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[ rєduх ] ✖✖✖ α вαṉḋ ɾølερlαÿ speaks for itself. This roleplay follows three bands as they tour together. The name of the roleplay is given from its definition, which relates to the story of the band Mock Soldier, one of three bands that will be roleplayed here. The story goes that during their second tour, there was an accident that left the bass guitarist and second guitarist of Mock Soldier, along with several crew members, dead, and the survivors injured. A year or so passes before the two remaining band members decide to revive the band by auditioning two new members before going into studio to record a new album. The album, of course, does well and a tour is set up to support the album's release.

Paired with Mock Soldier are the bands Passing Decade and Co-lapse. Passing Decade has quickly gained fame, going from a simple garage band posting videos on YouTube to selling over 50,000 copies of their second album. This will be their first tour ever, and they'll be headlining with Mock Soldier. While considered an honor, the question has been asked if they were intended as openers or if they are truly sharing the bill equally. This question, of course, has sparked some resentful murmurs.

The third band is Co-lapse. Like Mock Soldier, they have already toured a few times and are a fairly well-known band. They just released their fourth album, but legal troubles left the record label they were signed with bankrupt and they were dropped from the label. The record label that Mock Soldier and Passing Decade are signed to picked them up, and, last minute, added them to the Redux tour to support the new album.

Passing Decade will discover just how stressful tour life really can be, something that Mock Soldier and Co-lapse have already learned. Meanwhile, Mock Soldier have to grow accustomed to their new band members and learn to get along, or the band will fall apart permanently. Will Co-lapse be able to handle the stress of a new contract and record label or will the stress threaten to break the band apart? How will things work out? Will the bands survive Redux Tour 2015?

Billboard.com - Mock Soldier, Passing Decade Announce 'Redux Tour 2015', Co-lapse Late Addition to Tour

Passing Decade and Mock Soldier have just announced their summer tour, Redux Tour 2015. Following a two year hiatus following the deaths of two of their members, Mock Soldier are back, touring to support their latest album, "Revival." They will headlining the tour with rising stars Passing Decade, who are touring for the first time in support of their second album, "Wild Poet." There will be over 30 tour stops in the US, and an European tour shortly after, with tour dates yet to be announced.

edit: Co-lapse has been added to the lineup, supporting their fourth studio album. Article to follow.

June 19, 2015 -- Hartford, CT -- XFINITY Theatre
June 21, 2015 -- Wantagh, NY -- Nikon at Jones Beach Theater
June 22, 2015 -- Mansfield, MA -- Xfinity Center
June 25, 2015 -- Toronto, ON -- Molson Canadian Amphitheatre
June 27, 2015 -- Camden, NJ -- Susquehanna Bank Center
June 30, 2015 -- Gilford, NH -- Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion

July 2, 2015 -- New York, NY -- Madison Square Garden
July 3, 2015 -- Burgettstown, PA -- First Niagara Pavilion
July 5, 2015 -- Milwaukee, WI -- Summerfest
July 6, 2015 -- Maryland Heights, MO -- Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre
July 8, 2015 -- Clarkston, MI -- DTE Energy Music Theatre
July 9, 2015 -- Noblesville, IA -- Klipsch Music Center
July 11, 2015 -- Tinley Park, IL -- First Midwest Bank Amphitheatre
July 12, 2015 -- Cincinnati, OH -- Bunbury Music Festival
July 13, 2015 -- Whites Creek, TN -- The Woods Amphitheater at Fontanel
July 18, 2015 -- Columbia, MD -- Merriweather Post Pavilion
July 19, 2015 -- Hershey, PA -- Hersheypark Stadium
July 22, 2015 -- Raleigh, NC -- Walnut Creek Amphitheatre
July 23, 2015 -- Charlotte, SC -- PNC Music Pavilion
July 25, 2015 -- West Palm Beach, FL -- Cruzan Amphitheatre
July 29, 2015 -- Virginia Beach, VA -- Farm Bureau Live
July 30, 2015 -- Atlanta, GA -- Aaron's Amphitheatre

August 2, 2015 -- Austin, TX -- Austin360 Amphitheater
August 5, 2015 -- Dallas, TX -- Gexa Energy Pavilion
August 7, 2015 -- Albuqueque, NM -- Isleta Amphitheater
August 8, 2015 -- Phoenix, AZ -- Ak-Chin Pavilion
August 10, 2015 -- Oklahoma City, OK -- Zoo Amphitheatre
August 12, 2015 -- Morrison, CO -- Red Rocks Amphitheatre
August 13, 2015 -- Orem, UT -- UCCU Center
August 15, 2015 -- Las Vegas, NV -- Cosmopolitan
August 17, 2015 -- Concord, CA -- Sleep Train Pavilion
August 28, 2015 -- St. Paul, MN -- Minnesota State Fair
August 31, 2015 -- Scranton, PA -- Toyota Pavilion

September 12, 2015 -- Puyallup, WA -- Washington State Fair

European Tour Dates TBA!

