Admiral Silas
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- Posted: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 03:02:19 +0000
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♪ Outside of the Tour Bus ♪
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♪ Outside of the Tour Bus ♪
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Cassandra had been up all night, again, for the second time this week. It was starting to get on her nerves, after all, how was she supposed to perform in front of a crowd without sleep? She had been fighting sleep by practicing, nonstop, like she did 2 before every performance. Of course dawn was breaking and she needed a break. It was around this time that she got her water, gargled, and massaged her throat to make sure she didn’t mess anything up. Cassidy had a tendency to bother her band mates with these nightly practices so usually she holed herself in the bathroom of the tour bus, stuck a towel underneath the door so that very little sound escaped and practiced. Now, however, she was sitting at the table of the tour bus, I-pad in hand, watching youtube. She had her ear-buds plugged in so she could listen to some of her music like The All-American Rejects, or Bayside, or just some little band that had no name. Flipping through the several tabs on her I-Pad she decided to make a quick stop to Twitter to post an update for any number of fans that would read and reply, normally they had a guy for that, but Cass enjoyed running her own twitter, it didn’t take any time at all.
Cassidy watched a bit as her twitter blew up with suggestion from fans, even so early in the morning they were checking twitters and facebooks, trying to get a hint at the playlist for tonight. She quickly changed tabs back to a simple text document that had the songs they were playing tonight. After looking at the words for a moment she laid her head down on the table, refusing to fall asleep. Taking a deep breath she pulled her head back up and opened up the mini-fridge to find an energy drink. It was Mountain Dew Kick Starter, not exactly her favorite, but it was something to keep her awake. Sitting back down, she put her back against the window, drew her legs to her chest, and played with the I-Pad further. She had her PSP Vita on her bunk, but she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on it, so instead she played the pokemon tower defense game that one of her fans told her about after she posted an update asking for any fun games to play on the I-Pad.
It was an entertaining game despite her being relatively new to it. She placed several pokemon in the way of other pokemon and watched as her strategies worked out. She giggled occasionally and was otherwise having a good time, she didn’t like to work all the time and she was more tired than she was used to. Normally she could do this kind of stuff without a problem, but lately she hadn’t been feeling good and she knew she had a fever, she hated doctors so Cassidy decided to ignore it for now, but after not sleeping for a while it was beginning to bother her. It had been persistent throughout the night, but the distractions of singing and playing games and tweeting was helping to keep her distracted from it, while she could ignore it, she knew it wasn’t going to go away. However she had a show to play tonight, she couldn’t be worried about some small fever; Cassidy had to put on make-up, decide on what clothes and accessories that she was going to wear. She was a very busy entertainer, like she was sure many entertainers were. She sipped the energy drink which was slowly bringing her back from the sleepiness, though she would assume it’d take a few more cans to feel fully awake.
Cassidy begrudgingly stood up from her seat and placed down her I-Pad with the game paused. It’d be easier to decide on an outfit now, throw on her pajamas, and then just wait until she actually had to get on stage to get dressed. It was a solid plan, after all no one really cared if she wore pajamas all day as long as she looked good on stage, something she found relatively easy. She pulled her clothes out of a drawer underneath her bunk and grabbed her kigurumi, a fox head to toe comfortable pajamas; it was relatively cool in the bus, so she didn’t have to wear anything other than a pair of underwear. She then went to the bathroom and locked it up. She completely changed out of her jeans and plain t-shirt to put on her plain underwear and then the fox kigurumi outfit before stepping out of the bathroom. She pulled the hood over her short blond hair and threw the clothes into a hamper. Now she had to decide on her onstage outfit. She decided to leave the shirt for later, but she decided on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and then various accessories that would go well with the outfit.
Throwing her clothes onto the bed she found her spot again and went into the same back-against-window-legs-against-chest position; however this time she wanted to play a different game. She pulled up one of the several games, which took up more space on her I-Pad than her music, to play. Cassandra saw a little message pop up on the side of her I-Pad. She had a texting service and she noticed that it was from someone very odd, her older brother. She hadn’t spoken to her brother since she was in junior high. He was eight years older than she was, so during that time he had gone off to college. Before that he picked on her a lot, sometimes resulting in physical violence, a shattered self-esteem, and grounding. He seemed happy to leave her and made no attempt to talk to her, he talked to her dad, she knew that much, but never to her. What did her want? Cassidy stared at the message hard before tapping on it and going to his message.
