✭ Rhapsody of Broken Dreams ✭
You were going to be rock stars!
And then suddenly you weren't.
That was four years ago, and since then things have not gone as you expected, as you said they would when you started the band with your friends in college, eyes full of hope and head filled with dreams. You're not sure how it all turned this way, how you ended up with a boring desk job of all things and a mortgage. But life was funny like that sometimes.
Still, you’re missing something, a part of you incomplete.
But when a chance encounter with a band desperately looking for a replacement gives you a second shot at stardom, will you take it?
Highly inspired by INFAMOUS IF. Go read this masterpiece!!
✭ Customise your MC - general appearance, gender (he/she/they), personality and vaguely age (anywhere between around 25 and 35 though it will always be in comparison the other characters and not a fixed number).
✭ Choose between being the new vocalist, guitarist, bassist or drummer.
✭ Help your new rock band win America’s S Factor and keep the morale up.
✭ Survive allegations, injuries, blackmail and the stress of stardom while cameras follow you everywhere.
✭ Choose how you want the public to perceive you, a pacifist or a troublemaker.
✭ Go full Pam & Tommy and have your sex tape leaked (accidentally and optionally).
✭Was stardom all you ever thought it would be?
You can't change MC's past a lot - MC finished an unnamed college, got a good-ish unspecified desk job and has a mortgage on a studio apartment in NYC.
MC has a good relationship with parents, I AM SORRY!
Trigger warnings: This story will be rated 18+...++ for sexual themes/content, alcohol and drug consumption, violence, strong language, suicidal thoughts (not MC's).
This is a romance story firsts! There will be some friendly platonic options here and there, but you'll be forced to lock in a romance around chapter 5 (out out 10). It will be a fairly short story, pretty fast paced and generally nsfw-ish, taking place over only 6 months, from slightly before the auditions in June up to the grand Finale in December.
All the things you should expect to come with being in a rock band, thrusted into the spotlight and tasting fame.
River Jones - (M/F) customizable-ish, same age as MC
Your ex best friend that you started your old band with. They did not take well the dismantling of the band and moved across the country without a word. Four years later, will you be able to rekindle the relationship that was once there? Or will the competition between your bands ruin any chance for it?
You can customise River’s general appearance (height -short/average/tall-, body type - lean/muscular/voluptuous -, skin, eye and natural hair colour) and gender (male or female). Otherwise, they are your former college classmate, turned best friend (optionally turned lover or who you harboured a crush on). They keep their hair short and spiky, a reminder of their mohawk days, and usually dye it in some unusual colour, vibrant green, blue or pink. They like to hide behind an assortment of oddly paired and always too large clothes.
River is a talented musician, being both a song writer, vocalist and playing the keys and guitar. They are classically trained to play the cello, though it’s not something widely known. They are currently the keyboard player and backing vocalist of Vicious Lovely.
Alex “Silvertongue” Arisaka - M - 1,95cm / 6′ 5″ - 38yo
One of the judges and your eventual mentor on the show. He’s one of the biggest rock stars of his generation, a typical troublemaker that comes with the territory of his profession. Or is he? Going through a messy divorce from his highschool sweetheart and mother of his child, will he be able to resist the gruelling months of filming for the show?
Alex is half Japanese and half Dutch. Tall and broad shouldered he seems to fill the room with both his presence and his stature. He keeps his long black hair in some type of messy bun, that’s always on the brink of untying. He is covered in weird tattoos in black and red, depicting various Japanese monsters. He was discovered when he was still in highschool and has been in the spotlight ever since.
Alex is the vocalist of the famous rock band Samurai and father to a 17 year old daughter that seems to hate him.
Morgan Williams - M/F - 1,80/1,70cm/ 5′ 11″/5′ 7″ - 2 years older or younger than MC
Initially a stranger you meet at the bar (or not), they turn out to be the drummer of the band you are in direct competition with. Intimidating at first, covered in dark leather, piercings and chains, they are a charmer at heart and real sweetheart with their heart on their sleeve. You can see why they have become close friends with River over the years.
Morgan has dark skinned and warm brown eyes. They are lean and fairly tall, and keep their hair in shoulder length box braids, usually decorated with a few silver loops. They prefer dark clothes and are never missing a chain or two on their belt loops. Piercings? Yes, they challenge you to discover all of them.