June 19th, 2015 - Hartford, CT
Arrived at venue, XFINITY Theatre, preparing for the 1st concert.

M a s o n
     W e l l s
| 19 years old | crush;; open | male | Position;; Frontman/Guitarist/Lead Singer | tags;; Open |

Mason Wells closed his eyes, one finger straying up to brush his right ear as an earbud threatened to slip out of place. He tapped a rhythm out lightly on his knee cap as light fingers ran through his hair, matching the beat of the song he listened to. Eleanor was fussing with his hair, griping about the length or something to that effect. He wasn't really paying too much attention to her administrations. She'd already attacked him with some cover-up and eyeliner, declaring that he'd have all of the ladies in the front row swooning before the end of the night. God, help him.

Eventually, she yanked his earbuds right out and ushered him off toward the bus, telling him to go get changed and find something to eat. He wasn't all that hungry, but he really didn't think that performing on stage in sweats - especially in June - would be all that comfortable. He didn't even hesitate to climb the bus stairs, apparently over his reluctance that'd been evident just two days before. Of course, he'd been leaving for tour then, and now, he was just grabbing an outfit to change into before he performed.

It took only two minutes to change, even in the cramped, undersized bathroom, even with his flailing, long limbs. He nearly cracked his head on the door panel, but he survived the ordeal and was soon scrambling outside. He had a feeling that there were fans lined up along the fences as close to the buses as possible, and he wasn't due to report to soundcheck for another hour or so.

So it was that Mason was soon crossing the yard, long legs taking him there with ease, before he hesitated, casting a glance over his shoulder. He hated to visit alone, just because things could get out of hand. Sure, he was certain security wasn't always far off, but he knew better than to go alone.

H a l e
     N o v a k | 27 years of age | crush;; open | male | Position;; Pyrotechnician | tags;; Open |

Hale Novak was losing his mind. Thanks to the last minute decision of the label, the addition of Co-lapse to the bill meant more work for him. He'd had to scramble to familiarize himself to the music of not only Passing Decade, but this other band. He'd worked with Mock Soldier since the beginning, so he knew their music. He'd had time to get to know Passing Decade because the tour had been announced a few months back. But literally, it'd only been about a month ago that he'd found out about the third band, and it'd taken a while to get the setlist that they'd be playing for the concerts.

In short, Hale had been pissed off and a little short-tempered where it concerned the third band. In his own opinion, it didn't help that the members were sharing a bus between the two that'd already been brought in. Co-lapse was expected to just mingle between the pre-designated Mock Soldier and Passing Decade buses. He was sitting in the back of the Mock Soldier bus, fingers stabbing at the keys on his laptop as he ran through his simulation again. He'd put on a theorized show thanks to a newer program that he was working with, and it allowed him to visualize what he wanted to happen and when in a song. He was pretty sure that he had it down pat, but one could never be too careful, especially where pyrotechnics were concerned.

E l e a n o r
     N o v a k | 22 years of age | crush;; open | female | Position;; Stylist | tags;; Open |

Eleanor Novak was ecstatic. She'd just finished making Mason presentable for the fans, and was frantically seeking out her next charge. This was her first time working with bands on a tour. She'd only ever worked with makeup and hair for models, but it was the same principal, and, if anything, there was more room for error for performances. No one would notice tiny flaws tonight, but during a photoshoot, that was a different story. She'd be expected to present everyone with no flaws, only perfection.

She was, however, confident in herself. She had the best job, as far as she was concerned. Fashion and beauty were important in her eye, and she was working with three fantastic, pretty well-known bands. Nothing could go wrong for her unless she were to make blatant, very obvious mistakes, and even that could somehow be construed as art or a statement, couldn't it?

Round and round we go. Sometimes it feels like we're on a roller coaster ride. Baby, don't you know? It could eat you up if you try to keep it all inside. Strumming along to the music coming through one earphone, Carolina bobbed her head to the beat. She always loved losing herself in some music before a concert. Like her uncle and father, she was what people would say "married" to it. She didn't necessarily disagree to that statement.

