NYC High School

Mason
 He narrowed his eyes, which had hardened drastically. "Do you want me to go up there and deck him? Just give me the word and I will."

Margot
Em shook her head. "No, I'm not sure if it's actually him or not." He sounds like him, though I didn't think he played any instruments.

Mason
 Mason glanced up at the guy for a moment before turning back to Em. "Always go with your gut feeling. I'm gonna do it. Here, hold this." He removed his bag from his shoulder and shoved it into her hands. "Protect it with your life. See you in a second." And with that, he stepped up onto the stage, causing the band to falter and then go silent after a few moments of confusion. Mason pointed at the keyboardist, chin raised slightly in questioning. "You. What's your name?" Through the eerie silence, a bird's call could be heard in the distance.

Margot
Em wanted to tell him to stop, but he was on the stage before she could do anything. "Liam, the keyboardist replied, looking very confused and irritated. When he said his name Em resisted the urge to step back, instead just gripping Mason's bag harder. It's him. I liked not knowing better. Couldn't I just go the park without anything bad happening? 

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Mason
 "That's what I thought," he spat, immediately darting up to Liam and punching him in the face, his fist colliding with the guy's nose. "That's for a friend of mine," Mason growled, taking a step back, poised and ready to swing again if necessary. This was child's play for him: He'd been in more fistfights than he bothered to keep track of, and didn't exactly play by the rules, making him a seasoned enemy who was the literal definition of scrappy.

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Liam I guess idk
He glanced out at the crowd, rubbing his nose (which had already been broken once before, courtesy of Tim) to find that some people were leaving and others were standing by or coming over, drawn to the fight. His band members were just sitting there, shocked. Liam looked back at Mason. He didn't know who this kid was, nor what he was doing, but he had interrupted their show and that made Liam mad. Not to mention he usually didn't back down from a fight. He grabbed somebody's instrument case off the stage and hurled it at Mason before stepping around the keyboard.

Mason
 Mason skittered out of the way, narrowly missing the case. It did, however, manage catch his arm; he rubbed it, grumbling bitterly as he returned his gaze to Liam. Mase muttered something under his breath, stalking up to the guy and jabbing a finger at him. "Look punk, I don't really wanna get too much into it right now, but you better watch yourself, you hear? You go anywhere near her again and you're dead."

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Liam
He scowled and stepped back. "I don't know who you're talking about. And I don't know you. You should get off the stage before security comes." 

Mason
 "You know exactly who I'm talking about," he hissed, debating whether or not to take Liam's advice and leave or not. And let him win? Likely. He scanned the area, his eyes coming to rest on the violinist. He practically leapt over to her, snatching the instrument from her hands swinging it at Liam in a matter of a few heartbeats. This will either end terribly or beautifully. We've officially exceeded so-so.

Liam
He was still trying to figure out who this idiot was when Mason swung the violin at him. He ducked, but a little too slowly, and the instrument glanced off the side of his head. Around the same time he reached for the keyboard to steady himself, head spinning, the park security finally arrived and swarmed the stage. 

Mason
 Mason dropped the violin and froze momentarily, sizing up the security monitors and evaluating what chances he had against them. Deciding that rebelling against authority wasn't worth it for the time being, he turned and bolted, vaulting off the stage. He took his bag from Em upon landing, tossing its strap over his shoulder before grabbing her arm (is this the third or fourth time?) and sprinting as fast as he could, only looking back once they were a safe enough distance away from the bandshell and too lost in the crowd for anyone to possibly be in pursuit of him. He turned to Em, slightly winded, a crooked smile on his face. "How was that? Can't say I've ever bashed someone with a violin before, but there's a first time for everything, and there was too many words being exchanged between blows for it to be a proper fight in my eyes."

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Margot
When they stopped running, Em pulled her arm away. "That was stupid. You could have gotten hurt, or faced charges, or-or something," she finished weakly, looking away. "...Thanks." 

Mason
 "But those are my two favorite hobbies," he fake-pouted, tracking her gaze with his. "It's no problem. I would've done more, but the authorities showed up and I was kind of outnumbered, plus I have a bet to uphold, so..."

Margot
Should have been better at hiding it. He was having fun, and I ruined it. "We could do something else? I have time still before I need to head to my shoot."

Mason
 He shrugged. "If you want to. I'm kinda hungry, so maybe we could get some food?" A pause. "Sorry for ruining your afternoon, by the way. But some people have to be beat over the head with an instrument. That's just how life plays out sometimes."

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