>>5999888>>5999893>>5999895>>5999921>>5999922>>5999925>>5999944>>5999948You finally decide to give the slip Lily gave you a little look-see. It's... oh, shit... You, Fido Ballthrow, just got a girl's number. You think you should crash go-karting more often.
"What's that?" Ralph asks.
You tell him. He's immediately ecstatic and gives you a high-five.
"Hell yeah! I told you you're a fucking stud, man!"
Hell, maybe he's right. If only you knew.
You begin absent-mindedly drawing on the walls with a piece of chalk you bring with you everywhere. Yes, you keep a piece of black, red, and white chalk on you at all times. Eventually, you notice the poster.
"ALIEN FEST
SUNDAY
At abandoned where house here: [INSERT ADREESS]
All bands and genres welcome (except pop, go fuck yourself), no admission fee because that'd be dumb. 3 am, be there or die."
Hmm... could be interesting. You pocket the poster to hang it up in your room since it is pretty sick.
"Oh, yo, you noticed that too? Hell yeah. I'm heading down to try to sell my recordings, you should totally go too, man!"
Sounds like it could be fun. Maybe a bit pretentious... but fun. Who knows, maybe you could get up and perform something?
DAYS: 5
DAY TIMER: 17:15:00
>Go home (1 hour)>Talk more with Ralph>Go back to Ralph's place (1 hour)>Get something to eat>Call someone>Do something else (Time Depends) 