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[the yesterday]

r o o f t o p s .

xxxxxstandingontherooftopse v e r y b o d y s c r e a m y o u r ♥ o u t

okay, so here we go with some rules. it'll be super-duper if you were able to type three thick paragraphs. by thick, i'm talking about... six lines. fill those sentences with plenty of details, and that won't be hard! of course, three paragraphs is the minimum on those days you have writer's block or when someone doesn't give you enough to work with. there is no maximum here. i like long posts with lots of detail! okay, so moving on from literacy... for character reservations, simply send me a private message with the title "all the love that we've felt" that includes the title of your character and a link to a sample thread. if i like your samples, then i'll send you the code to create the profile (which is tiny.), and then you can send that to me in a new private message titled "wait until the bomb drops". and then you have the spot. easy, right? look, i'm not gonna wait around for people to send me reserves and then choose who i like the best. if i get two at the same time for the same character, i'll run it that way, but other than that, you better be quick if you really want a spot. i don't care who you use as a character, but just know that their "looks" should reflect that of their band... 'cause it'd look kind of strange if you had an alternative band with Paris Hilton as their keyboardist... use music artists, if you would like. it makes it easy. but try not to use any photos of them on stage if you do indeed choose to use a music artist. "press photos" are best. i don't mind me some scenes, just as long as their eyebrows aren't drawn on with a ******** sharpie. (fre sure-the medic droid! haha) speaking of ********, if it goes down, then a timeskip is used. i don't give a ******** if you curse, either. just as long as it's not repetitive like the song "shake it". make posts beautiful... (don't worry, my expectations for that aren't too high). oh, and use a link to show what a character is wearing and you'll get kicked out. i know, it makes it easier, but it beefs up your post to describe it with words. uh... i can't think of much else other than i love you. =D

[the yesterday]

r o o f t o p s .

xxxxxstandingontherooftopse v e r y b o d y s c r e a m y o u r ♥ o u t

so here's a quick run-down on how things will work...
the bands will be on a tour bus that Early Morning Drive had bought from the money they made. the other bands are used to being on buses, only the kind provided by their recording company. it's not the best quality bus, but it'll do. uh... as far as crews go, since the bands are all on a budget and it costs a lot of money to tour, there is no crew, rather they get help from people at the venue as well as do things themselves.

[the yesterday]

____________________________a n d y o l i v e r

__________________don'tactsurprised t h a t i j u s t l o v e t o h a t e y o u

Of all thing's that could run through Andy's mind, he was currently trying to come up with something to mimic the "MasterCard" commerical in which it would show an object, it's price, and then a few other objects and their prices and then finally an emotion or something similar with the word "priceless". He couldn't come up with the objects since nothing that had a monetary price related to the current situation. But he knew what was priceless; Sara's reaction to the bus. Andy watched her carefully as she looked around for a seat. He noticed how she focused, trying to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at the "new girl". Right now, everything was working in her favor. Nobody spoke to her or shouted something rude. Andy simply planned that a seat be saved for him; he didn't tell anyone to say certain things. He had to make the "game" fun for him, too. He already had the advantage of knowing pretty much everyone on the bus, and by planning out everything, he wasn't really giving poor Sara any room to fight back, thus decalring him the instant "winner". Andy enjoyed winning, no doubt, but it just wasn't as fun if it was by default. He liked the journey to victory. And even if it did mean perhaps taking a few blows (though, he had no clue what she could do to bring him down), then Andy was fine with that. It made it interesting, and gave him something to think about. And Andy liked thinking critically. He liked thinking about tactics. And, he won't admit it, but he loves chess and his dream job would have to be working as a laywer. You didn't have to be smart to play chess or be a lawyer; just book smarts wouldn't help you with either. You had to be a thinker; someone who makes attacks whilist defending one's self. And as complex as that sounded, Andy lived for it. Literally; his life was like one big game. Winning the war of life was impossible, but winning each of it's battles was what made life for Andy fun.

The bus began to move, and Sara was still standing at that point. Highschool bus driver's were always so crabby in the morning, and that was something Andy casually left out that fact. He didn't know how balanced she was, but it was only until she fell forward that Andy knew. And he decided to call her on it, right as she caught herself on the seats. "Smooth move, Grace." he said, loud enough for at least the people in the back of the bus to hear. He then noticed her foot against some other kid's foot, indicating that she had in fact been tripped, and the fact that the guy who had tripped her was laughing sealed the deal. It didn't matter, though, because Andy was able to hear the muffled laughter of a few people who had heard his comment. Andy didn't care who heard him, just as long as he was heard. And, it may of been harsh, but that was pretty much his job; to screw with the newbies. He'd pretty much harass any new kid that went to that school, so he was simply carrying on a tradition. Sure, he'd give the new kid hell for a week or so, and then leave them alone, but he wasn't quite sure how long it would go on between he and Sara, for he had to live with her, and everyday, he would have to go home with her. He wondered if she would snitch on him to her dad, or even his mom. Andy wouldn't really care, since it's not like they could really take anything away from him, considering he bought most of his posessions himself. And if they put him on some sort of "house arrest", that really didn't matter time him, either. He liked being lazy, and sitting around in the house all day with nothing to do was actually one of Andy's favorite pass-times. He couldn't really think of a true punishment, but depending on how creative his mom and her dad got, they might come up with something to make his life miserable and give him a taste of his own medicine. Or not.

