Sing for me... little brother!

[Corvin Blackwood]

Corvin was sitting in the front row at his favorite spot in all of Europe a small club that went by the name of the Sixes and was somewhere he had been coming for a very long time. He was here tonight however for something that was far more different that what he would normally come here for and that was for the clubs ameture night which was a first for the club and womething he was personally excited about being a musician and all himself. Corvin was a talented singer though he never had the nerve to pursue a career of his own though he found no problem with helping other reach there goals as he was an agent with a big recording company as well as an quidditch agent. Corvin spent a great deal of time traveling from place to place as he was always on the look out for the next big hit or pro.

Corvin ordered a water and watched as several childern and teens came up on the stage and did okay but no one seemed to wow him which was sad. The rise of several teenage singers had almost everyones kid trying to make it big which was admirable but often times it ended in failure as young stars usually made some of the worst mistakes on earth which was a media nightmare for him as he would be the one to deal withthe clean up and detail. Corvin wondered if he should leave as it was still early enough for him to stop by Aran's place and watch a movie or something but something in the back of his mind told him to stay for at least one more performance. The next kid to perform was Austin Kirkland....

 

[Austin Kirkland]

Austin was waiting to get onto stage anxiously. He usually wasn't the nervous type, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. Though when seeing the other singers, he realized that there wasn't much competition at all. The teen had an arrogant air to him, yet that was the complete opposite of what he really was. The Australian boy was sweet, outgoing, but not a cocky person or anything along the lines of that. Even when he started to get a little more known, he hadn't changed in the least. If anything he learned from the other teens around him, choosing not to change from his previous way of life. Plus, if he ever got fresh, his cousin Aran would put him in check in a matter of seconds. They were more brothers than anything.

He also developed his own sense of style. Sharp suits and sneakers were his favorite. They looked very nice, yet maintained a sense of casualness that was 'refreshing' to people he had spoken with. When he was pondering this, the manager tapped his shoulder, mentioning softly that he was going to go on in a matter of minutes. The girl previous to him was good, but seemed like she didn't want to be there. That, and she never put any emotion into what she was singing. That was something that Austin would never do. The song he was singing was full of emotion, it was about his girlfriend after all. With a sharp inhale, he sauntered onto the stage and stood in front of the mic. As the music played, he poured everything he had into every note.

The Performance