‘Hey Sis, it’s been a while hasn’t it? I saw you on a music site I like to visit. Now you’re, like, famous right? That’s so cool! I’m glad that you changed from the way you were in junior high; I can’t believe you’re performing on stage and stuff. So mom says you send her money, do you think you could send some to me?’
There was more to read, but she left the message quickly and blocked the number. He contacted her just to ask for money? Also, what was mom doing telling him her number? Mom knew that she had a bad relationship with him, and it was just cruel that he was messaging her like this. She was 23 now, and he was in his 30’s! Why should he be asking her for money? Cassandra angrily moved to a different screen and then back to her game. She couldn’t get angry now, she’d focus on it after the show, right now it’d be better to focus on just thinking happy thoughts and playing a fun tower defense game. However it was hard resisting the urge to unblock her brother and curse him out beyond anyone’s help.
Cassidy put her head against the window and closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry, the jerk wasn’t worth crying over, but she did remember all the things that he had done to her. She had initially joined the band just to get away from him, and mom didn’t help, choosing to ignore things and her father’s idea was to ground the both of them to make them get along. Still it wasn’t fair to ignore her brother, but she didn’t feel well enough to answer, she’d answer him after the show, maybe send him some money so that he’d leave her alone so that she could continue living life without her brother getting involved. Taking a deep breath she shook herself awake again and put on some loud music to keep her awake this time. She was back to listening to one of her favorite The All-American Rejects song, Dirty Little Secret. It was such a good song, to her anyway, and she loved the head shaking beat. Tyson Ritter was a great singer and during the beginning of her career she modeled a lot of her songs that she wrote after All-American Rejects’ songs.
Rocking her head gently to the beat of the song she looked out the window it was nearing noon now, the show was six hours from now and she could feel her body practically shaking with excitement. With six hours to go she wondered what the other headliners, Airline 44, were doing. After all they had to be just as excited as she was. Tossing the empty energy drink into the trash can she grabbed another Mountain Dew Kick Starter and began to drink. She began to drink quickly now, due to her nervousness. She thought about going to the Airline 44 tour bus and asking for one of their shirts to wear, hopefully they remembered to bring their merchandise with them, she liked supporting the other bands and they were closing tonight, so it’d be good to get the crowd pumped up for them. While they were natural rivals there was no reason to dislike or hate the other band, there was no point. Instead she supported them with hopes of getting support back. This was their first time touring together. The venue looked like the usual gig, she had toured before and a lot of these places began to muddle together to her. She was starting to fall a little bit asleep when she heard some commotion going on outside in the parking lot.
Looking out the window and into the parking lot she looked with an horrified expression as she saw the fight broke out. She wasn’t all that opposed to fighting, but she was opposed to fighting during the tour. However during this moment she felt like she couldn’t do anything to help, after all she was about half the size of these guys, how could she help at all? Despite being in her pajamas she opened the door to the bus and rushed out. She recognized both of the men easily now that she got a closer look, one was Bentley, she had heard some nasty rumors about a drug addiction though she didn’t have anything to prove it, and the other was Oliver, the normally calm vocalist of Airline 44, why were they fighting? Especially on tour? She looked around for help. They shouted insults at one another and then Bentley just let loose, she hadn’t seen something like this since she was in High School. Normally she wouldn’t get involved with such matters, boys will be boys after all, but the night of the venue was not the time to fight.
“Hey! HEY! Guys stop it!” Cassidy shouted as she approached the two fighting boys. She had tolerated Bentley on the few occasions they met and she was generally friendly with Oliver. She reached for the raised arm of Bentley and yanked back. She felt her grasp slip as she was unable to stop the young man. She looked at him angrily before shouting again. “Bentley! Stop! That’s enough, look, Oliver’s done. Just let it go, please!” Cassidy pleaded to the young man concerned for the vocalist’s life and the show in general, after all having the police show up six hours before the show was bad luck, and she didn’t want that.
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♪ OUTFIT ♪
♬ HEIG HT♬OUTFIT♬ WEIG HT♬
Five Foot___OUTFIT___One Hundred Pounds
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♬ HEIG HT♬OUTFIT♬ WEIG HT♬
Five Foot___OUTFIT___One Hundred Pounds
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