So, she was seated now, and the show appeared to be over. Andy simply glanced out the window and watched as various cars, buildings, trees and shrubbery passed by in a blur. The highschool was getting a little boring, so the fact that Sara would be coming into the picture got him fired up. Though, he couldn't help but think "What if people grow to actually like her?". He tossed the idea around in his mind a few times. It was certainly possible; she was pretty, and she had money, which could lead her easily to instant popularity. Not too many kids in that school had a household income over two hundred thousand dollars, and that didn't seem like much compared to how much Andy's mom's husband made. Andy figured a few people would probably try and buddy up with her just for that reason, if they indeed found out her monetary roots. And then comes in the looks factor. Highschool was just big mess of hormones, so he knew that a good amount of guys would try and pick her up, get her number, or something like that today. But, there was one thing that wouldn't work out for Sara in her favor, and that was the school that she previously attended. Andy atteneded Ridgeway High, and pretty much every person there, even the people who could actually afford the tuition, hated the prep school that Sara went to. It was this long story, about how the school will bring something new and exciting to the west part of the county they lived in. They talked up the building plan so much, that they just had to keep adding and adding random things to it, thus driving up the costs. Eventually, the place was so extravigant, that the people who built it needed to make up in costs, so instead of making it just another public high school, they made it into Halemont Prepatory School, and charged a tuition. Well, apparently the place was so great, that it even attracted students who lived out-of-state. Andy didn't know much more about it, other than it was pretty much built to make Ridgeway look like a garbage dump, and frankly, it did. And pretty much anyone who went to Ridgeway despised not only the school, but the preppy people who walked the halls, as well.

All of those thoughts aside, however, Andy glanced up to notice Sara peeling something off of her shoulder. He couldn't really see her expression, but the urgency she stressed made it evident that whatever was one her shoulder wasn't something she liked. He quickly noticed, as she tried to fling it off of her fingers, that is was sticky. Bubblegum. "Disgusting..."Andy said under his breath with an amused smirk. He wasn't really paying attention, so he didn't know how it got on her shoulder, whether someone put it there, or she leaned against it, but that didn't matter. Andy continued to watch the show, and it was quite entertaining. Until the gum the flew off of her delicate fingertips and into Kayla Matherson's hair. It was funny, for the first few seconds at least. But what Kayla would do to poor Sara was no laughing matter. Kayla was the though chick of the school; last year she was expelled for getting into too many petty fights. And this chick didn't fight like a girl; she was built, made of muscle, and was rumored to have bipolar disorder. She was a great athlete, but she got into too much trouble to contribute to the school's sports teams. Anyhow, she could take a lot of the guys in that school down easily. Andy didn't know much about her background, but he did know that they were cool; not best friends or anything, but they could casually uphold a conversation and Andy wouldn't get his face punched inward. He was wondering now whether to save Sara's a** or to just leave it be. He wasn't going to tell Kayla that Sara had accidentally flung the gum into her hair, because that would make Andy feel like he had contributed to murder. And, despite the fact that he really didn't like Sara in the first place, he couldn't live with that guilt the rest of his life. Though it seemed as if he was thinking too morbidly, Andy knew that Kayla had the sure ability to make Sara go brain dead with just a few punches. And Andy knew that Sara, even if she was strong, wouldn't be able to fight against Kayla. Andy still couldn't believe that he was going to save Sara's life, but it's not like he wanted her dead; just out of his life.

Luckily, Sara didn't do anything else that endangered her life the rest of the bus ride. As the bus slowed to a halt alongside the curb in front of the school building, Andy stood up and grabbed his backpack. The bus driver flung the doors open and he began to make his way down the aisle. Usually, Andy was the last off the bus but he wanted to talk to Kayla and get rid of the gum before anyone else noticed and told her. As he made his way down the aisle, obviously cutting off people who were in seats in front of him, Andy noticed the same wise guy who tried to trip Sara was also trying to trip him. Andy simply kicked his foot hard, and listened as the guy exhaled sharply, expressing pain. "Don't ******** with me." Andy said in a calm voice. He gave the dude a sarcastic smile and continued walking down the aisle as if nothing happened. Kayla had already gotten off of the bus and he was determined to catch up to her. As Andy descended the stairs on the bus, he quickly turned and looked back at Sara. She looked worried. He continued walking, and shook his head. He still didn't believe he was going to help her, but even sometimes the villan (yes, he did refer to himself as the villan) gives their subject a break. He just didn't think it would be this soon in the game. The only thing running through his mind right now "oh well" as he caught up to Kayla. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she turned around with a disgusted look on her face. Upon seeing Andy, though, she relaxed, and said "Hey, Andy.". The then turned all the way around and wrapped her arms around him in a friendly hug, and he did the same, only with one hand he quickly picked the gum out of her hair. It was disgusting, but he really didn't care. He flicked it to the ground as he said "Heyyyy." back to her. She didn't seem to notice that he had pulled something from her hair, and as they seprated, Andy looked down at her and said "Your hair looks nice today." with a sincere smile. She smiled back and said "Thanks!", right as the first bell rang. "I'll catch you later!" she said, as she went off into the school building. And shook his head. The day had just barely started and he already did two good things; make a mean kid's day and save a ditzy girl's a**. Karma owes me... he thought.

People were now filing into the school building, heading to their first period classes. Andy was used to getting to school earlier because his bus was one of the first to arrive. Then again, Andy didn't really care if he was late to class. He needed to confront Sara, though, about the little deed he did. He didn't want her to think he did it because he actually likes her. He doesn't. He did because he didn't want her to get killed on her first day of school; he had to have someone to torture. And, he was going to warn her; if she did anything to him that would stir up a ruckus in the school, he could easily tell Kayla that Sara had flicked gum in her hair. Would he actually tell her? Probably not. He found the blonde in the hallway and went up to her. Quickly, he said "Listen, consider what just happened one of your 'breaks'. You've got plenty of hell coming your way, and I just wanted to make sure you would be alive and well for you to experience it." he smiled at her, the same way he did to the guy on the bus. "You've got five minutes to find your first class. I don't know if you have your schedule yet or not, but either way, have fun." and with that, he turned and began to walk down the hallway. His first period class was advanced placement music theory, and that room was all the way across the school building. He and the teacher were cool, though, so chances are that the teacher wouldn't care. Hell, if Andy wanted to skip a class, he'd go to the music theory room and chill out there. He continued to walk down the hall, casually waving and nodding to people he knew. He didn't turn around, though. He didn't want to find out that she was following him. He didn't really want to have to deal with her again until lunch hour. He needed time to shake off the fact that he had actually been nice to her. She better not get used to it... he thought.


