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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:20 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄  Emile's eyes blinked open, and he turned to stare at her. "They're dead to the world. Nothing you need to worry about." he shrugs, as it didn't matter either way. He was about to close his eyes again when he noted her approaching him. "Hey... what do you think you're..." he stopped as she curled up on the couch near his legs. His eyes narrowed as she spoke to him, and she seemed to go out like a light. He sighed, standing from his end up the couch. "How troublesome." he moved over to the bed, but stopped before flopping down on it. He glanced over at Laura, curled up in a ball on his couch. There wasn't really room for him to lay out like he wanted with her there, but he did have the bed now...
Throwing the top blanket from the bed over her, Em lays back on the bed horizontally so that his legs hung off the end. "Stupid girl... as if my fans could help their swooning." he mutters, closing his eyes. His arms made a pillow behind his head, deciding he was too comfortable to move. He had changed into loose fitting flannel pants while Laura was in the bathroom so he didn't have much of a need to move anyway.
~The Next Morning~
Rubbing his eyes as he came back to the world of the living, the brunette didn't really feel like moving just yet. He could hear Mark's monstrous snores from across the room, and figured Nick as asleep as well. That just left Tom... He patted the bed on both sides of him, finding nothing. That was odd.... Tom was never up before him. Sitting up and yawning, Em finally opens his eyes as he stretches his arms. That had been in an odd position all night and felt pretty stiff, but he figured that a hot shower would loosen the muscles back up. It took his brain a few moments longer to warm up before he remembered; there was no Tom anymore. Just some chick. His mood soured instantly, and he lifted himself to his feet and moved towards the corner where his suitcase sat on a luggage rack near the others. Rifling through it, he yanks out a decent outfit for the day before heading to the bathroom. The door slammed and a couple minutes after the shower began to run. He might as well get some hot water while there was some.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:37 pm
 ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She was all asleep on the way..but when the three were dead asleep..she was whispering and for some reason making a sad moan that would signal she was crying...probably because inside; she was already treated the same way by everybody... freak..goth...punk....loser.... Well of course she dealt with taunts with confidence and refused to give in..but she felt pain in her chest whenever she always saw friends chattering...she kind of wished she had that kind of friendship from something in her life..but she refused to let it stop her from having a good life.. and she won't let a person like Em..whom is the type she always dealt with at school...make her give up either.
She woke up a little bit, feeling water in her eyes, as she then wiped them..thinking something got in her eye.. but people could probably tell it was not something in her eyes..because during and/or after crying..her skin will go very pale like she was sick..and her eyes looked....like a nothing..like she was an empty vessel. But she didn't notice. She yawned and then wiped her eyes more..trying to get a better vision of things. she heard snoring from Mark's snore..almost like a monster but hey..she dealt with her Dad which woke her up at 4 in the morning so she was used to sleeping through it...man.. that couch was uncomfortable..it hurts her back a lot.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:53 pm
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Eventually he let the towel fall so that it draped around his neck. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily. "Besides which, you look like you're in pain. Just sleep on the couch next time" he tells her, flopping backwards onto the unmade bed. "Stop trying to be tough. You're only causing problems for yourself, as well as the rest of us." Alright, so maybe the other two guys didn't have any problems with her, but that wasn't the point here.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:57 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Sorry that I am ruining your image and was making sure you had a bed so you get some sleep." She just says it; in normal tone like she kind of gave up fighting and got to the bathroom going to take a shower and such. But this time..she took longer than last time..maybe because she was trying to think straight for a bit. After 30 minutes, she got out; her hair in pigtails, bangs dried, and also in that damn uniform she has to wear for the gig. She then notice Nick woke up with a yawn, he was still tired but he was gaining energy too."Wow.. a new record.. I don't hear fighting from you two yet."==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 10:15 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ "My, are you worrying about me now?" he asks, the tone he used on the waitress the other night surfacing; as if they were flirting. "Such a sweet girl you are." he watches her close the bathroom door, and the grin he had been restraining before surfaced quickly. He remained where he was, laying back with his eyes closed. He couldn't help but note how long it took her in the shower; just over a half hour. Normally he'd attack, but since he wasn't paying the hot water bill here, he didn't care much. Em's eyes opened as the door did, noticing that she was already dressed in her band uniform. It didn't look bad, at least.
