Hello everyone, my name is Wolfe and welcome to this new story! This will be the first one I wrote RWBY ever, as well as the first time I wrote a story in ages. Due to those two things, I kindly ask you all to leave some form of a review so I know if I am doing good and if I'm not, I can fix it in later chapters/stories. I hope you all enjoy my work and would want me to do more works in the future.
Wolfe signing off.
Now it's time to say goodbye
To the things we loved,
And the innocence of youth.
How the time seemed to fly
From our carefree lives,
And the solitude and peace we always knew.
Sitting on a padded leather chair behind his mahogany desk, Ozpin is slowly nodding his head to the music playing inside his big office looking over the beautiful LA skyline. He is finely dressed in his formal attire as always, his black, single-breasted jacket that matches his vest going well with his emerald undershirt, which matches the scarf that covers his neck. From under his desk, he is wearing his olive green pants, its color shade leaning more towards his undershirt and scarf than his vest and coat. From some janitor's point of view, you would think he was on break from his work.
However, this isn't the case. In actuality, he is very hard at work. As a record producer and chairman for Beacon Records, one of the many things he has to do is find new talent. Because let's face it, nobody is famous forever. Some people retire, some people die, and some people do a fuck up so tremendously that they are either forgot about or taken out of the industry by force. So, in a world where these events happen almost commonly, it never hurts to always have a replacement ready and gain new artists onto your label and promote them in hope that they become the next big thing.
As the song continues, a smile slowly grows on his face. Judging by that smile it looks like he might have found that next big thing. Right now, he is listening to an album his friend and fellow employee Peter Port sent to him while he was in Chicago. He was in the middle of an unexpectedly long paid vacation (he should have known he was going to stay to watch all 4 Cubs games), so the fact he sent him an album straight to his office was a sign of importance. After all, Peter knows how he feels about people sending stuff directly to him. They have a full-time staff on the payroll whose job is to deliver the mail to us after all. He must've thought what he is thinking right now; that this band could be that one musical group that defines a whole generation. As the last song on the album finishes, Ozpin takes a drink of his coffee.
"Oh dear friend…" He says to nobody in particular, as he sits his mug down on the table, a smirk appearing on his face.
"Just how did you find this band?"
While staying at the Windy City to see a Cubs game or four (Ozpin should've known he wanted to stay and watch all four games in the series), he chose to do some overtime and walked into a CD store near his hotel to hear some local talent that the studio might want to sign. Luckily for Mr. Port, the store had a special section just for unsigned local artists. While casually flicking his finger through the CDs, an album caught his eye.
Frist off, the band (from what he could tell) was called 'RWBY'. The name mildly surprised him, since he was in the 'Rock' sub-section and misspelling a word in an artist's name is usually a Hip-Hop/Electronica thing. The second thing, as well as the main thing, that grabbed his attention is the box art itself. On the cover was a gigantic, metallic, rose red-colored scythe that could only be described as 'monstrous'. He also saw something on the weapon, wrapped around the scythe's length tightly like an anaconda. It was the stem of a rose, blooming beautifully on top of the scythe like it was in a garden. On some of its thorns however, blood was dripping off them like someone tried to grab it and got pricked by its sharpness. On the bottom of the album cover, in the same font that seems to have been created solely for this band, read the words 'Red like Roses'. Needless to say, it definitely it a beautifully simplistic album cover that really stands out a lot.
It stood out so much so, that before finishing looking through other possible albums to listen to Peter brought the album and walked out the door, excited to see if this album was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. After listening through the album twice (once to analyze and once for fun), the answer he came up with was a roaring 'yes'. He'll be honest; a lot of the artists who they do end up signing usually still need to work out some issues here and there before an album gets released. This is usually due to one of two things. One, the original audio would sound bad simply because the music was interpedently produced and didn't have that polish that is expected from a major label like Beacon. Alternatively, the second reason is that he can see their potential but they themselves haven't reached it yet and need the label's help and guidance. Listening to this album however, it is clear that they have that polish already and their raw talent is at least as big as most people's potential.
The audio sounds crystal clear and smooth, like it was already professionally produced with high quality equipment. Whoever they are, they are not starving artists it seems. As for the actual music, 'wow' is the best way to describe it and he means that in the best way possible. Each song from the album can stand alone and be great, and listening to all of them in order is nothing less than a religiously experience. After he listens to it a third time, Port just knows that Ozpin has to hear this. He just knows that he will love it. When he finishes listening to the whole album again, he puts the album in a box and mails it over straight to Ozpin's office at Beacon Records. Even though he isn't the biggest fan of having stuff mailed directly to his door, after listening to the music he will understand surely.
