JUNKBAND; ALISTAIR'S GENESIS!
JUNKBAND; GENESIS
FULL NAME alistair kwon.
OTHER NAMES
kwon sungho | 권성호
korean name that no one uses. even the school system has him saved as alistair kwon.
oppa | 오빠
he's often seen as the one dude you'd like to bring home to your mom. the name is used by his friends who are a) not younger and / or b) not female because it's great fun to see him turn tomato red in embarrassment and ask them to stop. "oppa, why are you so handsome today?" "shut up... stop pouting!!"
ali | 알리
alistair is way too long and although he likes it & always introduces himself with his full name, people will always ask whether they can call him ali instead.
korean name that no one uses. even the school system has him saved as alistair kwon.
oppa | 오빠
he's often seen as the one dude you'd like to bring home to your mom. the name is used by his friends who are a) not younger and / or b) not female because it's great fun to see him turn tomato red in embarrassment and ask them to stop. "oppa, why are you so handsome today?" "shut up... stop pouting!!"
ali | 알리
alistair is way too long and although he likes it & always introduces himself with his full name, people will always ask whether they can call him ali instead.
BIRTHDATE may 13th (20).
BIRTHPLACE bath, england.
HOMETOWN bath, england.
ETHNICITY korean.
GENDER cis male.
PRONOUNS he / him.
UALITY ace.
FACE CLAIM astro's eunwoo.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT 183cm + 71kg.
APPEARANCE he walks into a room and roses bloom behind him as a saxophone plays softly in the background. with dewy skin that makes poppy jealous (half genetics, half expensive skincare courtsey of his mom), large lidded eyes and a sharp nose, alistair exudes a confident, collected aura even if he's just standing there with his back straight and his clasped hands placed on his stomach. his skin is pale and his hair a dyed brown - he hasn't sent his mom a picture of himself in ages - he usually tries to keep a placid expression but easily breaks into a wide smile that turn his eyes into crescent moons. tall and limbs still slightly toned from years of tennis, but has a soft stomach.
STYLE he may not show off his wealth with pairs of expensive sneakers and outrageously priced tshirts, but all his clothes are fitted and pressed. the only indicators of his wealth are his watches and his leather shoes, so people don't notice his wealth when they glance at his usual outfit of a crisp white shirt and black jeans. he likes shopping from traditional brands like burberry & ralph lauren and tends to steer clear of nike's newest sneakers or comme des garcons sweatshirts. he also famously abhors balenciaga. doesn't really accessorise as he feels like rings & necklaces just get in the way. even so, he doesn't shy away from colours and you can spot him in a mint green t-shirt and white shorts in the summer when he's in a more casual setting.
PERSONALITY
infj the advocate
3w2 ravenpuff lawful good phlegmatic-melancholy
3w2 ravenpuff lawful good phlegmatic-melancholy
despite his many attempts to present himself as the person his family wants him to be, there is no hiding the stars in alistair's eyes and the warmth in his smile. he's been told to maintain an air of regality and the teachings are still ever present, an emotionless expression set in place until you tap his shoulder and he whips his head around with widened eyes and a high-pitched 'hm??'. he rarely goes up to people for a conversation, and sometimes he effectively kills off the conversation with the awkward things he says, but he's never one to turn away from someone who's actively seeking him out even though he was always taught to do so. it just never felt right.
with that being said, you can still see traces of his father in him, often practical and taking on the role of a leader when needed. despite his rather 'soft' exterior (according to erik, anyways), he is the one person you can alway rely on when sudden events occur, as a determined glint is reflected in his eyes as he tackles whatever it is head on. however, he functions by the book - too by the book - and sometimes his well thought-out plans backfire on him. perhaps it's the lack of genuine social interaction and perhaps it's just him, but alistair often finds himself saying the wrong things at the wrong time, be it a bad joke or something that hurts, not noticing how the atmosphere has changed in the room until poppy elbows him and changes the topic. it doesn't help that he finds it incredibly hard to apologise (verbally, at least) as it's something he's rarely done before, and often clams up when faced with an argument because he cannot handle confrontation. after all, he's used to those around him being polite and respectful, and sometimes it's noticeable from the way people have to wait an hour as he curls his hair and chooses his outfits slowly or when he doesn't hold the door open behind him. doesn't necessarily have problems opening up - in fact, he's the type to tell you his life story if you asked - but tends to be very self-deprecating and prone to burnout as he bites way more than he can chew.
