Welcome.

[trustfellows]

Rise and shine. There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long. You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing. It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people by now, and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now. Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're not getting out of here anytime soon. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that. Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here. So relax and get to know your fellow Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile.

Comments

[destage]

[y'all gonna be the death of her smh

Ohhhh, Sayaka absolutely brightens when Alex brings up the idea of a show, clasping her hands in front of her.]

You really could! I could only imagine singing for people on a stage like this...I don't know anything that would go so great with a piano, though. But it'd be so wonderful...

[sleepytimegal]

Wait, you- you sing? Like...for real? [ She's trying to recall the profiles... Those things are so weird, but maybe helpful- ] Right! Yeah, you- you've got that on your thing, what kinda music...?

[destage]

Heehee--it's my job to, actually! [Sayaka beams, brightly at Alex.] It's pop music, though. I think other parts of the world just call us 'pop stars', or something to that effect.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...oh my- ]

A- a pop star?! Whoa! Ohhh, I- that is so cool? I don't- I haven't heard of you, since, you know, other countries- and I'm sorta- my stuff's usually all underground or found on bandcamp or just more niche, but still, I mean- you make music, that is so cool!

[destage]

[...you're adorable, holy shit Alex.]

Heehee! It's a lot of hard work, I'll admit. But it's so worthwhile, you know? To be able to put your feelings out there for everyone, and maybe touch them enough to make them feel like their not alone...that's the real meaning of music, to me.

[...though,] I don't believe I've heard of Bandcamp before...? Maybe it's something from where you're from, but I'm wondering what it is?

[sleepytimegal]

Ohhhh, that's definitely how I feel about it too, the whole...music philosophy thing, but- maybe they don't have it in Japan, Bandcamp's this place a lot of, oh, small groups and artists and stuff put their music for sale. Usually you can pay a minimum price but donate more to help get them off the ground. You can even listen to it there before you buy.

[destage]

...No, we don't have anything like that at home.

[She actually looks, like, in utter awe? Holy shit, could she possibly go solo with the help of her fans and this site?

This changes everything.]

Well...once I get home, I think I know what I'll be doing. It'd be nice to give something to the people looking to pursue their own dreams!

[...which she plans to do! Totally. Once she's got her name made.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh, she just made this girl's life didn't she? A grin, and she stands a little taller. ]

Ain't it? Ha, w-well I'm happy to, uh, let you know 'bout it! It's always cool to listen to stuff not attached to labels, see how people producer their own stuff.

[ likes: indie music ]