C.A.T. Initiation & Showcase Everyone Closed

This is an initiation meeting and showcase. This means you can set up your artwork, sing/play music, and etc. In case you haven't seen the flyers: @Duna Nixis  @Quinn Prescott

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Marjorie stood in the middle of the ballroom. Near the entrance was a sign that said C.A.T Initiation and Showcase. The tables were pushed to the side but on each one in the front there sat something different. One table had food and drinks, another carried the flyers, even though the meeting was today, and one small table held her stereo. It was one that worked on batteries and she had her mixtapes, which was marked with 'CAT TAPE'.

The rest of the tables that had things on them had stands to hold artwork up and Marjorie had even set up a little stand for the people who wanted to do skits, play music, sing, etc. The room was decorated sparsely with cats, because she had rushed the entire things.

That's when she realized that all of this had happened to fast. Marjorie had been so excited to be in a new club and do things that she had prepared too quickly. Only one person had mentioned even coming and the flyers had disappeared, like her who show of throwing them in the air had never happened. She was entirely alone and even though the founder, Dina Nixis, would come, and possibly the other person, she felt like this was a bad idea.

Marjorie had barely planned. This is what usually happened. When she got too excited she'd rush into things headlong without a plan and then it wouldn't turn out right. Even though people might still come, since it was definitely not time yet, she had the big feeling of doubt.

To take it off her mind she began to set up the music. Most likely no one would've ever heard of the artists, even though Duna knew about Twenty One Pilots. She had tried to put together what people did know because she knew of popular music too.

Marjorie sat down in one of the chairs and sighed, trying not to notice how quiet and empty the big room was. No professor had contacted them back and next to no students had either. It was slightly depressing. And she had upcoming tests and deadlines to worry about on top of this, but she was not going to let Dina down. She had done this to herself and she needed to fix it. It would be a lesson to learn from.

“If ainlie mither wur 'ere, she'd mak' sure a' body in th' world joined mah klub. She wid.” Marjorie face began to heat.

Suddenly the music began to play. Unfortunately it was the absolutely wrong one. A guy started rapping but it was full of curse words and inappropriate subjects. A click later and the song changed. Although it was turning into autumn she had to play 'Summertime' by Verzache. His voice slowly came on and a smile twitched onto her face.

Marjorie looked around. So far she had her artwork up, exactly five of them.




Marjorie stood with her hands on her hips, gazing up at her creations. She really liked them and hoped everyone else would too. Suddenly a wave of goodness came over her. Maybe this would turn out alright. It was Friday and everyone probably just wanted to relax from all the studying. She felt like they'd do that best by showing off all their talents at the C.A.T. initiation meeting.

She smiled, going back to the music.