but there is no denying that he likes people, and people like him (most of the time, at least). alistair will always ask the group if they want boba when he's buying one for himself and is considerably altruistic, valuing his friends dearly. one call at midnight and he will be there with a tub of ben & jerry's, his netflix subscription and a shoulder to cry on, anatomy exam be damned. while he may not be good at picking up social cues, he does remember everything his friends say and is 100% the type to show up with new things for stinky after poppy mentions seeing a scratching stand in passing. generally meticulous when it comes to details and would be the type to fuss over how straight his lines are or whether his drawings are accurate enough, and this usally translates well into his relationships, although sometimes it's a little bit creepy. but one look at the earnest expresion on his face and it's obvious how hard he's trying to make sure he fits in and maintains the new friendships he's made, even though sometimes it's a bit too much for people to handle. it helps that he's not judgemental at all and is open to making new friends anytime with his easygoing disposition and ardent attitude, a big smile on his face whenever he's talking to a friend.
tl,dr human golden retriver who loves his friends but sometimes he's a liiiittle bit too snobby.
with that being said, you can still see traces of his father in him, often practical and taking on the role of a leader when needed. despite his rather 'soft' exterior (according to erik, anyways), he is the one person you can alway rely on when sudden events occur, as a determined glint is reflected in his eyes as he tackles whatever it is head on. however, he functions by the book - too by the book - and sometimes his well thought-out plans backfire on him. perhaps it's the lack of genuine social interaction and perhaps it's just him, but alistair often finds himself saying the wrong things at the wrong time, be it a bad joke or something that hurts, not noticing how the atmosphere has changed in the room until poppy elbows him and changes the topic. it doesn't help that he finds it incredibly hard to apologise (verbally, at least) as it's something he's rarely done before, and often clams up when faced with an argument because he cannot handle confrontation. after all, he's used to those around him being polite and respectful, and sometimes it's noticeable from the way people have to wait an hour as he curls his hair and chooses his outfits slowly or when he doesn't hold the door open behind him. doesn't necessarily have problems opening up - in fact, he's the type to tell you his life story if you asked - but tends to be very self-deprecating and prone to burnout as he bites way more than he can chew.
but there is no denying that he likes people, and people like him (most of the time, at least). alistair will always ask the group if they want boba when he's buying one for himself and is considerably altruistic, valuing his friends dearly. one call at midnight and he will be there with a tub of ben & jerry's, his netflix subscription and a shoulder to cry on, anatomy exam be damned. while he may not be good at picking up social cues, he does remember everything his friends say and is 100% the type to show up with new things for stinky after poppy mentions seeing a scratching stand in passing. generally meticulous when it comes to details and would be the type to fuss over how straight his lines are or whether his drawings are accurate enough, and this usally translates well into his relationships, although sometimes it's a little bit creepy. but one look at the earnest expresion on his face and it's obvious how hard he's trying to make sure he fits in and maintains the new friendships he's made, even though sometimes it's a bit too much for people to handle. it helps that he's not judgemental at all and is open to making new friends anytime with his easygoing disposition and ardent attitude, a big smile on his face whenever he's talking to a friend.
tl,dr human golden retriver who loves his friends but sometimes he's a liiiittle bit too snobby.
LIFESTYLE a day in alistair's life is packed with lessons and studying. he wakes up pretty early to eat his usual large breakfast before fixing his hair and making sure his clothes have no wrinkles. he heads to classes and is usually in the first few rows, scribbling on his ipad furiously so he can type up elaborate notes on google docs afterwards. on campus, he can usually be seen in the quiet corners of the school library studying or inhaling food in the cafeteria (even though the food really isn't up to his standards). he heads over to the supermarket weekly to buy ingredients so he can make dinner at home after a day of studying. sometimes if there's too much work he'll study late into the night, but usually he's freer during the evenings. he has increasingly been spending less time in front of his notes and more time out at parties and / or clubs, sometimes even joining his friends for lunch instead of hiding away in the library. thankfully, he has pretty good time management and a ridiculously good attention span, which means that despite the workload he has, he has enough time to kick back, hang out with his friends, and most importantly, attend band practice. granted he has to miss practice sometimes, but considering he's not playing an instrument, poppy lets him off.