[ohnoohyescheetah!gum thing=genius! sorry it took so long! && if you want to throw in a time skip, then go for it.]

________________h o n e s t l y , thatneverhappened.

[the yesterday]

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[the yesterday]

fire!fire!pantsonliar

This four-piece is all about fun. If you couldn't tell by their wacky name, the only thing they're serious about is having a good time, which isn't too hard for this group of spontaneous teens. The singer is a complete goof, the guitarist is known for being sarcastic (the good kind), the bass player is full of energy, always jumping around on stage, and the drummer (the singer's younger brother) is sort of like his brother in a way, only he's more of a show off. The drummer and the singer do have they're arguments, but it's simply sibling rivalry and usually doesn't even last long. Sometimes they only stay mad at each other for a minute, and then laugh and talk like nothing happened. Besides that, though, this band was the most recent to get signed and the most recent to want to back out on the contract. The seriousness of the record company instantly drove them away. They were used to playing little shows and having everyone in the crowd singing along and just living it up. But when they hit it big-time and when they played shows for sponsors and such, the crowd was lifeless. They want the fun back! This band is for listeners of All Time Low, Boys Like Girls, and even the Offspring.

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[the yesterday]

f a l l a c y

Here are our head-liner's, ladies and gentlemen. This band has the most experience in music, each member playing their instrument since their toddler years. They've been a band since they were fourteen or fifteen, and since the lead guitarist had a hook-up to a record company, they were almost instantly signed by an indie label for a short contract, since they wanted to make sure that they really wanted to make music with each other. well, once that contract expired, record companies began coming towards them offering them contracts of all sorts. They went with a really big company and they were good for a little bit. They even toured a little in the UK. They've done magazines, interviews, all of that. They've had the biggest taste of fame before deciding that it was just a bunch of bull s**t designed to stress people out. It was when the critics started calling them "talent-less punks" and "hopeless musicians" that they decided to call it quits. The band didn't really give a ******** about what the haters had to say, but the record label did, thus pressuring them to their limits. They were on-edge fighting with each other all the time. They thought it wasn't going to work out, so they said "to hell with the contract" and took a much needed break. This tour is their "reunion". They've agreed that there is no hard feelings or tension between anyone, but we all know that's a lie.... Through all of that, though, their music is pretty intense. They're the only band with a female singing on the tour, and she's pretty hardcore, even doing some screamo, which can be comapred to the band Flyleaf. They have two amazing guitarists providing crunchy riffs and hardcore solos, and a bass player to back it all up. They also have a keyboardist, who is kind of nerdy. Oh, and the singer's twin sister is back on drums. The twins are pretty bad a**. Sound familar to the sibling thing going on in fire!fire!pantsonliar? It kind of is. Speaking of sounds, like mentioned, they have the vocals similar to Flyleaf, and their instrumental skills can be compared to those of Escape the Fate, Forever the Sickest Kids, and Attack Attack. Escape the Fate comes from the guitars, while the other bands come from the infusion of the keyboards and synthesizer.

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[the yesterday]

____________________________l u c y ,doll

__________________don'tyouwantto w e a r m y d i a m o n d s

She never expected to be where she was now. Hell, she never expected that she would ever find out who her father was in the first place. That was, of course, until her mother died in a car accident a few years ago. She was not that close to her mother, hell, they didn't even share the same last name, but it was still tragic, finding out that the person who took care of you for most of your life passed away. She thought she didn't have any realtives that would take her in. Well, she knew she had relatives, but she didn't actually know them. But, through all of the legal mumbo-jumbo, the child services people or whomever were actually able to track down her next closest relative; her father, the man that made her exsistence possible. She never gave much thought to what kind of man he would be and she never really asked too many questions from her mother, but the small image she had thought of him was nothing like the man he actually was. Really, he was much, much better. A successful, wealthy business man. What did this mean for Lucinda Adrian Parks? A change in lifestyle. A very BIG change in lifestyle.

She was about twelve when all of this happened, so she had some time to adjust. Lucy always thought that her dad would be some sort of careless man, but it turns out that her mother ran away from him, not the other way around. Her mother told her the opposite, but the way her father treated her made her think that her mother hadn't been quite the honest person. Lucy's theory made perfect sense to her. Despite the fact that her mother was a generally nice person and Lucy would never say anything bad about her, but Lucy was almost positive that her mother kept her from knowing about her father on purpose, because of a fear or some sort of jealousy or regret. Lucy could be wrong and her dad could have just been doing some major a**-kissing to make up for not being a part of her life until tragedy struck. But, her focus on how true her life before now had been slowly blurred by the life of a glamorous rich teenager. She finished up middle school at a public school near her dad's house, and then her dad enrolled her in Middleton High School. That place was pretty much awesome; it had everything the usual public high school didn't. Everything was so well-kept; no rodents running around, no graffitied bathroom stalls, no gum under desks. And it was full of not only really smart people, but really athletic people, too. One would think that they would pretty much have every sport championship in the bag, but they seemed to have a hard time winning against Ridgley High School, which was just another poorly-funded public education facility. Apparently the rivalry was a lot bigger than Lucy thought. Or at least, she was going to find out.

