#cievent14

“Oh no, ma’am, you really don’t have to!” Felix insisted as the woman running one of the pastry booths insisted that she should give him a few pastries for free. All he had done was nailed down a few bolts to keep her booth from willing around anymore, and admittedly, he had offered to do so for free after taking note of how some of the nails to her booth were loose. But then again, Felix has been helping around with all sorts of booths since early today, wanting to help any of the venders and make sure that those taking part in this music festival was having fun. So the free pastries was surely unneeded, yet the vendor continued to insist until the handyman found himself holding onto a bag filled with assortment of pastries. At that point, Felix had no choice but to smile at her. “If you really insist, then thank you ma’am!” He thanked, nodding at the woman before bidding her a goodbye. But as he walked off, the blonde glanced at the bag and gasped. “Jiminy Jaminy, that’s a lot of pastries!” More than just one feller like him could eat on his own! That is when he turned his sights on the nearest person to him while holding out the bag. “Hi there, would you like a pastry? It’s free!”

“Call Me Maybe?” The ex-prisoner read with a shake of the head at the program he held. He currently was walking randomly through the festival. “Bold choice of song, I’ll give him that.” Lance commented to himself, despite having not a single clue on who this Gene guy even was. Then again, after being in prison for five long years and have just recently gone out a little over a week ago, most of these names listed within the program weren’t familiar to him. In fact, the only name that was familiar was— “Well I be damn.” Flipping the page, his gazed landed on one name in particular. Flynn Ryder. And then Lance read the name of the song he was planning on performing. “Redneck Woman!?” Lance then read out loud with an exaggerated gasp. He ended up laughing to himself a second later at it.

Decked out in the Butterfly Effect merchandise t-shirt she designed for the battle of the bands, the one pair of ripped up skinny jeans she owns specifically for performing with the band, and her black converse, Poppy was ready to take the festival by storm. The only thing she was missing was the leather jacket she had embroidered with a butterfly on the back - but it was just too hot for that. She was sitting at one of the makeshift tables the event coordinator had put up for the smaller acts to sell their merch with Lily Rose on her lap, trying her best to bring as much attention to the group before they got up on stage later. “Hey there! Interested in buying a Butterfly Effect shirt?” she called out to the person walking by. “We’re one of the acts today! A pop-rock girl group! The shirts are free, but we’re always accepting donations if you want to give back!” She’d only added the last part because she knew Emily expected her to at least try to make a bit of a profit on the shirts. Or at the bare minimum break even on how much it cost to create them.

Pacing across the waiting room, it was taking everything in Tink to not just burst down the doors and find Nibs’s room on her own. If she had known it was going to take this long, she would have demanded to go back with him from the start - regulations and rules be damned. But thankfully right as she was starting get close to losing her shit a nurse came by to tell her he was ready for visitors and should be discharged soon. The nurse gave a whole warning about how she needed to be gently and careful with him, which Tink only half listened to, nodding her head until finally the she was guided back towards his room. As soon as the nurse walked off, the blonde was quick to open the door and storm right in. “Who the fuck did this to you? What did they look like? Did you know them? I swear to god Nibs, I’m going to fucking murder them for this.” @nibblcs​

With her arm looped through Tiana’s, Lottie didn’t really bother paying too much attention to where they were walking. She trusted her best friend to navigate them out of anyone’s way. So instead she kept her eyes roaming around the giant outdoor amphitheater and all the people gathering around for the festival. “This is just so fun, ain’t it? It’s almost like being back home with all the music playin’ everywhere!” Really this was nothing compared to downtown New Orleans, but it was the closest thing Lottie’s seen so far and that was enough to get her excited. “We should buy some merch! I bet they probably got some for The Muses and all the other little performers.” @tiasbeignets​

“do you think it’s too late to build a spaceship costume?” benny asked out of the blue, suddenly struck with a potentially brilliant idea that he needed kitty’s opinion on. “nothing too fancy. just some painted and cut up cardboard would work. actually, it doesn’t even have to be a costume, it could just be a prop that we dance around with. we could all make one! landon will probably be down, right?” @cuckockitty​

“So...” Rex began, attempting to figure out how he was going to word this as to not stress Mel out anymore than she probably is. On the outside, she looks to be completely calm and collected, as if she didn’t have a single nerves about what was to come during this Battles of the Bands. And if she actually wasn't feeling nervous about any of this, than Rex would admire her even more because he was completely certain that he was feeling nervous enough for the both of them alone. But this time it wasn’t about him as he wasn’t planning on performing at all. He was but a spectator for this event, though one who was to gain access into the backstage area where Mel and the rest of her sisters were, which is how he was here at the moment. Finally getting the chance to not only speak to Mel before she has to perform, but see her after not having the chance to for weeks. “Do you need a new bottle of water? Maybe a small towel? Oh, there’s a stand I passed before getting here that was selling these low fat and carb corndogs? I don’t know how serious they are, but if you’re hungry I can go and get you one of those...? @mel-ancholymuse​

While Anna wasn’t really a dancer, she figured figure skating was pretty similar and she’d taken enough dance courses in college that when Teri had come to her asking if she’d be a backup dancer for The Muses she felt comfortable saying yes. It was one of her first times actually participating in an event like this and she was so beyond excited. But also nervous.  “Is it normal to be this anxious? I know it’s silly, since I’m not even the one competing, but it’s still kinda scary right?” she asks the other girl as they sit on the floor together, stretching and preparing for the performance. @terithemuse​