background: born to an extremely wealthy family in the uk, alistair grew up with his life planned out completely. his mother would tell him which clubs he would join, which activities he should partake in, even who he could remain friends with. growing up, his friendships were mostly inorganic, forced playdates between him and some other wealthy kid. he mostly got along with them, and even became close with some, but any hopes of having a genuine best friend would be dashed by mother dearest, who constantly reminded him of how friends were unnecessary and would make him prioritise studying. his father, a hospital director, forced alistair to take classes specialising in science & maths, expecting his son to walk the same path as his. he had to hide the notebooks filled with his poetry and essays behind other textbooks, only taking them out to write in when he made sure both his parents were out. when he ed up his exams and couldn't get into the best universities, he started eyeing uoc, which was famed for its literature programme. at this point, he was tired - he had put in so much effort, he felt lonely all the time, yet he still wasn't up to his mother's standards and he had to listen to her complain about his scores all the time. he didn't dare think about majoring in literature, but he held onto the small hope of minoring or even just joining a literature club. he had to make a whole powerpoint presentation to convince his mother to let him go to uoc, and felt so, so relieved when he touched down in america. he had still felt pressured to do well in his first year, and had continued to work incredibly hard. when his mother still called to yell at him for not getting a perfect gpa, alistair decided to Up by studying less and spending more time doing what he liked, including jumping at the sign-up sheet poppy had posted.
background: born to an extremely wealthy family in the uk, alistair grew up with his life planned out completely. his mother would tell him which clubs he would join, which activities he should partake in, even who he could remain friends with. growing up, his friendships were mostly inorganic, forced playdates between him and some other wealthy kid. he mostly got along with them, and even became close with some, but any hopes of having a genuine best friend would be dashed by mother dearest, who constantly reminded him of how friends were unnecessary and would make him prioritise studying. his father, a hospital director, forced alistair to take classes specialising in science & maths, expecting his son to walk the same path as his. he had to hide the notebooks filled with his poetry and essays behind other textbooks, only taking them out to write in when he made sure both his parents were out. when he ed up his exams and couldn't get into the best universities, he started eyeing uoc, which was famed for its literature programme. at this point, he was tired - he had put in so much effort, he felt lonely all the time, yet he still wasn't up to his mother's standards and he had to listen to her complain about his scores all the time. he didn't dare think about majoring in literature, but he held onto the small hope of minoring or even just joining a literature club. he had to make a whole powerpoint presentation to convince his mother to let him go to uoc, and felt so, so relieved when he touched down in america. he had still felt pressured to do well in his first year, and had continued to work incredibly hard. when his mother still called to yell at him for not getting a perfect gpa, alistair decided to Up by studying less and spending more time doing what he liked, including jumping at the sign-up sheet poppy had posted.
MAJOR & YEAR medicine + year two.
CLASS SCHEDULE
medu1140 bioethics mon 1030 - 1215 thur 1130 - 1215
medu 2160 resilience building in professional development fri 0930 - 1215
medu 2300 human structure mon/wed 1430 - 1615
medu 2600 molecular medicine & genetics tue 0930-1115 thur 1430-1515
pre-clinical training sat 0930-1715
literature club wed 2000-2200
medu1140 bioethics mon 1030 - 1215 thur 1130 - 1215
medu 2160 resilience building in professional development fri 0930 - 1215
medu 2300 human structure mon/wed 1430 - 1615
medu 2600 molecular medicine & genetics tue 0930-1115 thur 1430-1515
pre-clinical training sat 0930-1715
literature club wed 2000-2200
TRIVIA
he always just assumed he was straight but hadn't met the right person yet. he's still not very clear about ualities and labels but he's happy his lack of attraction to anyone is normal. he's still got a lot to learn, but he's getting there.
keeps scratching his nose aggressivelywhen he's tired, leaving a red mark. he doesn't even know why but thinks it's to keep himself awake? also repeatedly pops the knuckles of his thumbs when he's stuck on something.
cannot ride a bike lmao... used to do tennis and golf but has pretty much stopped doing sports completely.
works in hour-long spans without taking a break in between. has really neat handwriting but prefers to type instead and is a decently quick typer at 90 words per minute. he's near-sighted so he wears a pair of black oval-shaped glasses when working.
not used to physical affection or physical touches. cue strangers sidling up to him at clubs and him leaping away like he touched a wet piece of food. is more comfortable with people he's close to but still hesitates to have skin-to-skin contact, so usually just ruffles peoples' head or hold onto their clothes instead of their wrists.
