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Post by ALEXANDER REID REYNOLDS on Nov 14, 2010 21:04:29 GMT -5
  you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ander pulled the door of the bus open quickly, running up the steps into the place that Scene Sickness called home. It was cozy, at the very least, though sometimes it seemed as if it needed more room for all of the people that lived in the vehicle. It certainly created some amusing times though, and in a way, it bonded the band easily. It would be quite easy to say that he loved this bus. It was like the sign of his freedom. Ever since he had started to look like this, his parents suspected something. However, because Ander was too much of a push-over to ever tell them that he was gay, he remained happy that he was on tour, and away from the place he had once called home.
He stopped, looking around the bus. He had to find his drum sticks before continuing on to practice; otherwise he would end up getting chewed out by the rest of the band. He sighed. The task of actually looking for them in the bus was daunting. He’d probably have to tear the whole place apart before he actually found them, if he did at all. Chances were it would be in the most obvious place to put a pair of drumsticks, and he would totally end up glancing over it every single time. What he really needed was someone who wasn’t as scatterbrained as he was right now to help him look.
He walked over to the couch sitting along the wall of the bus, before pulling the cushions off of it. When he couldn’t see the drum sticks there, he attempted to tip the couch over by himself. However, he ended up discovering two things. One; he wasn’t strong enough to flip a couch over by himself anyways. Two; the couch was bolted to the floor to prevent it from sliding all around incase a crazy driver sat behind the wheels, which sometimes was indeed the case.
Growling to himself, he attempted to run his hand through the creases to see if they had been knocked behind there. Of course, that hardly worked at all. Being rather impatient, he sighed, extracting his phone from his pocket. He scrolled down to the name ‘Petra’, and prepared to send a text message.
‘my favorite manager! i need some help! meet me on the bus?’
He quickly typed, knowing that she would probably come and help. Petra was like….. the mother of the band. She kept everything running smoothly when the others thought that everything was on the verge of crumbling to pieces. He really appreciated all the work she did for the band. In fact, most of the people in the band did. It was obvious that she worked hard. Either that, or she was just immensely good at what she did, which was an added bonus anyways, as the band desperately needed her more than half of the time. She was a blessing, even though he didn’t really believe in God.
He placed the cushions back on the couch, not wanting to get scolded if Petra walked in to find the place totally trashed. Then again, it really wasn’t. But despite that, Ander had a slight problem with two things. The couch looking totally off, which happened often, and cabinets being left open, which was something that apparently this band had an addiction with. Or maybe they just loved fucking with his mind. Either way, it was annoying, though he never bothered to chew anyone out because of it. Besides, he picked his fights carefully, and more than half the time, it wasn’t all that much worth it. Nothing bad had happened yet, so it was still okay.
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Post by PETRA ALEXUS KIS on Nov 17, 2010 2:11:03 GMT -5
 if asked, petra could honestly say she loved her job, and she enjoyed the people she worked with. could her job get any better? she seriously doubted it. she got to leave home for months at a time to manage some of her good friends while they were on tour. she got to feel independent, and even though she was only seventeen, she knew she did her job well. she'd been doubted in the past, but she really didn't care. this was what she was made for, and even if someone told her should couldn't, she still would. petra was persistent like that. she loved proving people wrong, and she loved being able to rub it in their faces, though she would never admit that to someone. another good thing about her work was that she was never bothered with sexual things like crushes, kissing, or actual intercourse. one of the boys was homosexual, so there was the answer to that one, and the other had never shown any interest in her. not that she would be interested anyways. she was a rather a-sexual person right now, though if she ever did find someone 'cute' or 'attractive', it was females. maybe that's what was going to happen to her. she would be lesbian. that didn't sound so bad.
right now, she was helping the crew set up everything backstage and a few things onstage as well. she knew that they could get this done before rehearsal actually started, because getting this down quickly and easily would be slightly difficult, but they didn't want to mess up during the transitions in future shows like they had in past shows. that would be an embarrassment on her part once again, though the band had redeemed itself once they got up and played. the crowd had been pleasantly surprised, though petra had been expecting it. she knew the band was good, though they weren't as popular as she knew they could be. she really wanted their popularity to pick up now that they were on tour with some of the big shots. she didn't actually care if they won this contest thing, there would be more chances in the future, but right now.. they were just focusing on getting their sound just right and getting a loyal, growing fan base. the life of their band really didn't revolve around this tour like some bands. she didn't really understand that, though she had never been a competitive person. maybe the band wasn't on the same page as her, but that's where she was at this moment. surviving this tour was going to be the project of her life, and she knew that.