When people asked her what touring was like, she took both sides of what could be an argument. There was definitely some pros to touring. You get your music out there, you meet new people, see new places, you make new friends, and you have fun. Then there were the cons. Barely any time to visit landmarks, constantly changing time zones, being tired all the time, having to cancel shows when someone was sick, and really no time to rest. She was accustomed to it, though. She was just worried about her bandmates. She thought that they would be fine.

After she had finished the song, she put her guitar aside and walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes. She was never really the same as everybody else when it came to "style". She had changed into a white long-sleeve embroidered kurta, jeans, and some moccasins. Around her neck were one of her dad's cross necklaces, a peace sign necklace, and a necklace she had gotten from her mother two years before. She admitted that she had a style similar to her father's, who always wore a cross necklace to remember his religion despite his almost never going to mass. It was just what she was comfortable with.

She hopped off the bus, not wanting to stay cramped up in the confines of the couches, chairs, and bunks. She looked towards the direction of the arena and sighed. She had yet an our to do whatever before soundcheck. She hated down time. She never really knew what to do with herself during that time.

Dell. Co-Lapse Lead Singer

Dell was drinking some warm tea to help warm up her vocal chords, and calm her down. She was excited. Actually, she was beyond excited. She always got a bit hyper before shows and the thought of performing with two more bands was even more excited. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and held it for a moment. Focus. After several moments she forced the air to exit her lungs in a slow stream. Her dark eyes popped open. She pulled a small compact out of her back pocket and checked her make up. The cute little stylist girl had done a good job, her make up looked great! She had nervously smacked her lips until most of the lipstick was gone, she pulled her tube of red out of one more pocket and spread the make up onto her lips. With a smirk, she snapped the compact shut and sauntered out of the bus.


Razzdess. Sound Tech.

Razz yelped as she tripped over a cord, her green eyes widening as her life flashed before her eyes and the floor grew closer. She had caught herself. A small smile touched her soft pink lips as she realized how silly she was being. She gathered up the trailing loops of the thick black chord she was carrying and headed to the stage. She sat the lump of chord onto the stage and later returned with several microphones. A while later she had amps hooked up, microphones in the right places, several mic stands put together, and a sound board connected in a corner backstage. She crossed her arms and had a satisfied look on her face. She looked around for Mock Soldier members, they were first up for a sound test. She pulled a walkie talkie from her back pocket. "Mock Soldier report to stage for sound check."[/b]

M a s o n
     W e l l s
| 19 years old | crush;; open | male | Position;; Frontman/Guitarist/Lead Singer | tags;; Open |

Mason had missed the call for Mock Soldier to report to sound check, having already rounded the corner to where the fans milled at the gates. They were pretty loud, obviously excited to see the lead singer. He grinned and lifted a hand in greeting as he neared, but stopped when he became aware that Ryder was nearby. He absently touched toward his eye before stopping himself, lest he smudge it. Eleanor would be pissed.

"It's not like a lot of eyeliner is it? Like...on a scale of Stuart Pilkington to Pete Wentz, how bad is it?" His eyes crinkled at the corners a touch at the comparison he'd just made. "Last I saw of your drum tech was way earlier today. Haven't seen her, but she probably is off getting baked." He didn't sound pleased at the prospect. Why she'd been hired in the first place if she was going to be stoned the whole tour was beyond him. She should be clear-minded and focused on her job, especially if it was that important, which it was.

He didn't have a problem with her as a person, of course, for she was definitely quite nice, but regardless, he didn't like that she was getting high before a concert. Afterwards was fair game, as far as he was concerned. He let out a quiet sigh and turned toward the fans, moving closer to the fence for a moment, reaching a hand out to touch some of the hands poking through the fence.

There was a look of pleasant surprise on his face, as there always was, when he was near the fans. It always blew him away that these people were screaming about him, because of him. They were happy to see him. It was so different than his home life, back before he'd moved in with the West family. His own parents had mostly ignored him, unless they were upset about something.

"Anyone from the other bands nearby? I think there are a few Co-lapse fans mixed in. I see a shirt, at least. Maybe....shit...what's her name? Fuck. I can't remember her name...The short one..." Really, most of the girls were short compared to Mason, but that was only because he himself was nearly 6 feet tall. He couldn't recall the bass player's name, however. He'd seen her not too long ago, he was certain, but at the moment, her name escaped him. If he were to see Ava again, or even get some sort of hint, he'd recall, surely.


