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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 6:43 pm
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Nash was the one to do like ninety-eight percent of the work done with projects done in pairs. He did the typing, poster boards, experiments, journal writing, and whatever that project needed. Shockingly he did this all while being in a band in Chicago. He scribbled down ideas quickly, yet had neat writing, so he could do some possibly after the show. The bell rang, signaling that the class was over and onto the next, which for him, was gym. Luckily he had a doctor's note, so he didn't to change and expose the tattoos on his body. The male walked to his classes, and finally heard the bell ring, meaning the end of the day was here.
Nash walked the distance home, roughly about three-quarters of a mile. So that was like one and half miles in total. Unlocking the door, came into a empty house, and texted up his band mates, Patrick, Pete and Joe. All were in a ten minute walk, so they were all here rather quickly. Andy already changed before they were over. Basketball shorts, a sleeveless hoodie, and sandals. Fist bumping the guys, they walked to the garage, and loaded up the small white van with the guitars, basses, and drum set used for tonight. They got into the van, squished, but drove off the Schuba’s, where they were to play tonight. Pulling up to the place, unloaded, and got ready, banging on the drums. The male watched his band mates jamming out a bit, so, he joined, and soon took off his hoodie and sandals, revealing the tattooed body. Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 5:03 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:18 am
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Nash saw some people walk around the venue. Early birds, most likely. Get the best seats and spots in the house, or the venue. He finished his practicing on the drums, before fixing them, and getting the way he wants to. Tattoos covered the male's body, all with their own story to tell. Maybe not right for the eighteen year old he was, but hell, it was what he wanted. He was walking on stage when Pete decided to be a utter jerk and shoved the tattooed male, and he bumped into the back of the lady in front of him. Blushing a cherry red from embarrassment, gave Pete a death glare before, and sat down beside the blonde "Look my apologizes, my friend here decided to shove me and didn't see you in front of me. I really hope I didn't hurt you Nash said with a slight frown and looked over to the blonde. Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 2:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 3:27 am
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Nash smiled a bit and looked over at her "If your okay, than I'm okay." He said as he ran a hand through his hair, and looked over to the bassist, Pete, the one that caused the tattooed lad to bump into this girl. Hearing her say she was unsure of getting him back, smirked a bit "If you don't than I will." He said with a slight chuckle, than smiled before rubbing his arm for a moment, the awkwardness was settling in "Uhm....I'm Ash, drummer of Fall Out Boy, and you may be?" He asked with a charming smile, and his green-grayish eyes looked over at her. He wasn't gonna lie, she was pretty cute, maybe someone who've heard about the local band, and wanted to check them out. Well, that was the point of concerts, to see new bands and like their music, duh! Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 5:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 5:16 pm
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Nash heard her name. It was quite the pretty name, Claire. Something that was quite rare, well to him it was. It came from the word clārus, meaning, bright, famous, or clear. Something he could see her being, well famous, obviously. She quite the stunner. "You have a really pretty name, and you must be extraordinary somehow. He said with a slight smirk. Drummers were the backbone of his band, and most likely, the unappreciated person in the band. Giving a slight chuckle, looked over to her and smiled "Drums are pretty neat, and they can be a bit difficult, but once you get use to it, it's pretty easy." He said as he smiled and heard his name being called "Umm, I guess this is goodbye, for now, maybe if you stick around after the show, we can talk some more." He said with a smile before getting up and looking down to her "Great to meet you Claire!" He said with a smile before jogging off to a side of the stage. Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 5:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 2:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 4:07 pm
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Nash literally played his arms out onto banging the drums. He was sore, tired and sweaty. Gross. What felt like a few minutes, when in reality it was an hour, the show came to close, with Patrick thanking the crowd for coming out. Walking offstage, took two aspirins, chugging half a water bottle down, before spraying himself with some Axe cologne, and placing on the sleeveless hoodie and flip flops on, signing a drumstick he used tonight, and got the others to sign it. Walking onstage, hopped off and walked over to Claire "A souvenir for the lovely lady in the front row." Nash said with a slight chuckle and placed the signed stick on the table, and looked over to her "Thanks for supporting us tonight." He said with a smile "It means quite a lot to the band." He added, smiling a bit bigger, and opened the water and taking a few sips of it. Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 8:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:20 pm
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