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Hold your head high heavy heart.
So take a chance and make it big.
Cause it's the last you'll ever get.
If we don't take it, when will we make it?
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◄►Aiden James Connor was sound asleep on the comfortable bed in this strange house. Suddenly three loud beeps disturbed the quiet and woke the sleeper. Aiden's eyes slowly fluttered open and his mind began to wake up too. Realizing it was his phone that disturbed him, his hand reached for the bed side table and felt around for the phone. Only after knocking over a bottle of water and something else he wasn't sure of, did he bring his lovely palm pre to his face. Squinting at the bright screen he looked at what had woke him. It was a message from his best friend, Jake, teasing him about the stupid show. He decided not to respond to the message, maybe that would frustrate Jake as much as being on this show agitated him. What was the point of this show? To stick eight random people together and watch them either kill each other or die of boredom? Hopefully it would be the latter, it wouldn't look very good to kill someone on national tv.
◄►Deciding to get up and explore the house more and meet the other six people. He already knew one of them, his girlfriend Alessandra. At least Aiden couldn't get too bored, she was interesting to talk to. He pushed the sheets off of him and wondered over to the closet on the other side of the room. Looking through the clothes he brought he decided on a navy blue t-shirt, dark gray jeans and black converse, his usual attire. He set the clothes done on the counter in the bathroom and looked in the mirror at his reflection. His hair was all over the place like it was every morning. He took of his pajamas that were actually just a shirt and sweatpants and put them in a pile on the floor. He quickly stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down him. The warm water and quiet atmosphere was calming, something he didn't get too often.
◄►Dressed and clean, Aiden unplugged his phone from the charger and stuffed it in his pocket. He walked out of his room and into the hallway. Most of the other rooms were closed and it was rather quiet for the house of eight young adults. "Maybe everyone's still asleep." He thought aloud. Walking further down the hallway towards the stairs he heard voices, which were obviously girls or really high pitched men. He walked down the stairs looking at the things hanging on the wall. There were several framed pictures of landscapes. Ranging from meadows to beaches and most in the form of impressionist. That was the one with the little dots making up the picture right? If not he had thought so since he was young. "I guess that art class in high school didn't help much. Or I just didn't remember anything." Both of which were true statements. He wasn't any better at painting or drawing since then, but he didn't even remember the teachers name. Once he became unglued from trying to remember the teachers name, he realized he was entering the kitchen.
◄►Looking around, it was a very nice kitchen, everything stainless steel and shinny and new. The two people talking were girls, Alessandra and that one girl. What was her name again? Oh yea, Jaymes van Larkin. She was pretty cute and she had bright orange hair. Not any girls can wear orange hair like that and still look good, but she did. "Good morning ladies." He said as he walked up to Alessandra and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Wow, there's two of these things." He stated a little surprised, glancing around the kitchen to make sure there wasn't two of anything else. After scanning the room, he opened the second fridge and looked inside. There was a wide variety of things, from water bottles to fruit to a pack of tofu dogs. Finding nothing else that was quick to grab and appetizing he grabbed a peach and sat down next to Jaymes, biting into the tender fruit.
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Ɉąмilą Єtąną Δdeмolą
The Talented African
Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye
xxxxxxxxit could the last time and it's not right
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Don't let yourself get in over your head" he said.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlone and far from home we'll find you...
xxxxxxxxit could the last time and it's not right
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Don't let yourself get in over your head" he said.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlone and far from home we'll find you...
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Jamila Etana Ademola left her parents house early that morning feeling a tiny twinge of guilt. And I mean a tiny twinge. Her parents were completely against her taking this trip to Greece, but she was not about to be stopped. She was mostly excited, meeting all these new people and seeing new places. She had never traveled outside of Africa, Egypt was the closest she had gotten to that. But even then, she had been with her parents or another family member. And she was going solo this time. That probably concerned her parents the most. But that didn't matter now, she was on a plane headed to Greece!
The plane ride was rather uneventful and boring. There weren't many people in first class and the seat next to her was empty like many others. It didn't help that it was four in the morning either. So, with no one to talk to, she pulled her ipod out of her carry on bag. Looking out of the window watching the landscapes pass by was calming and she soon fell asleep. She spent most of the flight asleep and finally awoke when the plane was landing in Cairo, Egypt. Jamila had already been to Egypt so it was just an irritation to stop there. She wished there was a non-stop flight to Athens. But she was stuck in Cairo's airport for an hour before finally stepping on to the last thing that separated her from Athens.
This plane ride was much less boring. She was seated next to a woman going home from a vacation in Cairo. They began talking about their own experiences there. And eventually strayed off topic to other things. Luckily they were talking for most of the seven hour flight and the time flew by. She looked out of the window and Greece was in sight. As the plane landed she couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She couldn't wait to be out of the airport, so she could see what Athens really looked like.
