Time After Time (One on One) {OPEN}

The music business is tough- especially for up and coming bands. That much hadn't changed for two souls. And originally, their hate for each other hadn't either. Not that they really know that anymore.

Years ago, two members of two different bands on a new label hated each other's guts. However, both lives were cut short.

Now, their souls are back. New bodies. New bands. New rivalry. Same record label. Same old story

However, as these two dig in deeper, and as their dreams uncover past events, those deaths may not have been an accident, and it just might happen again.

And maybe, they didn't really hate each other.

((Basically: Reincarnated musicians have to put aside their differences to figure out some shady shit, and accidentally fall in love))

gasps

(bonjour, may I?)

(I’ll stalk.)

Sure!!! Any preferences about anything? (Reincarnations of actual people vs fictional, gay vs straight relationship, ect.)

(I'm thinking straight because I need to try out my straight girlie in an rp. Other than that, no preferences! :)

((Alright! Wanna do forms or nah?))

(Let's do nah, I have an annoying way of revealing everything super quickly anyway, so yeah. You wanna start?)

((Sure))

Eric hummed to himself, guitar case clutched tightly to his side as he walked in the studio. It had been a long, sleepless night again, and he was chugging down coffee like it was keeping his alive- which it practically was. But he was fine, he'd swear it up and down. He walked down the hall, still a bit out of it and half asleep. And walking into some one. "Hey, watch it!"

Lulu turned around and glared at the man. "You watch it. I'm not the one with a guitar case." She'd been here, doing scales, for three hours. She wasn't in the mood to compromise.

Eric glared back. "Uhg, it's you." He muttered, running a hand through his mess of green and blue hair. He was already exhausted, and with the shit he had to put up with last night, and he was ready to fight some one.

"Mhm. It's me." Black hair fell over her shoulder, a contrast against her light brown skin. "What do you want?"

"I'm just trying to get to to our session." He said, trying to get past. "Now, if you'll excuse me-"

((Um… their supposed to be in different bands… the "our" was referring to his band… sorry, I should have been more clear))

((I'm so sorry! Let me write another and delete that one.))

"You didn't apologize." She said, planting her feet. Honestly, right now she would do anything to get on his nerves.

((It's fine, I should have been more clear, that one's on me lol. Thanks.))

Eric rolled his eyes. "Look, if I'm a few minutes late, our drummer starts panicking, I have to go." He said, shoving by. "Good. Bye."

((Tag yourself I'm the drummer))

((mOoD I'm the mixer for Lulu's band…you'll see))
Lulu glanced after him, glaring a little, then rolling her eyes with a huff. "Fine. Rude."

Eric popped into the room, smiled. "Hey guys!" He said, smiling. He put down his case, pulling out his guitar. "Didn't miss anything, did I?"

Lulu shut the door behind her with a sigh, the rest of her band looking up with a smile. "Hey, Lulu!" The mixer said with a small smile. "I kind of need your help…this beat isn't right and it's making me really, really mad."

"You're on time!" The drummer said, grinning childishly.

"Yeah, KitKat, I'm not late, surprise!" He said, laughing. "What are we starting with?"

((Wanna time skip to something happening? A black out or something that makes them stumble into something?))

(yeah, that sounds right.)
"Nice, one, guys! I'll be right back," Lulu told the group, stepping out of the room and walking down the hallway.
That's when the lights went off. The air went off. Everything was suddenly silent…and very, very dark.

"What the fuck?" Eric asked, suddenly freezing in the middle of playing. "Hold on, I'll go out and see what's happening." He said after some arguing. "For the sake of Sid fuckin' Vicious…"

Lulu cursed under her breath, stepping around the place. The lights were so fluorescent before that she couldn't see a thing now. "Um…anyone there?"

"Over hear!" Eric called out, squinting. "Who is it?"

"Lulu Vohra. Who're you?" Lulu responded, taking a couple steps towards the voice.

"Eric Lyndon." He said, tripping over something and falling backward into a door. "Shit!"

((Lowkey named him after the lead singers of The Sex Pistols and The Dead Kennedys.))

((honestly mood))
"Here, no, you're fine," Lulu hesitantly felt around before taking his hand. She wasn't usually one for physical contact, but he'd tripped.