A Simple Song ||『Karlnap』

『Prologue』

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The Phone Call

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⤷ Karl ⤶

"Order for Karl" A female voice called out. Karl Jacobs, a twenty-two-year-old with fluffy brown hair and painted nails, pushed past the people who, like him, we're waiting for their beverages. Karl took the cup of steaming hot coffee and thanked the barista before making his way out of the small cafe on the corner of a busy street near the train station.

Karl was exploring his new environment, having moved down here to live with his best friend, Darryl, or Bad, and his cousin, Ranboo, so he could work towards his passion; music. All he wanted was to join a band as an electric guitarist and hopefully if he could write a few songs of his own.

He walked the streets, the air was cold and nipped at the brunette's nose, but his sweater managed to keep him warm. His hand burned from the warm liquid as he strolled through the park. The flowers were bright colours as they ranged from tulips to peonies, people in uniforms and suits strolled down as they made their way to their school or their jobs.

Karl found a bench that overlooked the park and took a seat, placing his cup next to him and bringing out his phone. He had a few messages from Instagram, Twitter, and a missed call from his ex. He just rolled his eyes and directed his attention to the missed text from Bad. He decided against the texts and just dialled his number instead, deciding it would just be easier for the two to communicate easier.

He picked up on the third ring.

"Karl!" The man on the other end smiled. The brunette could make out that his friend was currently driving, most likely going home from his early morning class. "Did you see the ad?"

"No?" Karl chuckled lightly, taking a sip from his coffee and enjoying the cold air.

"There's a band looking for a new guitarist!" He smiled as he told his friend. Karl's old band, The Beast Crew, broke up. They're all still close, but they just didn't share the same passion as the brunette. Chris, Jimmy, and Chandler will always be his best friends though, and he was happy that they were doing stuff they were passionate about.

"Really?!" Karl yelled, he had been searching for any ads for the past couple of months, ever since they had decided to move to Florida. He had had one audition since arriving a month ago, and the assholes didn't even dare to call, text, or email him to let him know he didn't get it. He was hung up on getting that call for so long, Ranboo ended up taking his phone away.

"Yeah! I took a photo of the ad, I'll send it in just a sec, I'm at a stoplight now." Karl's phone vibrated, He clicked on the notification, an ad read;

The Feral Boys
Wanted: Guitarist
Call 555-145-854 for an audition!

"Yo! I'm gonna give them a call, hopefully, I can get this gig and it can boost me in the right direction!" The Brunette cheered. A man walking past, only seeing and hearing how Karl was acting in the public space, gave him a weird looked before continuing. Karl just laughing to himself

"Well, go on! Stop talking to me!" Darryl laughed before hanging up. Karl copied the number into his phone and hit the call button. His leg bounced as it continued to ring.

What would he say? Usually, it was through emails, this was the first one to have an actual number on it. What if he made a fool out of himself? What if they didn't like him? What if he wasn't as good as he thought?