Oh, that's right. After a few years of peacefully living with her father in the large penthouse apartment he owned in the middle of the city, Lucy's dad decided to start dating again. She had no clue what gave him the sudden motivation to seek love again, but it didn't really bother her, just as long as the girl he dated wasn't going to try and be her mother. Sure, he's had some girls move in them, but Lucy never really saw too much of them, since she purposely got involved in a lot of activities in school. She played field hockey and lacrosse, and that ate up a lot of her time, which was a-okay with her since she didn't want to be a part of her father's love life. Sure, he'd ask for her opinion on some women he would bring home, and Lucy would kindly reply "She's nice, dad, really". And sometimes, they were nice, but the nicer they were, the more "motherly" they seemed, and Lucy didn't like that. At all. But, none-the-less, she wanted her dad to be happy, just like he wanted her to be happy by giving her everything she ever wanted. So, let's just say Lucy was returing the favor. But now, things were getting a little out-of-hand. Okay, let's scratch that; A LOT out of hand. For the past weekened, Lucy had been waking up in someone else's house only to wonder where the hell she was and how the hell she got there. Can someone say culture shock?!

Lucy woke up in someone else's house again this morning. She would eventually get used to calling it "home", she assumed, but it just felt so sudden. And, every day felt the same in that house; wake up, shower, get dressed, do her hair, do her make-up, and then sit around awkwardly, waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever did happen. She didn't have any of her belongings from the penthouse apartment, so she was stuck with absolutely nothing to do. Sure, she had some new "siblings" to hang out with, but they didn't really seem too fond of her. She couldn't really blame them, either. She randomly showed up in their life and came to live in their home. She had a feeling it was because of her dad getting all lovey-dovey with their mom, and of course they didn't like him at all, so why try and be friends with his offspring? She wondered if her dad was the first to move in with their mom. They seemed to act like it, just acting somewhat frantic. She noticed the twins always had electronics on them, so she was sure they were always on the look-out for dirt on her dad. She didn't know what to think of Dylan quite yet, though. She didn't like developing opinions about people before she got to know them. Besides, it had only been a weekend. And she had a feeling that today she would learn more about them, at least since she was starting to go to their school.

Ah, going to a new school. She had a feeling that being the new kid would suck majorly. And, since she was from the school's biggest rival, she would try to lay-low the best she could. Though, she had a feeling that would be impossible, considering that she would be a new, fresh face, and seeing something new and different in high school got everyone talking. Or, at least from past experiences she's had. She knew going to Ridgley would be different. The one good thing she could think of was that she didn't have to wear a tacky uniform. Though, she didn't really mind the uniform she had to wear. So, really, she didn't think nothing good was going to come out of this experience. The public school system was rough, from what she had experienced. She wasn't picked on or anything, she just watched helpless people get picked on. She knew she would be an easy target and had a strong feeling that no one was going to stand up and defend her. She was on her own; as if she was the only fish in a tank full of sharks. Hungry sharks, at that.

Through her thoughts, she heard her name, and she suddenly snapped to reality. She looked up and noticed her new step brother Dillion, asking if she wanted a ride. She hesitated, too long obviously, for he left the room. She sort of had no other way of getting to school, unless her dad took her, which he probably wouldn't appreciate considering that their stuff was finally at the house and there was plenty of un-packing to do. She assumed it was the only thing she could do. She sighed and stood up, her purse in her hand. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt, which was a simple black-and-white plaid button-down. She also wore a pair of distressed skinny jeans in a dark indigo wash and a pair of plain, black ballet flats. Her naturally curly hair was straightened, and make-up covered her imperfect teenage skin. She didn't want to attract too much attention, she she tried to stay away from anything from a recognizable, expensive designer. She didn't want people to assume she was just a rich b***h. She thought that she was more than that. She cared about people and their feelings, eventhough she was slightly shy and timid. It didn't really help that she was about to go somewhere completely new. Her stomach turned as she walked outside towards Dillon's car.

She saw him standing there, and the twins were already inside. "Sorry..." she said looking down. "I didn't mean to hold you up or whatever... I'm kind of nervous, ya know?" She smiled slightly, but she had a feeling that he wouldn't care. She swiftly got in the car and exhaled. She repeated the same phrase over and over again in her mind; "It'll all be okay. It'll all be okay". She knew it wasn't going to be.

___________we came here to p a r t y like it'sgoingoutofsytle.

[the yesterday]

xxxxxxxxxs t e v i e xxx

a u b r e e s u e s t e v e n s

⊲ aubree.sue.stevens
⊲ nineteen.
⊲ june second.
⊲ straight.
⊲ mr. bassit/screamer

⊲ weightless by all time low | hot mess by cobra starship | rock you like a hurricane by scorpions | c** on feel the noize by quiet riot |rock n roll all nite by kiss

⊲ early love
⊲ miss guitarist
⊲ brokelle bones

⊲⊲ t h e y e s t e r d a y

[the yesterday]

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stevie.wonder.

Ugh. Waking up on a tour bus. It was small. It was cramped. And it had that "fresh off the stage" odor. But, Stevie wouldn't have it any other way. Being on tour was a dream come true. Though it wasn't as glamorous as some people made it seem, Stevie was still having the time of her life. Everyday was something different, something new, something exciting. Even if they played the same venue, the show wouldn't be the same. And playing her guitar on stage wasn't even half the fun. All of the cool people she got meet; haters, fans, and other musicians made tour all the more worth while. She was very social, always ready to make friends with whomever she made eye contact with. To some, that seemed kind of strange, but Stevie would always say "you never know how awesome of a story some guy across the street will be able to tell you." And that was so true.