As the good old United States Postal Service gets ready to deliver his package to the Wizard of Oz himself, Peter knows his job isn't over yet. Even though the music is most certainly good enough to get them signed, whether or not they want to sign is a whole different matter. After all, you can't sign the unwilling. He also knows that, for some strange reason he can't understand, some musicians just don't want a major record deal. Maybe there is something about being an unsigned artist that is appealing to them or maybe to music fans that the labels can't give them. What that is, he doesn't know really. He really hopes they aren't one of those musicians, because he believes he has made the discovery that makes a career.
After doing some research online, he found a site dedicated to the band. On the front page, the site listed an e-mail that people could use to contact them. This is likely used by people to try to get them to come and join local events or fan mail. He decides that this e-mail is likely the best way to contact them. After signing on to his e-mail, he cracks his knuckles and begins typing his message. He doesn't have a lot of time to stay here in Chicago, and he hopes that they aren't doing anything important that will cause a schedule conflict.
Girl, Girl, I want your body; I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass.
Girl, Girl, I want your body; I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass.
Blake sighs deeply as she sits in front of her laptop. She taps her fingers below the keyboard as the thumb and index finger of her other hand squeezes the bridge of her nose. Behind her, Yang stumbles across the living room of their apartment, hips swaying as she dances around the room in a way that can only be described as 'white girl wasted'. Weiss groans loudly from the couch, hugging the pillow tight over her face to try to muffle the painful sound known as 'Yang's drunk singing voice' while Ruby just nods her head and writes down song lyrics, already having drifted away into the music playing in her headphones. The golden beauty has been like this after their game of FUBAR they played to celebrate another good show. Everyone played, but Ruby chose not to drink tonight. Yang, being the caring big sis she is, chose to drink all the Ruby's drinks.
This proved to be good for Ruby, since if she played she would've gotten completely shitfaced. This also proved to be bad for everyone else, since that meant Yang is the one who got completely shitfaced. Normally, Blake wouldn't be annoyed by her songs like Weiss usually is when she sings drunk. Normally, however, she would be singing one of their songs to which she knows all the words to. This can make for fun times, watching her drunkenly bumbled out the same words the ice queen would sing gracefully at our shows. However, this is different. Right now, she is singing a song they heard on the radio on the way in. From that song, it seems obvious that she could only remember one line. This wouldn't stop her though; she would just have to sing that same line over, and over, and over, and over, and over again.
Girl, Girl, I want your body; I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass.
Girl, Girl, I want your body; I want your body, cause of that big ol' fat ass.
"Yang, for the love of Oum, please stop singing!" Weiss shouts out, the sound muffled by the pillow still pressed against her head.
Whether she did this out of spite or she just so happened to want to at that point in time, Yang started to sing louder. This causes Weiss to remove her pillow and throw it at Yang. Even though it barely hit her, her blood alcohol level was high enough to where the hit was still enough to cause her to fall straight on her ass.
"Hey, what the fuck..?" Yang asked, not knowing what caused her to fall. Weiss stated a 'thank you' before she started walking over to the kitchen, to which Yang asked 'what?' again.
Blake smiles as she watches them. They are so going to start dating. When, however, was the question. She hopes it isn't sometime this year. Not because she doesn't want them together yet. Heck, the sooner they date the better. However, if they start dating this year, it will most likely be Yang asking out Weiss since she would still be either unaware of how much she loves her or from her being too shy to ask. And if Yang asks Weiss out sometime this year, that would mean she would lose two bets to Ruby on one day.
As she remembers their little bets, she hears a 'ding' from her laptop. She turns around immediately to see what it was. She scans across the screen until she sees that they got an e-mail. Since she has nothing better to do, she decides to open it now rather than later. Before opening her e-mail, she notices something in the address. Something she just knows she has seen before.
"Hey Weiss!" Blake yells over her shoulder, calling for her from the kitchen.
"Yeah? What is it Blake?" she replied, carrying some cut apples in a bowl as she walks over to her.
Yang, having moved to a chair in front of the diner top in the kitchen after her meeting with the floor, reaches for the snow angel's bowl of fruit. Weiss moves the bowl away from Yang's reach, to which causes her to groan in frustration.
"I have a question." Blake tells Weiss, whose now standing behind her, finishing her bite of apple before speaking.
"Okay, then shoot." Weiss said, biting into another piece of apple.
"Does the name 'Peter Port' sound like something you heard before?" Blake asked, circling her mouse cursor around the name of the person who sent the e-mail.
In response to this, Weiss stops chewing. After a second or so, she swallows and leans over on the chair Blake is sitting on.
"Yes, I know the name. Why do you ask?"
"Well, we just got an e-mail from him. I remember you said that name once or twice."
With that, Weiss's eyes widen like saucers. Blake turns around to see her, only to notice her newly gained expression. She raises her eyebrow before asking another question.
"What's wrong Weiss? Is he someone you know?"
She shakes her head. "Not personally, no." She states, a smile appearing on her face as she leans closer and reads the address.
"Okay then, who is he then?"
"Why Blake, he is the marketing director and talent scout for the biggest record label in Los Angeles."