as she was moving boxes with some of the other people in the band, she got a text, her phone blaring one of the bands new songs. after the box got where they needed it to, she stood off to the side, scrolling through it. it was ander. oh god, what did he do this time? help? help with what? she groaned mentally but looked around. "guys! hey! i'll be back. alexander needs my help back at the bus, so i have to go help him. keep up the great work! you're almost done!" she shouted over the loud sounds of movement and setting up as she headed for the door, breaking into a slow jog. she had to get there fast and get out of there fast. she reached the bus in no time and walked in. "hey, what's up ander?" she asked, taking a few breaths as she tried to catch her breath. she looked up at the older boy her face searching his for answers. "what can i do for you?" her voice questioned again, eyes raking down his body slightly, just to make sure he wasn't hurt or anything silly like that.
THIS POST IS DONE AND IT HAS SIX HUNDRED SIXTY ONE WORDS, MKAY? AND IT'S FOR THIS ADORABLE KID ANDER. MISS PETRA IS WEARING THIS, YO. I'M LISTENING TO MISGUIDED GHOSTS AND THE NOTE ON THIS LITTLE POST SAYS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by ALEXANDER REID REYNOLDS on Nov 21, 2010 11:51:44 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ander was angry at himself for misplacing the drumsticks. It wasn’t like it was hard to keep up with them. If he had left them on top of his drum set like he had always done, and not have brought them back to the bus, this would have never happened, and he wouldn’t have had to bother Petra from doing whatever work she was currently busy with. He was sure it was something, as it always seemed that Petra hardly had a break. But she was certainly good at being the manager. He probably wouldn’t have anyone else take her spot. At least with her as manager, he wouldn’t have to worry about a relationship with the manager ruining the band, as he was gay, and he was pretty sure that Petra was either asexual or possibly homosexual as well. He hadn’t ever bothered to confirm it before.
He tore his bed apart after he had taken so much care to make the bed nicely this morning. Not finding the sticks there, he threw all of his pillows and blankets back on the bed and began tearing through the bottom cabinets of the small area they had to call a kitchen. He found things like vegetable oil, bleach, and a few other cleaners, but of course, there were no drum sticks of any kind. He was sure he had bought spares before coming on the tour, but he couldn’t even find those. Not without Petra’s help anyways. As much as he hated to face it, he was probably helpless without the manager of this fine band. Besides, even though Petra was younger, she was like a mother-figure to him. That’s probably why he liked having her around so much.
The creek of the door caught his attention rather quickly, and he turned his head, still on the floor trying to find out if the drum sticks had ended up under something. “Hey Petra!” he said, grinning from ear to ear. He stood up, dusting his pants off. Of course, the bus wasn’t particularly dirty, but he had a serious problem with being on the floor, or having any sort of dirt on his clothes after being on a floor. There was no telling what kind of organisms lived in the dirt. It sounded disgusting, and it probably was. But Ander was a neat freak. Which was probably why he was so angry at himself for losing something like drum sticks.
“I can’t find my drum sticks. I’ve looked pretty much everywhere. I know I brought them back to the bus, but I can’t exactly remember where I put them. I can’t even remember where I put the spare drum sticks that I bought before we left Florida.” He said, glancing around the bus, as if trying to locate them just by looking. He knew it would take more work than that to find them. Then again, Ander was known for going to try and find things, and missing the things that were in plain sight, but finding everything else that was hidden rather well. That’s another reason why he called Petra. He doubted she had the same exact problem. Taking care of the band, how could she possibly?
“Anyways, could you help me find them? I’m pretty sure they’re around here somewhere. I probably misplaced them. I knew I shouldn’t have brought them back to the bus. I never do. But as soon as I do……. This happens. Sorry to disturb your work.” He said, giving an apologetic smile.
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