I'm a creature of the night doomed to a family of morning people

“I don’t really care. He’s free to date who he wants. I don’t know her all that well. If she turns out to be a complete bitch or obsessive or something I probably won’t like it but she doesn’t seem that way so far. A bit full of herself maybe, but not crazy. I don’t really know who else I’d rather see him with.”

“I don’t really miss it much at all. The people sucked there. I guess my family even though they stress me the fuck out.”

“I love Danny with all my heart. He’s my best friend and I would do anything for him. Part of me has always wished for something more but I know it’s best not to go down that road. Best friends are meant to be just that-- friends. I value our friendship too much to risk it. Besides, he has Clio and he seems happy with her.”

“Danny’s free to date who he wants. If it works out then cool. If not then it’s a life experience and a lesson learned. Personally, I think she’s a bit too diva for him.”

“What’s even more mind-blowing is that the Hex Girls literally owns a song explaining who they are, and it doesn’t take even five minutes to listen to!” Wendy added, as she rolled her eyes at idiocy of people who can’t even bother to search up who the Hex Girl’s were even right this minute. But the brunette grinned once again as she admired the other girl’s tank.·“Cool tank by the way.” Wendy nodded.·“Made it yourself?”·

“For real. It would only take a few minutes to find out who they are and hear one of their songs. It’s a two for one kind of deal,” Sam said. She looked down at her tank for a moment then back up at the other girl with a smile. “Thanks! Sure did. I wasn’t sure how well the fabric paint pens would show up on black but it worked out pretty well. I want to buy one of their official shirts at their merch stand too though.”

“The who?” Mai responded, only half listening. Eyeing over the lineup, Mai was unsurprised she didn’t know a single one. It wasn’t like she usually listened to this kind of music. She was, however, interested in the entire event. Even if she showed her enthusiasm in blank stares and crossed arms. Anything to get her out of the house.

Sam sighed and shook her head. Another one, she thought. “The Hex Girls,” she repeated. “God, I wish people would at least do a little research about the bands before attending a festival like this.”

“Oh hell yeah!” Toph agreed, laughing. She loved the vibe of this. People were going crazy and there was so much sound and noise and while that did make it hard to focus sometimes, it also was just so lively she couldn’t help but feel alive. It was the kind of place her mother would have a heart attack if she knew Toph was there. Too many people, too many confusing avenues, not enough accommodations, she would say. But Toph didn’t care. She was having the time of her life. “I mean, different style, different vibe, but sometimes the mood is right for the Muses. But yeah, I am definitely with you on this Hex Girls train. They’re rad as fuck and everyone’s gonna see that tonight.”

“Finally!” Wendy proclaimed, a wide side grin forming on her face at the mention of the Hex Girls. All day, it’s been people bashing or pinning The Lost Boys and The Muses together, making bets on which of the two was going to win the Battle of the Bands, and while she had her own totally and completely not bias reasons to why she would pick one group over the other, Wendy hardly heard a single peep about the Hex Girls. It’s like people forgot there was also a third group competing. “Was gonna lose my head thinking I made the Hex Girls up or something with how no one else saying a thing about them.”

“Fuck yes!” Finally, another Hex Girls fan and not someone that was obsessed with one of the other bans or asking who the Hex Girls were. “God, same. It’s nice to meet another fan. I’ve been asked who they are multiple times because of my shirt,” she said referring to her Hex Girls tank top. “Like, look at the line up. You know? Or a quick google search on your phone won’t hurt.”

Letting out a loud, and rather rude, snort Tink just shakes her head at the other girl’s statement. Who this bitch was - the blonde had no clue - but she wasn’t about to let her just go around tell lies now. “Please. No one even knows who the fuck the Hex Girls are. The Lost Boys have got this in the bag,” she declares, fully confident in every word she said. Not only did Tink full-heartedly belief the Lost Boys were going to win, she also knew that if they did have any potential competition it sure as fuck wasn’t about to be the Hex Girls.

Sam rose an eyebrow at the younger girl. She was one of those Lost Boys fans. Her least favorite kind of music fan was ones that got personally butt hurt over other bands and such. “Calm down, girl scout. The Hex Girls have just as good of a chance as the boys. It’s a competition not a matter of life or death. Who knows, maybe we’ll both be wrong and The Muses will win. For now I recommend you chill and enjoy the music.”

Music was one of the artforms that Toulouse adored but hadn’t managed to learn properly himself. He did play some drums, but mostly just to blow off some steam if he needed to. “The Hex Girls?” Toulouse hadn’t looked at the lineup, he was only there to vibe with other music fans. “Which ones are they?” He looked over at Sam, sipping his beer and pushing his sunglasses back up on his nose. “I thought the first band was pretty good!” He added with a smile towards her.

To Sam music was the greatest art form. There was so much diversity in it that there was something for everyone. It was part of the reason she ran a music store. She wanted to share music with everyone else. “You haven’t heard of them?” She let out a soft sigh. She wished they would get the recognition they deserved. “They’re an eco-goth rock band. They’re going to slay.”

wrenn was by far a hex girls fan, but they knew better than to say it around other people. the muses fan base was aggressive and the lost boys fan base was intimidating and wrenn felt more at home with the hex girls. so hearing someone else excited for them too only hyped wrenn up more. “i…..really hope…… so…. they…. are very underrated.”

Barkis wasn’t going to stay away from a good time, no matter how much it didn’t feel quite like his scene. He had his reasons for coming to Corona in the first place, but he’d stayed to put his finger on the pulse and figure out what made this place tick. And it had been entirely too long since he’d heard anything good come from just about anyone, as far as music went. Those reasons were wrapped up in a tight little bow when he turned to see the girl that had spoken, his eyes gleaming, and perhaps he was egged on by the few shots he’d downed so far to get into the mood. “I can’t lie to a pretty face,” he might have fibbed, “I have no idea who half of the people playing are. Care to catch me up?”

Sam was leaning against the counter at work, flipping through the latest copy of Decibel magazine. She never understood the whole “if you can lean you can clean” policy so many places of employment had. Though she never had really worked other jobs growing up until she opened her music shop. When she heard the bells jingle, signaling her someone walked into the store, she stood up. “Welcome! Anything I can-- Oh, it’s just you.” Her posture softened again and the cheery look she had was replaced with one of annoyance. “And to what do I owe the pleasure of having you grace my presence, Paulina?”

Beauty and the Beast - How has your muse changed as a person over their life? Have they changed for the better or for worse?

Sam hasn’t changed drastically over the years. Sure, she’s matured but she never really went through something so life altering that she had to adapt to it. She’s grown more confident though so I’d say she’s changed for the better.

Tarzan - How did the place your muse grew up in affect them?

“Yeah, well, this isn't really an ideal situation!” Sam shouts at him. She can see...things all around her. All different shapes and sizes with different, pained, faces. “Can you see them too?” she asked, scared. Normally when she saw something she was used to it but she had never seen something like it to that extreme. “I’ve never seen so many.”