She layed in her bunk, eyes still closed, body still wrapped in blankets. She listened as people moved about the bus. She heard voices, but wasn't tuned in enough to make out the words they spoke, or even who the voice belonged to for that matter. She sighed happily. Life was always great on tour. She was away from her disapproving parents, who, everytime she saw them, guilt-tripped her, saying that she was on the wrong path and she wouldn't succeed or amount to anything. At first, it would always upset her, but now she just rolls her eyes at them and says "I'm happy, and we're selling albums. What more do you want?" She got over the fact that her parents didn't support her musical talent a year or so after she picked up the guitar at age nine. They were always suggesting to her to try something else, such as dance or cheerleading, but Stevie wouldn't change for them. She stuck to that six string like glue.

The tour bus came to a halt and Stevie listened as footsteps walked towards the exit. The door opened, more footsteps, and then closed once more. Stevie shrugged as she sprawled herself out, letting her arm hang off the side of the bunk. She was ready to get up and play some guitar. That was all her life was, really. Wake up. Rock out. And it may sound as if it would get boring after awhile, but Stevie went to sleep anticipating the next day. "Aubree, turn that music down!" Her mother's voice sounded in her head. It was a sentence she heard all to often from the woman when she lived with them. One, she would never actually turn the down the volume of her boombox or her amplifier, whichever she was using, and two, she would almost shout back "My name is Stevie!" She didn't really like being called Aubree. Though the name was unique, it was too girly for her taste. So, she went by a version of her last name, Stevens. Stevie. Oh, and the name situation really wasn't helped by the fact that her initials spelled "a**", which Stevie learned to make a joke out of.

Once more, Stevie heard the footsteps of someone else leaving the bus. She decided that it was time to get up, so she carefully slid out of the bunk and stood up and stretched out. She was really short, only standing at five feet even. She opened her mouth in a wide yawn and then proceeded to walk towards the mini fridge on the bus. She opened it and grabbed a bottle of water from it. She twisted off the cap and drank from it, quenching her thirst. She then glanced out the window to find out where the hell they were. She saw a pancake house, and inside she saw three of the members of Dowtown Lights. None of them were the bassist, however. She thought he was the cutest guy of the band. She had a thing for men with tattoos galore and the ability to play an insturment. She knew that it was bad to fall for people while you're on tour, but she didn't care; she liked being a little rebellious.

Stevie sighed and took a seat on the couch. People were still sleeping, so, she couldn't play guitar. Well, she could, but not without having people angry at her. She adjusted the straps of the black skin-tight tank top she wore and pulled down on the legs of her too-short hot pink cotton shorts. Soon, she would be wearing a pair of her favorite ripped skinny jeans and 80's band t-shirt. She just had to find out which city they were in exactly.







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Her fingers impatiently drummed on the arm rest of the seat she was sitting on in the airplane. She didn't like flying. At all. Not that she was scared they would crash or anything, (okay, so she was a little, but that was among other things), but she was more worried about how cramped everything was and about her guitar, in which some sort of officials had insisted that she couldn't take it on the plane as a carry-on item. She remembered looking out the window outside the gate, before she boarded the plane, and she watched as men carelessly tossed luggage into the plane's cockpit. She cringed with every suitcase, running the fate of her beloved guitar through her mind. Luckily, she missed seeing it get tossed into the plane, but she still couldn't help but worry. It may seem as if she was over reacting, especially since it was about an instrument, but that acoustic guitar she was taking with her meant a ton to her. The Gibson custom AJ acoustic guitar was a special twentieth anniversary edition, and it cost her almost five grand to buy. But it was well worth it. From the beautiful vintage sunbrust body to the warm, rich, sound it had. It was any musician's dream, and she had one all for herself. Sure, she had other guitars she could bring along, the spunky blue-bodied Ibanez acoustic or even an electric guitar from her collection, but since she was going to be on TV, she figured to show off the best of what she had. Even if the nosey camera crew back at her house, miles away filmed her brother in their "recording studio" playing some stuff. Her brother was only a few years younger than her and they both shared a love of music, and they both enjoyed playing guitar. So, when they grew up a bit, their childhood playroom turned into an amateur recording studio, which plenty of sound equipment and recording technology. It's where she kept most of her guitars, too. Needless to say, Ronni had a feeling that all of her precious instruments would end up on TV, but she wanted to be featured with the acoustic guitar she had brought along.

She averted her gave out the window, her fingers not missing a beat as she continued to tap the arm rest. They were still above the clouds, in the open blue sky. They had to land soon; her fingers were becoming restless. She caught herself making chord formations with her left hand a few times throughout the flight. It was literally driving her insane. And she thought sitting through school was hard! She would usually just listen to music to ward off the need to play a guitar, but this circumstance was different. The was all hyped up due to the fact that she was going to be on a TV show. She tried to play it off, as if it wasn't a big deal, but that was pretty much impossible for her. Who wouldn't be excited that they were going to be featured on a prime time television show, viewed weekly by millions?! If she could get her name out there, she was sure that people would come after her to ask her to play in their band! She was itching to start a fresh music project, and was dying to make a career out of it. Sure, she had been in bands before, but nothing ever worked out the way it should have. It was kind of suckish, but Ronni just trucked through it, always searching for something new she could start. Her most recent project was still going, somewhat. She was a decent singer, so she decided to write her own songs and fly solo for a bit. Of course, she had a take a hiatus from it to do the TV show, and she didn't know if she would be able to go home and pick it up right away again. She was sure that if she did, she would most likely get signed to a big record company, record a full length album to be released everywhere, and tour the world. But, she didn't really like doing it alone. Sure, it had it's perks; no aruging over song concepts, which venues they wanted to play, and popularity contests. But, being all alone meant that all eyes were on her, and if she screwed up, it was all her fault. She'd much rather be in a band. Less pressure, more fun.

