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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 28, 2010 19:56:56 GMT -5
  "Jeez, Santa never asked for anything in return except for us to be good, so I mean... are you technically even allowed to be asking for something back?" She grinned, bobbing her head towards the door. Lana of course was going to give him the interview. That was what he'd come for, no? "If you come with me, I'll give you an all access interview. You can ask me whatever'd you like." She nodded, smiling as she opened the door to the tour bus, letting sunshine spill into the quiet bus.
"And to answer your last question, the onyl time i was in a song was as backing vocals in our song "Stars." I mirror Grant's voice, and at the end I ghost his vocals." She nodded surely, jumping down from the bus to the dusty ground. "Now let's go!" she called with a laugh. was he becoming frustrated with her? Surely, surely. But that wasn't her concerned. He'd asked for an interview, and Lana had agreed. If that was one thing to count on, it was Lana's word. If she said she'd do something, she did it no matter what. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she then proceeded to pull her hair up in a ponytail.
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 28, 2010 20:41:09 GMT -5
Danny joined the odd girl, after returning his various gadgets to his pockets. It occurred to him, once he was outside the bus, that he might have rather to put his hands in his pockets. He made a mental note to do something about a bag as soon as he returned to his motel room.
He came alongside his new companion, yet again giving her a hard once-over. In the sunlight her radiance might have outshone her charm. He ordered his mind to travel elsewhere, taking further mental detail on her clothing, the way she walked, her body language.
"So there are some great bands on this tour, but they're all still babies in the music scene. If you could go on tour -- or just be a guest drummer -- for one big band, which would you say it would be?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 28, 2010 21:04:58 GMT -5
"Wow...that's a tough question." Lana said rather seriously, biting her lip. There were plenty of bands this girl was a fan of - Paramore, Mayday Parade..."Well, actually. My friend Luke's band is pretty big now. Lostprophets, if you've heard of them." She smiled, taking in the warmth of the sun. "I'd love one day for can you find me to open for them, or even for me to go guest drum for them. I should probably try and get in contact with him..." Her arms fell to her side, her left hand tapping out the lostprophet's song Last Train Home on her side now that she thought about it. She looked at him, eyes squinting in the sun. Damnit, she'd forgotten her sunglasses.
"What about you? I mean, do you play any instruments or write music or anything?" She was curious to know. Lana enjoyed meeting all types of people who had different talents in the different fields of creativity, and while she could see that writing was one of his since he was doing these interviews, maybe he did something secretly like her singing. Well...really, Lana's singing wasn't a secret to a lot of people. You could catch her singing to herself at anytime. It was a mystery to her fans though, who knew she could sing but didn't have anything recorded except ghostly vocals in one song.
They were making their way towards the concession stand, which luckily weren't filled by hungry fans because the gates weren't even open yet. To be honest, Lana wasn't even hungry. She had just wanted to drag Danny here out of the bus.
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 28, 2010 22:28:53 GMT -5
"Piano," Danny confided, producing his wallet as they drew near to to the concessions. "And some other stuff. You know. Experimenting." What was about to happen was out of his control, not matter what message it sent to this girl who he refused to flirt with. Any of Danny's former lovers knew exactly how far from 'gentleman' he could wander, but, somehow, this part of his upbringing held true. He couldn't allow her to pay for what ever it was she intended to purchase. His mother would twist his ear. "--What're you having?" He glanced up at the menu. He hadn't eaten yet in the day, but he'd never been one for routine consumption. Maybe just a coffee. |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 29, 2010 1:57:35 GMT -5
Lana stared at him, wide-eyed. He was going to pay for her? But he barely even knew her...she let a small smile curve into the corner of her mouth and she stared straight ahead at the little menu on top of the stand, to keep from turning three shades of red. "Well, if you're looking to eat I heard the chicken sandwich is pretty good. Don't go for the pizza though, trust me. Tastes like cardboard." Lana made a face then grinned, leaning her elbows on the counter, lifting her body a few inches off the ground. The cashier smiled at them, and Lana grinned back, before deciding. "How about the chicken fingers, with a coke slushi? And make sure you put some extra fries in my basket." She laughed, reaching into her back pocket to produce a little badge the musicians got to differentiate them from the fans. It served almost as a credit card around the venues - they got a certain amount of privileges, like two free meals a day.