loves dogs and thinks cats are evil (poppy :( alistair: except stinky I like stinky poppy: :D). desperately wants to have a pomeranian, and even has the ever so cliché name of tofu ready for it. the accounts he follows on his instagram are the people he knows... and many pomeranian accounts.
opened an instagram account after entering university. his username is alstr_kn and the account is set on private, which irks archie because "you could be an instagram model and have enough money to take care of me."
uses a navy blue iphone 12 with no case because he's cool like that. actually hasn't dropped it yet, so there's that. his wallpaper is a picture of a pomeranian he follows on ig but he discreetly changes his lockscreen into a selfie of the band.
he listens to mainstream music but to a large variety of genres. is the type to bop along his seat to anything with a beat, his head about to fall off if the song is more intense. erik thinks he's a basic but alistair argues he's never had the time to discover less popular artists.
absorbs new knowledge ridiculously easily, but is pretty bad at actually applying said knowledge. as in, he can tell you the parts of the small intestine after hearing about it once, but cannot deduce what happens if one part is inflamed. he needs people to guide him or he just memorises it.
uses proper grammar and punctuation in every single text message. doesn't ever use emojis or kaomojis either, only a :) if he's angry.
currently living alone (technically, but archie is somehow always there) in a condo near campus. it's pretty big and the band likes to hang there when they're not having practice. his fridge is always stocked with beer even though alistair himself doesn't really like it. he doesn't like alcohol and fizzy drinks in general; only drinks red wine.
holds his spices surprisingly well. can eat the hot chicken ramen without even breaking a sweat, which he jokes is the most korean part of him. pretty picky with his food and if you hear him say something is "okay", it's probably amazing. wants to pick a fight with the cafeteria chef because "that is inedible."
his sleeping schedule does not exist. is a living example of bedtime procrastination because he wants some time to write and read alone. archie often jokes he's *this* close to dying.
he does have a license but doesn't have a car nor drive. he barely passed the exam so that's probably for the better. did get lost a few times on the subway at first.
uses the luis vuitton anton tote at school. it usually contains his ipad & apple pencil, wallet, keys, hand sanitiser because he's a stickler for hygiene, eye drops and a small vial of embrocation to combat his headaches.
first fell in love with writing thanks to a very kind ms. rosie in 9th grade. uses it to express his emotions so a lot of his poetry are about feeling caged & lonely. also does creative writing by writing fiction & likes playing with imagery.
people find his accent very amusing and ask him to say things or repeat the way he says words. "how do you chug without choking?" "oooooh, chug." "is that not how you say it??"
is currently trying to step out of his comfort zone and get the Real College Experience by joining way too many social gatherings & parties as well as trying way too hard at all of them, screaming jokes and chugging cheap beer in an attempt to become the center of attention. exams and homework are long forgotten and he is dreading the day that catches up with him.
his current path is finishing school & his practicum in the uk, applying for his license in the us and then working at the hospital his father is at. really just wants to sit by his window and write.
he always just assumed he was straight but hadn't met the right person yet. he's still not very clear about ualities and labels but he's happy his lack of attraction to anyone is normal. he's still got a lot to learn, but he's getting there.
keeps scratching his nose aggressivelywhen he's tired, leaving a red mark. he doesn't even know why but thinks it's to keep himself awake? also repeatedly pops the knuckles of his thumbs when he's stuck on something.
cannot ride a bike lmao... used to do tennis and golf but has pretty much stopped doing sports completely.
works in hour-long spans without taking a break in between. has really neat handwriting but prefers to type instead and is a decently quick typer at 90 words per minute. he's near-sighted so he wears a pair of black oval-shaped glasses when working.
not used to physical affection or physical touches. cue strangers sidling up to him at clubs and him leaping away like he touched a wet piece of food. is more comfortable with people he's close to but still hesitates to have skin-to-skin contact, so usually just ruffles peoples' head or hold onto their clothes instead of their wrists.
loves dogs and thinks cats are evil (poppy :( alistair: except stinky I like stinky poppy: :D). desperately wants to have a pomeranian, and even has the ever so cliché name of tofu ready for it. the accounts he follows on his instagram are the people he knows... and many pomeranian accounts.
opened an instagram account after entering university. his username is alstr_kn and the account is set on private, which irks archie because "you could be an instagram model and have enough money to take care of me."