As Nick spoke, the singer sat up to look him in the eye. "Don't get used to it." he answered, his tone flat. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking his lips up on one side. His head flopped backwards to look more closely at Laura, noticing her skin was at least closer to it's normal color. "Have you returned from the dead, then?" he asks, sarcasm coating his voice.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 7:18 am
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== 'Don't Strike...Don't Strike....Not until after the gig is over...don't strike. She then tried not to growl a bit, she wasn't from the dead..her skin can be pale sometimes..either saddened..well crying..or when she's scared...but it's mostly crying.... She then took a deep breath as she then just used her towel to dry her pigtails a bit. She was not speaking..she heard that ignorance hurts more than words so maybe she'll just ignore him until the gig was over then she can do whatever...if Em does anything that is.Just don't speak..this ain't a right time to have a fight..especially when the gig is about to start tonight...do not even start...==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 2:22 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ His lips pursed together when she didn't respond after a few moments. "Are you ignoring me now?" he asks, his voice thick with feigned hurt. "I am deeply wounded by this new development." his hand moved to cover the area where his heart would be, his eyes widening slightly as if in sadness. "Really, Laura, this hurts me to my very core." he restrained a grin, ignoring Nick as he moved to take his turn in the shower. All the while, it looked like Mark was beginning to stir on the bed. He gave a heavy sigh, laying back on the bed once more. "No fun...."
~One Hour Before The Show~
Racing down the stairs, Emile leads his small band to where the bus waited out front. Their suitcases had been packed up once again, as they were going straight to the next location after tonight's gig. He wore the band's uniform now; they were the same style, but each was tailored more specifically to the wearer. His was black and red, instead of navy and blue like Laura's. His tie and the piping on his black vest were both red, as well as the cuffs of his pants. He wore a white collared shirt beneath his vest, the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows. Thick red bands were around his wrists, keeping up with the pattern of the rest of his clothes. He stopped at the bottom of the store, waving the two guys through the door. "Laura! Let's go!" he half shouted up the stairs, noting the crowd gathering. It hadn't been so obvious at first who they were. But now, with the bus idling outside and with everyone in their gig clothes, it was fairly obvious. He smiled at the girls that had stopped, his hand still holding the door open. ►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 3:16 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== Ignorance was Bliss.. even though Em looked like he was really hurting; she did not make a noise even if it looked real. She knew he can do that..to persuade the girls to thinking he was really hurt. She was not falling for it. The day pretty much passed to when the Gig was just beginning. She then took two sour vitamins and chewed them down to the core, then swallowed for it will keep her wide awake, focused, and energized. She then got down with her drumsticks ready for the gig. "Alright I'm coming." That was what she only said before she passed Em and caught up to Nick and Mark, getting their instruments; strumming them a little bit as a small warm up before the big gig. She was still going to ignore Em, but she'll answer him if he REALLY needs it...otherwise she will ignore him..especially if he gets her mad.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 4:05 pm
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Ten minutes of traffic later, the bus came to a final stop. He grins broadly, glancing at the others in turn. "Ready?" he asked, though it was too late to back out now. Mark and Nick both stood, holding their instruments in front of them. Em spared Laura a quick glance, raising an eyebrow at her. "Time to be a tad more charming, my dear." he winked before disappearing down the steps of the bus. He vanished out the door, and the sound of excited fans exploded into the bus.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 4:25 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Charming? The Worst thing to say to me before we have a gig, Charming is my least favorite.. I'll be charming at the Drum Set." She mumbled before following the three behind. Although when she realized that she was performing LIVE..to ALMOST everyone in the whole wide world. She couldn't help but have her heart beat, look nervous, and have some blush. Usually she was alright with it but when she was with a favorite band and doing what she wants to do and showing it off..she couldn't help but have her cheeks go red. She then hides her face because she didn't want to show how nervous she was inside as she then walked alongside them as they got to the concert stage. So far they were going to play 'Disturbed', ''Shooting Star', 'Man in the Box', and 'Season's Haunting'. She then remembered her Lyrics she got...she wrote two actually..one about her father's devastating past.. called 'Shadows from the Streets' and also another one... 'Remember Me' which was from her experience so far...pretty much about her life..a bit... She would show the lyrics to them, but she felt like it will be nothing...
She was then at her drums and tapped her drumsticks together as she was now ready..going to pretend no one was watching...even though to be honest..it was hard...so damn loud.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 5:06 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ Laughing aloud when he heard her comment, he continued through the crowd gathered near the entrance. So many pretty girls.... he mused to himself, winking at one in particular. The girl blushed, and he just prevented himself from smirking; he liked pretty redheads like her. Strolling through the doors and into the concert hall, he slips backstage with the others. The curtain was down over the stage, hiding them from view. "This is it, guys. What we've been working for." he grinned at his friends, ignoring Laura for the moment. He nodded at Nick and Mark, and the two set to work tuning and warming up. They weren't plugged in yet, and the thick curtain prevented most of the sounds from escaping.