Looking back at Dan, she shook her head and smiled at him. "Put your money away. You can save it for tonight, when you take me out for a burger and milkshakes." She nodded surely, pulling now her whole body onto the counter, sitting atop it. "You up for it?"
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 29, 2010 18:03:24 GMT -5
Dan paid for his coffee, taking the Styrofoam cup of brown water -- literally brown water. No taste and little caffeinated relief -- in exchange for $1.50. "Are you usually this forward with potential dates, or is it only with concert staff?" He couldn't believe her brass. He sipped from the coffee, which was scalding -- was it some sort of conspiracy? -- and watched the drummer-girl's food prepared.
He had done well in the past several weeks with staying away from relationships with women on the tour. It was poor conduct and bait for a disaster. This girl was undeniably pretty, though, and, despite the voice in the back of his head that screamed 'don't be foolish!', he was attracted to her. The temptation to take her up on something innocent like burgers and milkshakes -- who the hell did that anymore, anyway? -- was nagging. |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 29, 2010 18:54:51 GMT -5
"Wait, is this question on or off the records?" She grinned, fingers gripping the edge of te counter she was presently sitting on. Shrugging, Lana thought about the question. Let's see... Back in high school when Lana had crushed on Grant... was she just as forward as well? Most likely, though those memories were vague. She did remember her being the first to hold his hand and things of that nature... but no, Grant had been the most outgoing one who'd gone after her. The song they had written together - Stars, which was presently one of their popular songs - was actually written about how they'd gone out and the things that had gone on. "Off the record, I don't usually go after guys. Not to sound stuck up or anything like they chase me, but I just... go with the flow." She shrugged. "And what do you mean potential date? You're definitely taking me out tonight. But I guess you could say I have a thing for concert staff." She laughed. While her only real relationship had been with Grant, a few guys she'd kissed or hooked up with were mostly those associated in the music business. Was that bad? Oops.
As the cashier whipped out her food, she jumped off the counter, giving an apologetic smile to the guy who didn't seem to mind anyway. "Ketchup, please?" She asked politely before she was ready, grabbing up the basket and drink. "Onwards." She stated to Daniel, sliding into the small tables that were scattered around the concessions area.
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 29, 2010 20:00:48 GMT -5
Daniel plucked his glasses off the bridge of his nose, rubbing them at the fabric on his shirt with one hand as he followed her on her mission. "You'll be on for your set soon, right?" He'd tag along for some photo ops, maybe. It sounded like he had no choice in the matter. Forceful women were a piss-off outside of the bedroom, but Daniel had no trouble imagining what she'd look like curled up on the coverlet of the bed in his motel room.
Milkshakes and hamburgers it was, then. "And what time would I be picking you up for this adventure?" |
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Post by LANA LEIGH PAYNE on Nov 29, 2010 20:17:59 GMT -5
Slipping her phone out of her pocket gingerly, Lana nodded. "In about an hourish. We're meeting up at the bus anyway, so we'll be set." Besides, she was going to definitely finish up her food before she was in a rush to do anything. Lana ripped off a piece of chicken, daubbing it in ketchup before plopping it in her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. Lana sipped a refreshing gulp out of the straw, thinking about his other question.
"Well, we have signings at around 2 at the merch tent. What about around five, you pick me up at our hotel? It's the Days Inn right down the street." She nodded with a smile, peering up at him. "Sound good?"
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Post by DANIEL AMADEUS JONES on Nov 29, 2010 21:02:42 GMT -5
"Like I have a choice." Daniel tried again with the too-hot coffee, burning his lower lip. Balls. He sucked the injured lip into his mouth, running his tongue over the unhappy patch of skin. Fine. 5:00, he'd submit himself to this woman for a few hour, and see what came of it.
"If that's the case, maybe I'll finish this business with you later. I've gotta go rent a tux now." His tone was dry, but he couldn't help but feel a tremor of intrigue. Who knew? Maybe they'd indulge in breakfast, too. |
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