Suddenly, the pilot came over the speaker, announcing that they were going to desend and that they should fasten their seatbelts. Ronni laughed lightly; she hadn't taken her's off. "Finally!" she proclaimed, looking over at her friends, who were seated all around her. She was glad that she knew part of the cast already. It made the experience better for her. Well, at least that's what she hoped. She highly doubted that the high-end west coast kids would change any of her cool friends. Thanks to the media, Ronni had an image of clique-y high schools and under-age nose jobs. Sure, their high school had it's cliques, but it's not like everyone was against each other. And Ronni doesn't even know anyone who has had any plastic surgery in their life. She pictured blond hair and orange skin prowling the streets, taking down as many people as they can in order to rank higher on the social totem pole. She didn't like living her life like a popularity contest; it all seemed to ridiculous to her. Going behind peoples backs, screwing your "friends" over. In her opinion, that was definately not the way to live your life. Hell, she hadn't even used to word "Scandolous" once in her lifetime! The lifestyle of a rich and galmorous teenager seemed like something straight out of a story book, written by some jealous b***h or whatever. And it might not be the way she had pictured; for all Ronni knew, her image could be very wrong. She just had to wait and find out. One thing she did know, however, was that the west was going to be nothing like the east. Better or worse? She'd would see soon enough.

She looked out the window once again, and saw that the ground was getting closer. Thank God! Just a few more minutes and she could finally get her hands on her guitar. It was also just a few more minutes until the cameras started rolling. The letter she had recieved in the mail was very specific and to the point about a lot of things. For example, she couldn't wear any clothing that "advertised" a company, group, or other individuals. Well, that kind of sucked for her, since half of her entire wardrobe consisted of band t-shirts. She didn't know if that would count, so she e-mailed the producer or whatever, and got a very strict response saying that it was forbidden to wear band shirts. She didn't really understand why, and the reply went on to explain that, saying that it "could by chance lead the company into lawsuits with copyrights and such", and (her favorite excuse) "that the editing process would have to be extended in order to blur out any of these items. It is unattractive and time-consuming". Ronni simply scoffed at it, just telling herself that they were lazy. She did what she was told, however, and showed up the the airport back home in a cute, strapless leapord print dress with a cropped, black leather motorcycle jacket and pair of black ballet flats with zippers on the toes to top off the edgy look. Her lips were their staple shade of crimson red and her eyeliner created a wing at the side of both of her eyes. Her dark hair was straightened and she wore a black fedora hat, which was another piece of her daily style. Describe to anyone at their school who had winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and a fedora and they'd instanly point you in Ronni's direction.

One thing Ronni had noticed on the plane was that it was awkwardly silent. She hated the sound of silence. Well, even if it didn't have a sound. Sure, there was some whispering every now and again, coughing, giggling, all of that, but the noise she hear the most was the sound of the plane engine, and it wasn't too pleasant. Though there was an air of excitment hovering over her and her friends, it was still unusually quiet. She, for a fact, couldn't believe that she was there at the current moment, and she figured that she was just struck with awe, so much that she couldn't really think of anything interesting to talk about. The ground was getting even closer and she looked around at all her friends. She finally spoke. "So... Who's excited?!" She smiled and waited for everyone's reply. She knew she was. Her fingers drummed on the arm rest nervously once more. She noticed that the quick triplet rythm she tapped with her index, middle, and ring finger sounded like a galloping horse. Racing. Just like her heart. This was going to be amazing. All they had to do was make contact with the ground again. Let the adventure begin.


[[ooc;; terrible intro post. >< sorry about that, guys.]]

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[the yesterday]

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she's the type of girl who just can't make up her mind? is she really in love with him? is it time to move on? is it time to find someone new? should i stay? should i go? she has a history of breaking hearts, but not for a malcious purpose. he knows this. he's the type of guy who likes being settled. change isn't one of his top priorities. he thinks he can slow her down, make her fall in love with him forever and always. she can tell, but because of her nature, she doesn't know what to do.

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_____________kaceykitts.

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The sun peeking through the blinds warmed the sleeping girl's face. At first it was comfortable, soothing almost. But, as time went on, the heat grew, becoming more and more intense. So hot, in fact, that it woke the girl from her slumber. She groaned and rolled over in her bed, sprawling herself out amongst the many pilliows and blankets. She hated when the Arizona sun would wake her up like that. Birds outside chirped as she fought for a few more minutes of slumber, but it was too late; she was already well rested. Oh, how Kacey just adored sleeping in on the weekends. She opened her eyes and glanced at a digital alarm clock placed on a night stand next to her bed. It read nine A.M. Well, it wasn't that bad. It was way better than waking up at five o'clock to go to school. Four extra hours? She could live with that. Especially since she didn't really stay up too late last night. She and her boyfriend, Sam had been playing the silent game, once again. And with everyone else off doing their own thing, she really didn't have anything else to do than just get home from school, check up on all of her social networking sites, eat dinner, watch some TV and then just crash. It was relaxing, but boring. Kacey didn't like being bored.

Kacey let out a content sigh as she sat up in her bed. She stretched her arms out and up, past her head. She yawned, stretching out her jaw wide. She then relaxed, letting her mouth close and her arms fall to her sides. She sat in her bed for a few moments, pondering about what to do. Then, suddenly, she grabbed her cell phone off of the nightstand which contained the alarm clock. It wasn't one of those fancy touch-screen cell phones with a keyboard. Actually, it was far from it. It was a little, thin Samsung phone that had just your plain dial-number keyboard with lovely multi-tap technology. She really didnt care what type of phone she had; as long as it called, texted, and snapped pictures, she was was fine. She kind of wanted a T-Mobile Sidekick, but never really thought too much about it. She flipped up the screen to it and went to her inbox. She selected "compose new text", then typed and sent out the following message to the following people.


