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Post by kayli on Dec 28, 2009 20:27:08 GMT -5
The air was crisp and breezy; the sky was overcast. It looked as though it might rain in a few hours. The time was around 6:00 pm. Isaac sat underneath a tree in a more secluded area of the park (ie. he was far away from the dogwalkers, joggers, and couples who enjoyed PDA) with a bottle of Corona in one hand and a pencil in the other. An open notebook filled with scribbles and slurred lines lied on the grass.
Normally, Isaac left the songwriting to his fellow bandmates, Rhymes and White, purely because he wasn't very good at it. And he certainly had never tried to write songs while buzzed. But Isaac was bored and felt as though he needed a release. What release, he wasn't sure; he didn't feel depressed, excited, or in love. Introspective might be the word to describe the feeling.
If someone had said to him a year ago that his band might make it big, Isaac would have laughed aloud. A year ago, All Grown Up, was something for kicks and giggles; it was a hobby, which is what his parents always called it. "Being in a band isn't a real job, Isaac," is what they tirelessly said to him. Isaac had plans to go to college and become a music therapist or a music teacher. Actually playing for hundreds of people was obviously a lot better, but it still seemed all too unreal; he had to pinch himself occassionally.
So basically, his mixed thoughts about his life and its new beginnings were what he wanted to write about. From the look of the paper, it wasn't going so well. Isaac took another swig of his beer and said aloud to no one in particular, "Right side of the brain, you are failing me." Then he leaned his head against the tree, closed his eyes, and began drumming a fast, energetic beat on the notebook.
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Post by DEVON T. MANNING on Dec 30, 2009 20:05:26 GMT -5
she didn't mean to stumble along the path if the park and uncover the drummer from all grown up. it just, happened. which is basically how devon lived. he had his eyes closed and he was tapping a bet on a notebook. of course devon knew what this meant, she was in the music industry too. and doing quite well. all the bands on shameless tour. near hundreds had applied, but these were the ones with talent. or at least, the once shameless records thought would do best. and man were they right. every concert was jammed pack.
she snuck up on him, pouncing slightly. maybe it wasn't obvious, but devon got along terrifically with guys. maybe that's what drew caleb and parker's attention. she was probably more famous for dating her ex boyfriend's brother than for being the lead singer of a band, but she wasn't ashamed of either of them. she still felt bad for caleb, but she was a little proud of all her achievements. like every other band on the tour, they were the ones with slim odds. the longshots, persay. but now they were like a horse race, and every band was odd 0-1.
"why is the right side of your brain failing you?" devon questioned, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. she wasn't too closely acquainted with all grown up. she was fairly sure they were the only boy band on tour, which usually made them more desirable. if you asked anyone on tour, they would probably describe the typical fan as 'horny.(jack barakat xD) but even if he wasn't too close of a friend, so what? she could still hang out with him. although it as a nice day compared to all the other days so far, it was still overcast. the tour was estimated to last for around 6 months, highly long and unusual. and tiring. goddammnit, they would be exhausted by the end of the tour. hopefully in shape to make a record, whoever won. but still, whoever 'lost' would probably remain famous, like how adam lambert lost american idol but is more famous than the winner.
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Post by kayli on Dec 31, 2009 2:01:05 GMT -5
Isaac, his eyes closed, heard an unfamiliar voice, almost like a ghost. "Why is the right side of your brain failing you?" He wondered if the alcohol was making him hear things. Isaac, after what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, opened his eyes. In front of him stood a pretty brunette. Where'd she come from? He wondered. He had thought he was the only one underneath this big oak tree.
Isaac tilted his head to the side, wondering how she seemed so familiar to him. "I've seen you somewhere," he said absently. Then Isaac shut his notebook, not wanting the girl - her name was on the tip of his tongue - to read his pitiful lyrics. Or rather, the three lines he'd written. "Er, my creativity has jumped off a bridge. I can't seem to write on paper what I'm thinking, and it's frustrating as hell." He sighed heavily to prove his point.
Where have I seen you? He questioned to himself. And then it hit him. "Oh! You're on tour! I saw you on some gossip site. You're the girl who's dating your ex-boyfriend's brother." Isaac stopped and cleared his throat. "Er, not that I frequent gossip sites. Because that's lame. It just popped up one day, and there you were!" Isaac smiled sheepishly and took another sip of his Corona to shut his self up. This was why he never talked much.
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Post by DEVON T. MANNING on Dec 31, 2009 10:19:57 GMT -5
devon waited patiently for the mysterious boy to open his eyes. or at least, mysterious to her. she was probably more mysterious to him. she began to fret, wondering if he was anti-social. or if he hated people. or if he hated curious people. or i he just wanted to be left alone. but then again, who trekked to the park in winter, stood under a massive tree, and expected to be left alone? maybe he wads just a weird person. but he looked normal, so nothing made sense. then he spoke.
"i've seen you before, too." devon observed, amused. "you have writer's block?" devon asked, feeling sympathy. everyone knew writer's block was tough, especially to people in a band. you can't write good music, or just plain music, if you can't write at all. one of the worst fears. she was pretty goo at writing though, maybe once she got to know him a little she could feed him some ideas. "think something exciting." she offered. screw the waiting, she just had to say it.
when he said she was 'the girl who dated her ex boyfriend's brother' her point was proven. she was more known for that than her music. devon's face fell for a minute, then she smiled again. "yeah, i guess that's me. devon." she said, keeping her poker face. "yeah, i'm on tour. there's no tour without gossip, and i seem to be a good subject." she said, shrugging. she didn't see the big deal with dating parker. he wasn't a rebound. the only problem was caleb, but now he was occupied with in, so it was all perfect. for now.
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