Okay, I've been dying to describe his room, so I'll do that now ^^
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As Alan woke up, he groaned slightly, running a warm hand over his face and through his red locks. The man wasn't too much of a morning person, in fact, he wasn't a waking up kind of guy xD He simply sighed, sitting up, not daring to move for a moment. His large comforters were a multitude of colors, having at least three of the outrageously large blankets strewn on his bed. One of them was a dark shade of pink, warm and almost radiating. Another, a bright and eye catching lime green, that made you grin when seeing it. The last was his favorite. A large, furry, fluffy and soft sky blue blanket that wrapped around him, covering his body. He loved his bed xD The rest of his room was just as eye catching, obnoxious, in your face. It was Alan in room form. The rooms a loud, hot, and thrown at you red. A shade that screamed look at me, I'm awesome! His walls were covered with posters, art pieces, and photographs. The posters of various bands, from every genre. Paintings his fans had sent him, and pictures of him with his parents on a hike, and a photo of when he was a little kid. He had three shelves above his bed, all in long rows and they were chalk full of just about anything you could imagine. CD's, records, books, hats, awards, and more. Two guitars hung on his wall, positioned so he saw them as he woke up. One was a 90's telecaster, a lighter red with black accents. The other was a older stratocaster, a light yellow. It was one his mom gave him when he was 10. Other things filled his room; a skateboard lay on the ground, halfway under his bed. A green laundry hamper in the corner, a T-shirt hanging out of it. A desk, filled with piles and piles of paper, fulled to the edge of lyrics and ideas and little doodles. He also had a mini fridge next to his bed, stocked with snack food and energy drinks.
He eventually dragged himself from his bed, virtually having to heave his body forward as he went over to his chestnut brown dresser, opening the compartment. His eyes were shut, and he fumbled blindly, finding something to wear. This was his dailey routine, just finding clothing without really trying. Somehow he managed to pull out something rather attractive, and slipped it on. His dark jeans hugged his legs tightly, small rips in the fabric. His loose shirt was black and white, going in thick striped horizontally. He pulled out a white belt, threading it through the loops, then went to grab his vans, slipping them on. He then decided he wanted a nicer looking coat, seeing his brain was slowly starting to function. The coat was much nicer than his hoodies, but it still had a punk edge to it. It was almost like a leather jacket, but far warmer and far more stylish. He slipped it on, zipping it up hallway, then popped the color. Damn, he looked nice. He looked in his mirror, loosely running his fingers through his hair, fixing it slightly. He then poked his head out into the hallway, seeing if anyone was there. Danny must have gone out with friends, because it was rather quite. To end the silence, he hurried to the stereo, sliding over to it, pushing the button. Music flooded the room, and a grin fell onto his lips, and he checked the time. 6:30. Okay, he had about 15 minutes to eat and leave, so he could get to the studio in time to announce the lucky winner.