Jamila watched from inside the taxi as the scenry sped by her. It was everything she imagined it would be and more. The city was so full of history and had this classical and elegant look. She was thrown out of her trance as the car came to a stop in front of the hotel. She quickly paid the cab driver and grabbed her bag and guitar from the trunk. The outside was beautiful and she was anxious to see if the inside was just as much. Putting the guitar on her shoulder and the dragging the suitcase on the other side of her she entered the building. It was a gorgeous as it was in the pictures and even better. She walked to the lobby counter, she wanted to go and wander around but it would be best if she unpacked first.
"Hujambo! Ninataka ku-omba chumba-angu." She said to the girl at the counter. Realizing she was speaking in Swahili instead of English. "Sorry, I was sort of distracted. I wanted to check in. I'm Jamile Ademola." She said with a smile trying to cover up her embarrassment.
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Ɉąмilą Єtąną Δdeмolą
The Talented African
Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye
xxxxxxxxit could the last time and it's not right
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Don't let yourself get in over your head" he said.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlone and far from home we'll find you...
xxxxxxxxit could the last time and it's not right
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Don't let yourself get in over your head" he said.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlone and far from home we'll find you...
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Jamila smiled as the girl introduced herself and told her the room she was assigned. "It's nice to meet you. And I'm sure I'll love the suite. Thank you." She smiled to the Andy and looked at the girl next to her. The way Abigail introduced herself just screamed snobby, but who was she to judge? Andy's instructions were easy enough to follow and she found her room quick enough. It really was a beautiful room. The paintings on the wall were extremely detailed. And for a second she thought she had walked out side. It was as if they knew her, the ocean was her favorite place to be. And she could get used to waking up on a ship.
She set down her luggage at the foot of her bed and looked to the bathroom. It was a nice bathroom, but the main room distracted from it. The plane ride was long and tiring. So after she unpacked her two suitcases, organizing everything in the little dresser at the far corner of the room, Jamila decided to take a shower. She was not feeling too good from traveling most of the day and a shower usually helped her feel better.
Jamila got out of the shower feeling refreshed and feeling much better. She got dressed and left her room to wonder around the hotel for a little. She took the elevator down to the lobby which was busy with activity. She saw a glass dorr leading outside so she decided to see what was out there. Turns out, it was the big beautiful pool. She was defiantly going to go swimming in it sometime. The pool deck was less crowded than the lobby but it was defiantly a favorite with the guests. Going back inside, she looked around at the people inside. There were tons of workers scurrying to and fro and almost as many guests going in and out of the hotel. There were some people sitting in what looked to be a cafe or restaurant. Two people caught her eye, first the girl, Andy who had checked her in still sitting at her post. She probably spotted her because she was the one familiar face in the room and the second was an Asian boy sitting alone looking at the crowd like she was. Having nothing better to do, she walked over to where he was ditting and sat down next to him.
"Hujambo." She greeted him in her native tongue, it was a habit and she would probably continue to greet people in this fashion for a while. "How are you?" She added in English. Once the words were out she wanted to change back to Swahili. It just sounded better than English. "I have nothing to do and so I decided to come talk to you. If that's alright." If the man wanted to be left alone, then she would go. But she certainly hoped he was up for a conversation.
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Minds inform our movement making music with our actions - we are all musicians;
dancing to the beat of a thousand different drums - combined in tribal counterpoint -
until the chaos is so loud it can no longer be heard, only felt - and these words are not spoken, but they are yelled.
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Minds inform our movement making music with our actions - we are all musicians;
dancing to the beat of a thousand different drums - combined in tribal counterpoint -
until the chaos is so loud it can no longer be heard, only felt - and these words are not spoken, but they are yelled.
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Sitting in the tour bus could be a very boring thing. Sometimes it can take forever to get to the next stop. But luckily Suede Marie Bordeaux had her three best friends with her. When the four of them were together, you would not be bored. That was the cool things about best friends, you could entertain your selves no matter what. But they hadn't always been this close. Sure, Robbie and her had been friends for a while and it was only until they recruited Xander and Ivy did they become really close. And of course, like any friendship, they have all had there ups and downs, but they stuck with each other threw thick and thin. Which has become increasingly difficult because of their rising stardom. The paparazzi swarming for a picture and the fans screaming their names, well mostly Xander's name, but you know how obsessed fan girls are.
The funny thing was that the rest of the band was fast asleep in various places of the tour bus. Suede was the only one awake, so right now, it was sort of boring. But hopefully that wouldn't last too long. They were all actually adorable asleep, and really cute, it made her want to pinch their cheeks. Taking her eyes away from her sleeping band mates, she looked out the window at the scenery passing by. It was beautiful, the trees various greens but it seemed like they were passing by the same seven trees. There was little variation, it would surely drive a person insane.
Getting bored of looking out at the same scenery, she turned her attention back to the inside of the bus. Just about nothing had changed inside so she quietly took out her ipod and scrolled through the artists. She decided on "Afterlife" by Avenged Sevenfold. It was one of her favorite songs and she knew all the words by heart. But The Rev's drum line was her favorite. But that was sort of predictable seeing as he was her idol. I mean come on, he plays with three bass drums! He also inspired her enough to learn how to spin drumsticks.