H a l e
     N o v a k | 27 years of age | crush;; open | male | Position;; Pyrotechnician | tags;; Open |

Hale continued to study his computer screen, thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration. There was a certain intensity in his gaze when he was really focused on something, such as at that present moment. He might not've noticed that Idrian had entered the back lounge of the bus, had they not spoken up. His dark eyes shot up at once, blank for a second as if he hadn't registered what they'd just said. Confusion was evident for a split second before his gaze cleared and he shrugged.

"Haven't you learned by now that there is no such thing as privacy on tour?" Despite Hale's general loathing for the added workload, Hale had no problems with Co-lapse or its members. He wouldn't have minded working with three bands if the third hadn't been literally so last-minute. He dropped his gaze back toward his laptop for a moment before frowning. "Anyway, the closest you might come to privacy when it's not a hotel night is going to be your bunk, and even that's not all that good."

He scrutinized his screen before running the program through for one of the Co-lapse songs. A sample of their music played quietly while Hale studied the screen, before tapping a key and watching as a corresponding flare of light signaled a firework. He nodded to himself and made note of the timing. Again, he glanced up and this time, squinted at Idrian. He didn't know them all that well yet, but something about their expression suggested something might be wrong. "Something wrong?"

He closed his laptop at this point, setting it aside and leaning forward a touch, suggesting that he was willing to listen to whatever they had to say. He'd been a pretty decent big brother to Eleanor, willing to listen while his sister ranted about some drama or another. Really, it'd started off with him having little choice other than to let Eleanor slowly calm down, but had eventually evolved into him responding back with his own thoughts and suggestions. Granted, he wasn't by any means good at solving problems, but sometimes it just helped for Eleanor to talk. He figured he might as well offer this same opportunity to just talk with Idrian and maybe help them feel better about whatever might be bothering them.


E l e a n o r
     N o v a k | 22 years of age | crush;; open | female | Position;; Stylist | tags;; Frieda, Alex |

Eleanor was busy sorting out the make-up bags, each with their own distinct print, as well as the names of each band member in her charge written neatly across the side in black Sharpie. She hummed a Passing Decade song in a low voice, but cut off when Frieda waltzed in, reeking of marijuana. Her nose wrinkled at the heavy scent and she faced the other roadie, crossing her arms over her chest.

She wasn't overly fond of the idea of drugs, but didn't particularly care if others did it, so long as she wasn't affected in any way. Right now, however, she was taking issue. Weed reeked and the scent lingered long after. She resented Frieda at that moment for coming along to her little domain, stinking it up while she asked for her makeup.

Eleanor lifted her chin, facing the drum tech, and crossed her arms. "No, I don't have any spare eyeliner. I have what I have for each member of the band, and my own personal eyeliner." Maybe she came across as a little bitchy, but she didn't care. This carefree girl waltzed in, probably high as a kite, and began poking around at her makeup, which was strictly for the band members in her charge. She'd been completely uninvited and Eleanor, frankly, found it kind of rude.

When Alex slipped in, Eleanor immediately danced several steps toward the drummer of Passing Decade, hands immediately going to his arm, which she clung to. She attempted to tug him toward a chair. "Makeup. Sit, sit, sit!" She didn't really have much to put on, but a little coverup and some playing with his hair could go a long way. Really, she wanted to make him presentable and maybe ask him about how things were going with Hollister, since they were dating. She knew he hadn't come in for makeup, but to speak to Frieda instead, but she didn't care. He was here now and she was taking advantage of that.


[Ack, sorry, only so much I can do with my characters at once. ;n;]

Carolina sighed with a smile, pushing her dad's hat further on her face. She didn't know why she liked it that low. It was just a habit of hers that she picked up from her dad. She kicked at the street, moccasins proving tough on the asphalt of the parking lot. She hadn't wondered far from the tour bus. She had her earphones in, random classic rock songs blasting through. Walk this way. Talk this way. She nodded and walked to the beat, fingering the air as if having a guitar in her hands.

To say she always had a song in her head was an understatement. Who could blame her? If she wasn't listening to music, she was listening to her father play and sing. If she wasn't doing that, she was listening to her mother sing. If not that, she was at the studio. If not, at rehearsals. It was what she had come to know. It was her life.

Altogether, her family had about two hundred guitars. Most of them were her father's. They had almost any kind of guitar you could probably mention. Most of them were antiques dating back from the 30s to the 60s. A lot of them were even signed by legends such as Jimmy Page and George Harrison. It was a pretty cool collection. And Carolina could tell you the difference between every single one since she was 6.