To: Sam <3, myworstNIGHTMARE(:, Nate-O, TKaaaaay, Jamma Jam.
From: Kitty-Kat!
Message: top o' the morning to ya! now get your a** to the park. (:



After the message was sent off, Kacey finally got out of her bed. She didn't bother making it or anything. She placed her phone back on the night stand and headed for the bathroom in which she was going to take a shower before she went anywhere. As warm water hit her skin, and the vapor soothed her muscles, she couldn't help but think of Sam. They had been best friends with no problems what-so-ever for years and years before they officially became a couple, and now things were different. Kacey didn't believe in the whole "your best friend is and always will be your best friend" thing, but now she was starting to wonder. Were they cut out to be a couple? But even through all of their arguments and silent treatments, Kacey still loved him, but she couldn't put her finger on why she loved him. Maybe it was all the fun times they had together as friends that she could recall upon. Maybe it was the fact that he had always been there for her. She didn't know. She shook it off as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. "Hopefully today will be diffrent..." she said to herself as she went to her room in search of clothes.

Her hair was dripping tiny droplets on to her carpet as she surveyed her closet in search of what to wear. She had a lot vintage-type clothing in her closet; everything from floral dresses to cute cardigans. She liked shopping at vintage stores because the stuff was usually cheap and totally cute. Kacey didn't understand why people would spend so much money for a t-shirt when you get can something just as cute, if not cuter, for like, ten dollars. She just rolled her eyes as she picked a plain, gray tank top, a red, green, and an over-sized grey plaid button-up shirt. She also grabbed a pair of short, destressed denim shorts. She put on all of the nessicary undergarments and then all of the clothing she had chosen. She used the towel that she once had wrapped around her to dry off her hair as she made her way once more to the bathroom. She went through the process of styling her hair, which didn't take very long since her hair wasn't very long, either. Within ten minutes, her hair was straightened and dry. Once she put her hair dryer and flat iron away, she began applying make-up. She learned a long time ago that wearing too much in the type of heat Arizona had was bad, and that she would end up looking like a hot mess before the end of the day. She had a fairly good complexion, so she hardly ever bothered with foundation. All she did was apply some eyeliner, mascara, and a swipe of crimson red lipstick across her lips. It was her style staple; she was hardly ever seen without lipstick.

She went back to room and grabbed her cell phone off of her night stand and put it into the pocket of her shorts. She then went to her dresser and opened a drawer. She grabbed a pair of ankle socks that had little music notes all over them and then put them on her feet. At the foot of her bed on the floor sat a pair of worn-out black Converse Cuck Taylor hi-tops. She put them on her feet and laced them. She had owned these shoes for years, and luckily they were still actually wear-able. And they were very comfortable. They were the shoes that she wore the most. Every now and again she'd wear a pair of flats or some gladiator sandals or whatever, but she could never go wrong with a pair of Chuck's. She was ready to go, so she headed down stairs. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket on the corner of one of the counters. In the living room she could hear the sound of cartoons coming from the TV and the voices of her younger twin brothers. At the kitchen table sat her parents, each with a newspaper and a cup of coffee. She took a bite of the apple. It was sweet and juicy. She wiped away a trickle of juice that escaped her mouth with her sleeve. She swallowed the bite she took after chewing it practically until it became apple sauce. "I'm heading to the park to chill with the crew for the day. I've got the cell." She told her parents. They both looked up from their reading, but only her mother spoke. "Alright, hunny. Have a great day!" And with that, Kacey went out the door.

She went around to the side of her house where she found her skateboard rested against the house. She grabbed it by the front truck and walked down the driveway with it. She then put it on the ground, let it roll a little bit, and then hopped on and skated down the sidewalk. She loved riding her skateboard, but that was just about all. She couldn't do any tricks or anything, but she could stay balanced enough to go a long distance on it without falling. She loved the feeling of the wind rushing through her hair. It didn't take her long to get to the park, and there were a fair amount of people hanging around. She looked down and noticed the apple in her hand, which she totally forgot about. She took another bite out of it as she hopped off of her skateboard. Her foot slammed down on the back and the front flew into her hand. She smirked and began walking to the crew's spot. There was a big oak tree that they always hung out under if they ever came to the park and it was perfect for shade. Hell, the park people even put a bench beanth it for them. Nobody had arrived just yet, but Kacey figured everyone would be there soon enough. She set her skateboard in the grass and sat down on the bench. She simply looked around and smiled. Today was a beautiful day.

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[the yesterday]

Andrew Allen Andes

Andy, A, or whatever you want to call me.

August Second

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[the yesterday]

A scrawny boy sat up in his large bed, outstretching his arms and spreading his jaw wide in a long yawn. He blinked his tired eyes a few times, as if to wake them up. He rolled his neck around, loosening kinks in it, hearing the slight "pop" of them a few times. He signed contently. Nothing could bring down this day. Nothing could really being down any day for him, honestly. Not even the detention he had to serve at the school. "Detention..." Andy reminded himself under his breath. He shrugged and leaped out of the bed. He wished he could sleep more-it was Saturday, after all. That wasn't the case however, as he began to walk over to his closet, only wearing a pair of boxers, pataches of his skin covered up by tattoos here and there. He had to go to the little Saturday detention thing the school gave him. Or else, he'd have to pay whatever sum of money they told him to, in order to replace the bust that shattered on the floor a few days ago. Of course, it wasn't one purpose; he tripped. You decide which definition fits better, however.

