Cornsilk blonde hair blew in the dry Claifornia air as he realized the number Eric gave him to Jetta's new place was either a dud, or was simply being ignored. Was someone tying up the line? Or was it coincidence that someone was calling the number at the same time? Whatever the case, its busy signal was annoying.. Slightly irritated by the inconvenience, Riot ran a perfectly manicured hand through his coif of flawless, long locks. The sun shown bright today, and made his golden covertible gleam as if from another world. And its passenger, tanned to the perfect darkness in a white opened shirt, appeared like an angel atop a heavenly craft, enveloped in pure light.[OOC: Sorry it took me so long to write something for Riot, I wanted to be sure I could write a proper entrance for a member that never got the chance to make an appearance here.. :)]
He hung up the phone perturbed, but happy to be back in town. It seemed like Eons ago he signed the deal with Eric to found Stingers Sound record label, and equally as long since he had been on the streets of Germany performing for pennies. He had come a long way since then; being thrown out by his father, living on the streets, scraping for something to eat everyday. And he never intended to forget it. But throughout the entire struggle he never lost his love for the music, he never forgot the romance of it. It was this reason his band's name meant so much to him. The sting of love, whether that love be beneficial at the moment or not, he wanted to be the one stinging hearts. But it was Jem who stung his heart this time. No matter what he did she stayed on his mind.
As Riot pulled to a stop on the semi-crowded Venice Beach strip, a group of bikini clad, roller-skating teens sqeeled and skated towards his car, which was stopped at a red light.
"Oh my God it's RIOT!" One girl gasped as her friends swooned behind her.
Riot lifted an eyebrow over his shaded eyes and managed to crack a smirk. "What can I do for you ladies?"
"Uhhhhhh.." The second girl was completely star struck, but the third spoke up.
"We don't have anything for you to sign, but we love your music!"
The second girl screamed, "We love YOU!" and reached over the passenger side car door to hug Riot. The other two followed and this made Riot giggle aloud. "I love you too," Riot said in that enchanting murmur his fans knew so well.
By this time, the girls had caused such a comotion that the other beach-goers were starting to investigate what was going on. One by one the people began to realize what super star was in their midst, and began crowding around the car. But this made Riot neverous, especially being here without Minx and Rapture. He missed them and was anxious to join forces once again. He proceeded to kiss the girls cheeks and thank them for their kindness, and then tried driving his way out of the crowded strip. People were extending their hands into the car, and Riot tried to shake as many of them as he could before speeding off.
"Oh wow, it's Riot from The Stingers! That guy's tops!", he could hear one guy shout as he left the crowd behind him.
Before long Riot had reached the city streets of Los Angeles. He picked up the phone once more and dialed Eric. He was a bit nervous calling him so nonchalantly after leaving without a word, but he had to get away from everything for a little while. The concerts, the fans, the constant demand of a second (just as successful as the first) album, the rejection from her... life was getting to be a bit over-whelming, and he needed to leave to clear his mind. He had no intension of leaving any of it behind, but just needed some clear time and space to think and sort everything out. The phone rang and he hoped he could pick up where he left off. The phone rang once more, then he heard someone pick up on the other end...