Morgan is the drummer of Vicious Lovely and usually the pacemaker of the group.
Hazel Sloane King - F - 1,60cm/ 5′ 3″ - 25yo
Assistant producer and former host of the show, she is, in her own father’s words ‘an angry old man in the body of a petite woman’. Heads turn when she walks by, but she needs none of that. She’s all work and no play… unless it’s her rare day off.
Hazel is short and lean, her figure a perfect hourglass. She has luscious copper hair and vibrant green eyes, but it’s the mischievous smile that gives her an air of mystery. She’s always dressed to impress on set, not a hair out of place, in an assortment of expensive looking pantsuits and dresses.
Hazel was born into the industry and will become a full time producer like her daddy even if it kills her. Scratch that. Even if she needs to kill her way through. You better not throw a wrench in her plans!
Levi "Leviathan" Lawson - M/F - 1,90cm/ 6′ 3″ - 2 years older or younger than MC (same age as Morgan as they were classmates)
Vicious Lovely singer and de facto leader of the band. And the bane of your existence. When you first meet Levi you think they look like an angel, with an innocent baby face and charming smile. They also have the voice to back it up. You’ve never seen anyone do a 180 so fast though.
Levi has pale ivory skin and light blue eyes that look almost grey. They have luscious curly blonde hair, male Levi keeping it ear level short and female Levi letting it grow past her shoulders. They are tall, with male Levi being more athletic and female more Levi curvy. They have sharpened their canines for a more menacing look, but otherwise, their body is piercing and tattoo free. They wear eccentric outfits for their performances, but you often see them in sweatpants and a T-shirt when the cameras are not rolling. Wears glasses in their off time, contacts when on stage.
Levi is confusing and manipulative and will sacrifice anyone in the name of winning the show. Even you, darling. Don’t fool yourself.
Kai Vela - M/F - 2,06cm/ 6′ 9″ - 34
Kai is an ex-military who was honourably discharged after suffering an injury. They worked various jobs in the private security industry until they ended up as a regular bodyguard on America’s S Factor. Despite their status as a civilian, their good looks and stoic personality generated quite the fandom, with various blogs and even fanfiction written about them.
Kai is tall and muscular, with tan skin and wavy dark brown hair that barely touches their shoulders. They have hooded slightly downturned brown eyes that look stuck somewhere between bored and menacing. As per their contract, they have to wear a suit when filming, but they find it all kinds of inappropriate for the job, usually preferring black cargo pants, T-shirts and boots.
Kai is the silent and brooding type and has a no-bullshit approach to life. They enjoy being a bodyguard and the pay is definitely a bonus, but they are weirded out by the cult like following some stars have.
Bonus RO -> romanceable for female MC only, with a more choice restricted route. Read more about it here.
Seth - M - 1,85cm/ 6′ 1″ - 32yo
Born Sebastian Shaw, Seth is one of your new bandmates, who is going through a messy breakup with the band member you are replacing. He has the boyish charm of the rocker next door, always soft spoken and polite despite his dishevelled hair, leather jackets and distressed jeans. He is a rule follower to the very bone, but you sometimes wonder if there’s really no darker side of him.
Seth has lightly tanned olive skin, wavy dark brown hair styled in an undercut and piercing blue eyes. He is tall and athletic, “his body a temple” and other similar quotes that earn him a laugh from his friends. He loves his bike and will take any excuse to ride around town.
Seth is the guitarist/ vocalist of your new band, but lately he’s been thinking the spotlight is not for him.
✭Other notable characters✭
Jude - MC's current bff (she/he/they).
Zain - Seth’s brother and your band’s drummer/ vocalist (and Jude’s future husband, probably).
Dannika Brown - your new band’s bassist/ vocalist.
Mr. King - Hazel's father and the owner and producer of the show.
✭DEMO coming soon
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free from fame’s black air under pines
in summer. Down at the river, and the sweet tears
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the youngest daughter, something never
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before ye have not made thy Hellen his; no
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the bar stool, downing stingers are not
lift her veil for fear it be dispelled. What else but
the Foam of his life, though in vain to
raise, and now she lies, that when thou hast sorrow’s fall.
Blows eight at a time, socked in the fair
Ellen of brave Lochinvar. What the pumies
Everything is simple truth atone!
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