He snorted. What high school was he going to? What public institution set out a bust of someone "important"? Especially for everyone to openly touch. It was a pretty stupid descion to place one in a high school, full of moody teenagers who think that they could do whatever they pleased. "And, seriously, if a school can afford a bust, they can also afford a display case for it to go in..." Andy laughed at his idea, however. He hoped that the school would learn, because if he was the first to do that, then he certainly wasn't going to be the last that knock over the bust. He simply shook it off, though. If he was "mad" at anything, it would be the fact that they staff assumed that he knocked it over on purpose. But then again, he thought himself lucky, because if they knew the truth, he'd probably be behind bars or something equivalent. Detention definately wasn't the worst consequence. Besides, he was sure it wasn't that bad; if he could remember correctly, Oliver had gotten detention once, the same Saturday deal, and he said it was no big deal. But Oliver was probably high off some sort of mellowing drug, most likely marijuana, so he didn't think anything of it. Oliver was the most calm, collected, chill, carefree person Andy knew. Infact, Andy liked to call him "C", because pretty much every word that decribed him started with the letter "c". In return, Oliver started to call Andy "A", but that's only because all of his initials started with the letter "a". All of that aside, however, Andy could never tell if Oliver was high or just being himself. Maybe he was never himself, and he was always under the influence of drugs. If so, he has done a great job hiding it; he'd been busted only twice and only got a slap on the wrist for both.

Andy dressed, without showering. He had showered the night before, anyway. If he smelled bad, then people would just have to hold their breaths around him or breathe out of their mouths or something. He wasn't going to please anyone except for the school. He'll sit there for six hours and then he'll leave. It wasn't that hard. Maybe he could catch up on some sleep, perhaps he'd take a notebook and write songs. They were permitted to do school work, right? He could just lie or something, say it's an english project. Maybe they wouldn't care. The one thing he didn't have that was essential for him to write was his guitar. He'd probably take that, too. What was the worst thing they were gonna say? "Put it away." Three little words that weren't very threatening at all. He'd bitterly comply, but wait an hour or so and play again. "I wonder if they'll give us a break or something..." he said to himself, slipping on his favorite pair of tan moccasins. They were made completely of synthetic material. From the faux leather exterior to the soft nylon "wool" lining the inside. He opposed animal slaughter greatly; no animal deserved to be killed by a human for fashion, or food for that matter. It was not only disgusting how they treated the animal, but their slaughter was simply inhumane. He had some respect for free-range farmers, but still. The animals die violently either way. He shuddered, trying not to think of it.

With the idea of the song writing on his mind, he decided it'd be a good idea to go ahead and take a notebook and a guitar. He walked over to a nightstand in his room, where he kept all of his notebooks. He had already filled numorous notebooks, and felt kind of guilty about some, since he had obviously used a ton of paper. Most of his notebooks had recycled paper, but those were the kind with about sixty pages, which wasn't much space for his songs to expand. Usually, he'd simply buy a five-subject notebook and simply take his time filling it up. But as time went on, he'd fill it up faster and faster, realizing that no matter what, he'd be using paper. But, it wasn't like he was planning to throw them away; song writing was an important aspect of his life. It may have hurt the enviroment a little, but he kind of liked the thrill of having a guilty pleasure, despite the fact that song writing seemed so typical and normal to any other musician. He found a notebook with a few empty pages; enough to keep him occupied with. He also found a pencil in the drawer of the nightstand and picked it up. He slid it into the spiral of the notebook, assuring that it was secure. He closed the drawer and then found his guitar, which was stratigically placed right next to his nightstand. He had to have it nearby, that way, if he got inspiration, he could write down the lyrics, and then grab his guitar and think of a harmony or something of the sort. He did that often, but not nessicarly in that order.


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A kid with scruffy auburn hair waltzed into the library. He wore simply a plain, v-neck white t-shirt, with a pair of practically destroyed skinny jeans. Granted, his pants weren't dangerously tight, but they were fit. Not that the material had much to cling to, anyway. Andy had a skinny figure, mostly because he was a hardcore vegan. Garden burgers may sound nasty, but they weren't that bad in his opinion. It was apparent that it's easy to get used to eating dirt. He could only laugh at people's faces when they asked him what he was eating, or what he wants to eat. He'd say "dirt" most of the time, and people would look at him, absolutely disgusted. He was only kidding, however, as people usually associate people who have a vegan diet to the Earth, as in grass, roots, and dirt. He really just watched what he ate closely. Usually it was just salad, with organic vegetables. No dressing; most dressings had some sort of dairy product in them, whether it be eggs or milk. He'd make his own dressing sometimes, substituing the animal bi-prouducts with soy or whatever. It was very easy to avoid meat for him. Once he got started doing away with all of the animal products in his life, it became easy for him to eat basically just vegetables. He thought it would be hard at first, and it was, somewhat; he was starving the first few days of not having the protien of meat. But, he had to start somewhere.

The taste of a cigarette was still on his breath as he gripped the neck of his acoustic guitar in his right hand (Who needs a case anymore?), while he pressed his song book to his chest with his left. There was nothing special about the guitar he held, but it was rather eye-cataching. Aside from wear, people had marked all over it with black Sharpie. At first, Andrew wasn't too happy with it, but then he grew to like it, even believing that his guitar was somewhat like him, getting drawn on like a canvas, just as he was with tattoos. His parents didn't mind that he had gotten body art; what else were they gonna do about it? Rip it off his skin? Force him to get it removed? Besides, Andy had paid his own money for them, so it wasn't their loss, really. To be honest, Andy and his parents sort of grew apart. When he left the house to come to the school they didn't even ask where he was off to. They didn't seem to care when he told them he had gotten detention the day before. He kind of liked that they didn't bother him too much; it made him feel independent. Maybe they were preparing for his life as an adult, once he moved out of the house. He hadn't thought of what he wanted to do yet, but he knew he didn't want a boring desk job-that would absolutely kill him.