uses a navy blue iphone 12 with no case because he's cool like that. actually hasn't dropped it yet, so there's that. his wallpaper is a picture of a pomeranian he follows on ig but he discreetly changes his lockscreen into a selfie of the band.
he listens to mainstream music but to a large variety of genres. is the type to bop along his seat to anything with a beat, his head about to fall off if the song is more intense. erik thinks he's a basic but alistair argues he's never had the time to discover less popular artists.
absorbs new knowledge ridiculously easily, but is pretty bad at actually applying said knowledge. as in, he can tell you the parts of the small intestine after hearing about it once, but cannot deduce what happens if one part is inflamed. he needs people to guide him or he just memorises it.
uses proper grammar and punctuation in every single text message. doesn't ever use emojis or kaomojis either, only a :) if he's angry.
currently living alone (technically, but archie is somehow always there) in a condo near campus. it's pretty big and the band likes to hang there when they're not having practice. his fridge is always stocked with beer even though alistair himself doesn't really like it. he doesn't like alcohol and fizzy drinks in general; only drinks red wine.
holds his spices surprisingly well. can eat the hot chicken ramen without even breaking a sweat, which he jokes is the most korean part of him. pretty picky with his food and if you hear him say something is "okay", it's probably amazing. wants to pick a fight with the cafeteria chef because "that is inedible."
his sleeping schedule does not exist. is a living example of bedtime procrastination because he wants some time to write and read alone. archie often jokes he's *this* close to dying.
he does have a license but doesn't have a car nor drive. he barely passed the exam so that's probably for the better. did get lost a few times on the subway at first.
uses the luis vuitton anton tote at school. it usually contains his ipad & apple pencil, wallet, keys, hand sanitiser because he's a stickler for hygiene, eye drops and a small vial of embrocation to combat his headaches.
first fell in love with writing thanks to a very kind ms. rosie in 9th grade. uses it to express his emotions so a lot of his poetry are about feeling caged & lonely. also does creative writing by writing fiction & likes playing with imagery.
people find his accent very amusing and ask him to say things or repeat the way he says words. "how do you chug without choking?" "oooooh, chug." "is that not how you say it??"
is currently trying to step out of his comfort zone and get the Real College Experience by joining way too many social gatherings & parties as well as trying way too hard at all of them, screaming jokes and chugging cheap beer in an attempt to become the center of attention. exams and homework are long forgotten and he is dreading the day that catches up with him.
his current path is finishing school & his practicum in the uk, applying for his license in the us and then working at the hospital his father is at. really just wants to sit by his window and write.
GARBAGE
SOCIETY!
POPPY KANG!
poppy likes pretty people, and alistair is a very, very pretty person. pair that with alistair buying her boba every other day and the soft smile on his face when he ruffled her hair, the soft spot became a full-blown crush in no time. alistair being continuously kind and taking care of her just exacerbated it, but when she finally gathered the courage to tell him (with her eyes squeezed shut & after lots of coaxing from everyone) alistair had apologised and said he wasn't ready, that he only saw poppy as a sister. further along poppy is the one who notices alistair may not be as straight as he thinks he is and introduces him to the concept of being aromantic, reassuring him that it's perfectly okay and normal. now the two are just very comfortable friends who eat together a lot and chat about things ranging from stupid things they saw today to their current worries.
ARCHIE PARK!
a music major he met in his gen ed class during his first year, alistair had felt a sense of relief wash over him when he heard a very familiar accent answer the professor's question. after taking a deep breathe and imagining how he'd react if was rejected, alistair had asked archie to work on a group project together. archie, while not as privileged as alistair, comes from a musical family that has similarly high hopes for him. the two bond over depressing jokes about not living up to expectations and despite having his own dorm room, archie likes staying over at alistair's because "the high-pressure shower is bloody amazing". archie is a lot gruffer than alistair but he puts up with his constant chattering anyways, cracking a smile every now and then.
ERIK NAM!
alistair still vividly remembers the first time he saw erik: the latter had walked in with a stoic expression and glanced at alistair with a cold expression. the first thing ali remembers thinking is "that is one cool lad...." probably because he's not used to people being impolite to him and thus found erik to be unique. it turns out both were scared of each other and soon the two similar backgrounds result in them being good foils to each other, alistair making erik develop a more relaxed atttiude and erik grounding alistair when he tries to drink vodka without mixer. alistair is also constantly bugging erik for drum classes but he's had no luck as of yet.
