms.

All she had to do, she thought cheerfully as she tangled her way out of the mass of bodies that was not dissimilar to forcing a way through a subway during rush hour, was get back in two hours. Easy, simple. Except not so lucky because as soon as she found a place where there seemed to be air, room to stand and far enough from the crowd to talk her elbow clipped someone near her.

“Sorry!” She forced a giggle, because that’s what people did, right? Or maybe if she seemed slightly drunk or high? People still got high at magical concerts, right? God, she was going to fucking die. At her first music festival. This sucked, and she hoped that Lysia was told her mother died in a better way than elbowing someone.

Where have you been hidin' out lately, HOney?
You can't dress Trashy Till You spend a lot of money.

Everybody's talkin' about the new sound
Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me
Outfit.

It had only been a few months with Genesis officially being a member of the Weird Sisters II, and she has still yet to fully believe that anyone knew who she was. The band she was a part of before had very little fame. She was used to being able to go on stage, perform, and then go into the crowd and not be recognized. The ability to do so was something that she still fully believed she could do again. She wasn't what she considered famous yet. Plus, who cares about the drummer anyway. Though she knew she was amazing, she was well aware that all the attention of any band was all on the Lead Singer and just because Tib was the one that got her into the group didn't mean that got her enough attention yet for her to be recognized.

However, Genesis Landa Roseland was no idiot. If she was going to adventure outside the VIP area, she was going to make sure she had disguised herself in someway just a little bit. She made sure to change her outfit from something she had already been seen in that day and put a hat and some cool blue sunglasses on. Yes, that would do her perfectly. It was working too. She had been out of the VIP area of the music festival for about half an hour now. It might have helped that she ditched her usual red lipstick.

Gen loved being part of the crowd. She was a lover of music and getting to experience like everyone else made it much more enjoyable. She got to dance with fans without them knowing, and she could talk to people about what they liked about the music. It was information she would be sure to bring back with her to share with the guys. Van seemed to listen to what she had to say now after that song that they worked on together. It made her feel more like the band than just someone there to play until someone better came around. Which wouldn't happen. She was the best drummer around.

The worst part of festivals was trying to get out of large mobs of dancing people. Sure if there was an emergency, and you had to get out people would move but if you were navigating your way out it was very frustrating. Gen would not be fazed by getting pushed around a bit as she made her way out but she was a bit fazed by someone's apology. "It's alright, cariña," Gen smiled at the girl. She was hoping the girl had the same goal as her as continued to speak, "repay me with a favor though. It's much easier to get out of this crowd when its two bodies were pushing through the rest." Though there was a bit of an accent of the country they were currently in taking over Gen's accent it was clear that her accent still held close to what was considered an American accent.

Still Rock and Roll to Me

Her back was tensed, tight. She had the pocket off-brand knife . . .somewhere, but that would be next to useless against a wand. Her shrieker, while it would be heard, might mark her out as a Muggle, even more dangerous, but it then again, might not work. Magic and all that. Domun was like that, where the magic allowed duct tape, packaging tape, and braces, but her cell phone often decided to break. And her earbuds kept sparking against her, until she'd finally just taken her phone and left the buds at home. If she kept her phone off there, sometimes it was okay. It hadn't started smoking yet, so that was lucky.

"Deadass though?" The slang usually didn't rise to her lips as easily as it did now, a result of spending eight years in the UK. It had been pulled from her, natural as speaking to one of her friends back home there. It was-- hang on. She knew that English, knew the cant and the fall of words.

There was no way, but. . .

"City walk it?" That in itself wasn't slang, really, just the reference to stick close, be aggressive as possible, give no mercy, shove with shoulders and not care. Places to go, time crunches, desperation, in a grey glittering city of eight million where no one cared. She offered a hand-- they'd be stronger together, less easy to separate.

☆240 words, @genesis , I'M SORRY IT'S SO SHORT ☆

❤fai

EVERYBODY'S TALKIN' ABOUT THE NEW SOUND
FUNNY, BUT IT'S STILL ROCK AND ROLL TO ME

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As much as she wanted to leave the crowd right now she knew she would miss this when it was no longer possible. That's why she had made sure to head out to do so here. It might honestly be her last chance. But she thought about it while she was out there today. The carefree fun that she enjoyed during concerts and festivals was something she could help others feel. She would be up on stage with the band and they would be making the music everyone was jamming out to. She liked that idea. Anyone else would blink a few times at the slang. Heck at first had a moment of what the? before it was pulled back into her mind. Was this girl from? No? Genesis hasn't actually seen anyone from home since she visited the city when she was eighteen. Boy, she missed it there sometimes. But her life here. She was about to become very famous for doing what she loves. That was the dream. She had thought about asking the girl where she was from. Genesis was always down to make a new friend. Before she could decide to say anything the other was speaking again. City walk. That's a simple one. Anyone could say that one. Her mind could skip the whole you just said something I don't hear here thing and focus on getting out of this crowd."Is there any other way?" Genesis wrapped her arm around the other girl with a wide smile. "You push, I shove?" She raised her eyebrows with her words. Genesis' free arm went in front of her ready to get started.

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| Word Count: 275 | Outfit | Cassandra Leah Stone | Sorry for the shortness and more importantly, sorry for being extremely late. |