Em gave a heavy sigh, emptying his lungs for that one quick moment. He noted Nick and Mark moving towards where they would start the performance, the cords for their instruments tucked through their belt loops for when they were ready to hook up to the speakers. He ran his hand over the mic, being careful not to hit the switch that would turn it on. Running one hand through his hair, he noted Laura set up at her drums, looking nervous. He sighed again, his shoes making soft sounds as he approached. "Hey." he mumbles, trying his very best not to be snippy to make things worse. He still didn't like her, but that didn't mean he wanted her to make a fool of herself, of the four of them, on their first big time gig. "Calm down. If you miss something, one of us will cover you." he sighs, closing his eyes with a 'this is so troublesome' sort of expression. "If you have a problem, just wave at Mark or Nick. I don't usually go straight into the next song, and I can always babble or something." he shrugged, spinning on his heel. "There should be a water bottle near your feet." he calls over his shoulder, reminding her of it's existence. He took up his place in front of the mic, glancing over his shoulder once more. "Everyone set?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 5:23 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "I won't mess up, but thanks for the relief." She then gave off a nod saying she was ready. She is going to show everybody, even at school who is watching right now will see she has talent and was able to eb noticed by a band that was famous and also...well.. she would say charming but after being introduced to Em, she will not say it.
She then figured out the cue. When the cue said 'go' to herself she started playing, soon as she played she heard the bass and guitar being heard. She somehow didn't focus on the people watching; she literally forgot.. she thought she was alone..in the garage.. playing an old drumset...just waiting for her father to come home to watch football and have dinner. She then just played..she knew she was doing good for the first gig in the whole World Tour for the Rosebuds.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== ((timeskip if you want. Wow we do so many XD))
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 5:42 pm
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The curtain dropped after a second encore, and Em immediately switched off the microphone. He heaved a heavy sigh, though applause and screaming fans still filled the air. His grin returned, and he turned to face his band with a genuinely happy expression. He was breathing heavily, and he could tell that talking would hurt for a while. Sweat beaded his forehead, and he had long since unbuttoned his vest. He reached up to loosen his tie further, still grinning like an idiot. "Good job, guys." his voice came out raspy, and he reached up to rub his throat gently. He'd packed bags upon bags of throat drops for just such an occasion, and was almost looking forward to the menthol, no matter how awful it tasted.
Standing up straight again, he moved to thump Mark on the back in congratulations. As Nick came closer, he did the same to him. The boys grinned at each other, and Em slipped away behind the back curtain. Accepting a bottle of water from the stage manager, he downed half of it quickly. The others would follow close behind, but for now he settled for charming the girls backstage best he could without using his voice too much. They'd have to leave momentarily, they needed to be on the road again tonight, but Em wasn't quite ready to be crammed back into the bus.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 8:39 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then sighed as she knew that was it; she would go back to the bus again. She then decided to come out from the stage and then probably stretch oiut and grab some grub from the car. As she did though, she then saw some fangirls; some looking menacing and some..or all had their arms crossed...oh great.. will this be like Team Edward and Jacob fans? World War II again? "Excuse me, do you need something?" She talked casually like she wasn't fazed by their anger as she then... like she always dealt with from school got pulled from the shirt and saw the girl was going to punch her. obviously they were mad at her because she could get close to Em; this is World War II.The red-hair hated the fact that Tom had died, but was even more angry that he was replaced by a girl who could get close to Em very easily; that would ruin the red hair's chance of getting him. "You think your so special eh? Well your probably going to act your gorgeous to him and all glory, but I ain't going to allow it."Laura couldn't help but laugh as she heard that. "Are you f-ing kidding me? Him and I? If he was the last man on earth, I will commit Suicide for Pete's Sake, he is nothing but a flirt anyway, so why even take a chance.. when he is probably having fun with three other women now; flirting and chatting with them." Now she wished she hadn't said that; cause now she was getting beaten left and right like a ragged doll that cannot move. Laura knows violence is not the answer; so she will not fight..but keep standing with all her might. Even though the other girls were kicking her a**.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 9:41 pm
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"Hey." his voice was louder than normal, and his charm faded a bit around the edges. "What's going on here?" he demands, taking steady steps towards the group. At the sight of their idol approaching, a few ran from the crime. He continued to move closer, gently pushing his way towards the center of the group. The beating began to subside as Em drew closer to their target. Wrapping a gentle arm around Laura, he pulls the beaten girl closer as if to protect her. "My dear girls, is this anyway to treat someone? Jealousy is such an ugly emotion... is it not best to set aside such things in order to keep our hearts in their most beauteous state?" he asks, his features reflecting hurt. "I can't say I like this arrangement myself, but I shall persevere for the sake of the band." his eyes looked to each girl, falling finally on the redhead. "How can I perform without a drummer? The rhythm that keeps us all in place? It's much too late to find a new one, and it seems that you may have scarred the poor girl.... Now if you'll excuse me." he smiled at them, the action making the girls feel even worse. "Please keep supporting me in my endeavors." he calls over his shoulder, keeping Laura firmly at his side.
The bus was parked at the end of the alley, and he waved her into the bus. Nick and Mark had yet to board the bus, probably still packing up or something. Closing the door gently, he moves to fall backwards onto the couch. Resting on elbow on the arm of the chair, he drops his forehead to it. Emile gave a heavy sigh, not looking up. "What happened?" he asked, refusing to beat around the bush. She might try to avoid the topic, but he wanted it out before Mark and Nick boarded the bus. "Why did they attack you?"
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