WELCOME TO THE PRE-AUDITION INTERVIEW!
"h-hi! my name's poppy kang, we spoke over the phone! let's jump right in— why'd you wanna join the band?"
alistair had been expressionless when poppy introduced herself, but a grin spreads on his face when he hears her question. "hello poppy, nice to meet you in person. I'm alistair." his legs are outstretched and his clasped hands are placed neatly on his lap.
"I wanted to join the band because I wanted to try something that I've never tried before and step out of my comfort zone. I've always been restricted by my family and I just want to try something that I like." his smiles grow bigger, but poppy notices a nervous glint in his eye. the answer is way too formal and poppy wants to remind him that it's not a serious interview, but she shrugs and continues.
"I wanted to join the band because I wanted to try something that I've never tried before and step out of my comfort zone. I've always been restricted by my family and I just want to try something that I like." his smiles grow bigger, but poppy notices a nervous glint in his eye. the answer is way too formal and poppy wants to remind him that it's not a serious interview, but she shrugs and continues.
"awesome! that's super cool, what instruments do you play? do you sing at all?"
alistiar sighs slightly and shrugs. "I only know the piano and violin, which I suppose would be unsuitable for a band. the piano could translate well to a synthesizer, but I saw in your poster you already have one." alistair winces inwardly at his parents' boring choice of instruments. he had nothing to contribute, why would poppy even let him join?
"and as for singing, um..." he notices poppy leaning forward with an expectant expression and deflates. "I sound like a dying cat when I sing, sorry."
"and as for singing, um..." he notices poppy leaning forward with an expectant expression and deflates. "I sound like a dying cat when I sing, sorry."
"that's okay! do you have any plans to write songs or lyrics, or produce songs for the band?"
the question reignites a spark in him and he sits up straighter, his hands moving widely as he explains. "yes! I've been writing since I was a k- since a young age and I believe some of my poetry could do really well as lyrics!" poppy is surprised at the sudden change in demeanor and smiles to herself.
"of course, that doesn't mean I would just send you my poetry and call it a day... I would also actually write some with the melody lines! I just really enjoy writing in general and I think seeing people sing what I've written would be brilliant." he is rambling by now and normally he would stop himself for inppropriate behaviour at an interview, but he keeps going. "I don't really have experience with writing songs or producing, unless you count what I learnt in musical theory, but I'm willing to learn!"
"of course, that doesn't mean I would just send you my poetry and call it a day... I would also actually write some with the melody lines! I just really enjoy writing in general and I think seeing people sing what I've written would be brilliant." he is rambling by now and normally he would stop himself for inppropriate behaviour at an interview, but he keeps going. "I don't really have experience with writing songs or producing, unless you count what I learnt in musical theory, but I'm willing to learn!"
"okay, great, nice... um... do... you have plans to hang out with the band after practices or..." poppy seems visibly nervous. "i mean, it's fine if you're busy! just wondering..." she lets out an awkward laugh.
something changes in alistair- poppy can practically feel the happiness and excitement bubbling off him. "yes!" the eagerness in his voice shocks himself and he clears his throat, trying to make up something reasonable. "I think that for a band to work together, they also need to be friends. I think hanging out together would be a great way to make our team more cooperative."
"o-oh, okay! um... anyway, uh... are you okay with, like, the group experimenting with genres and music and stuff? this is the last question, so..."
"of course. I don't know that many genres yet, but I like most songs I come across on the radio. I wouldn't mind trying differnet writing styles either..." he tilts his head a bit while he thinks. "but wouldn't that lead to potential arguments?" he doesn't see the slight pout on poppy's face and continues, deep in thought. "it would make sense for fri- bandmates to experiment together at first, but in the long run it would better to have a certain sound, right? I wouldn't want us to argue or anything..."
poppy cuts in at the pause, glancing at her phone to check the time. "okay! cool, nice, um... we'll be in touch! i'll let you know how it goes... see you at auditions!"
"huh? oh! of course, see you then." alistair tells himself to calm down and flashes the usual rehearsed smile he reserves for strangers and stands up from the chair, straightening his collar. "thanks for your time today, poppy."
ying • six
ANY LAST WORDS? i'm so sleepy....this is bad i'm sorry......i also really wanna see the bandmates helping alistair understand & accept himself hng...
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