Post by rhilyn briar-rose whitmore; on Nov 15, 2011 4:30:40 GMT -5
RHILYN BRIAR ROSE WHITMORE, 18, ALL THATS LOVE- VOCALIST/PIANIST, STRAIGHT, ENIGMATIC Recent sent Texts: “Honestly dunno if that was male, female, or fey…” “No, seriously, it was fey-like!” “…*sigh*… supernatural? Otherworldy? Comprende?” “She just leaned up against the wall & whispered ‘hey neighbor…its your kitchen talking!’… NO. MORE. SUGAR.” “Yeah, I just elbowed him in the face. WHY? Cuz he put his stupid face by my elbow!” “I feel like im walking through willy wonka’s prostitute factory…f’real!” “You can’t pretend you don’t care it’s your birthday… that’s like a hooker pretending she’s out for a nice walk when a cop drives by…” “I dreamed I was on a boat in Cancun & dropped the keys in the water & a shark attacked me! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?!?!?!?!” “No. Not getting outta bed. Nope. Can’t make. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING OVER TO GET ME!” Recent Tweets: @rhisalie When it’s cloudy & grey out but you still wear sunglasses cuz you’re so tired the clouds seem REALLY bright -_- @rhisalie Is it possible to bruise the bottoms of your feet? If so… mine are. @rhisalie When you forget your glasses don’t actually have lenses & you’re caught staring at the hot guy in another band…Oy. @rhisalie Yes, I’m still wearing what I wore yesterday. No, still no pants. PROBLEM?! @rhisalie Being indifferent kind of feels like being a zombie… except you don’t get the urge to eat people @rhisalie If this little slut doesn’t get out of my face Ima cut ‘er throat. Whispered Words: “She never talks. She just sits there and looks out the windows! When the teachers call on her, she knows the answers, but she says it like the rest of us are stupid!” “Her glare…. Ugh, her eyes get so cold… I’d stay out of her way if I was you.” “That Rhilyn girl… ugh she is SO stuck up! She walks around like she owns the place! She thinks she’s better than us!” “Did you hear about her and that percussion teacher? The little slut seduced him and then cried rape!” Things to Know: -Rhilyn has a temper - She tends to keep to herself, or at least, doesn’t usually speak unless she has something to say -When she does speak, she speaks her mind, with no qualms about offending someone -She’s been known to get a bit wild with too much sugar -The girl enjoys a good drink, especially captain morgan -She’s observant to the point that it’s scary (pointing out things that most people don’t notice) Some truth: “I was born to Dominic and Melayne Whitmore on November the 5th on a chilly but sunny afternoon… oh, blah, blah, blah. Who cares about those details? All you need to know is that I was born, and I’m still her, and for some godforsaken reason mum and papa named me Rhilyn Briar Rose. Pretentious, yes? Briar Rose? Ugh. My friends – heavy emphasis on the friends- call me Rhi… that’s pronounced RYE, as in, EYE, with an R. Got it? “Anyway, I could bore you with all manner of details of my childhood but I know you’re probably thinking ‘spare me’, so in this case, I will. Basically, I had a great childhood. First born, only daughter, spoiled rotten. One younger brother –he’s a brat, but I still love him even when he drives me so bonkers that I want to hate him. My parents thought I’d be graceful so they put me through twelve years of dance and four years of gymnastics. It was fun-and painful- but, alas, I have no grace – I’m the clumsiest gal you’ll ever meet. Pretty sure I could trip over AIR and still end up on my face. “Mum put me through piano lessons as a kid but I quit after a month… It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, because I did, I loved it! But the teacher was, well, he was a dick, so I quit and taught myself instead. Call me cocky all you want, but the truth is, I really am amazing when I play piano. I played recitals and all that jazz, tried to learn guitar but never quite found the patience (or the right teacher) and eventually turned my eye to singing (things were getting so monotonous!). The parental found me this classical vocalist coach and I worked with him for about a year before we, uh, went our separate ways. Classical is all well and good but it’s just not my style. “The fam thought I was too much of a dreamer (and thereby a longer) so I was pretty much forced (yes, kicking and screaming) to hang out with kids of some of their friends’. I dreaded it, at first (I usually hate girls and plenty of guys have seen my temper unleashed) but eventually we hit it off (I mean, we HAD kind of grown up together). I think the turning point was when we discovered our shared love and passion for music. “We started up this band, and honestly, I’d be lost without him. Maybe that’s cliché but high school is tough enough without the excess drama in our personal lives and relationships. I suppose I should explain… but only this once! I fell in love when I was 16, and yes, I know, you’re thinking, what does a 16-year-old know of love. But you can just stuff it, okay? I fell in love with an older man. A teacher, actually. Well, sort of. He was the percussion teacher at our school; just 22, recently out of college, gorgeous. He had that whole bad boy vibe going on –piercings, tattoos, etc. When I want something or someone, I go after it. And so I did. And I won. What did I care about the age difference or the morality of it? It didn’t matter. I loved him, he loved me, the end. Or so I thought. “Secret, illicit relationships suck. No, really, they do. I was madly in love and I wanted the world to know but I couldn’t tell anyone… And then my world came crashing down, when my 17-year-old self came back from tour with the band (and of course giddy as a school girl on an adrenaline high from the success and “love”) and discovered that I was NOT the only student MY man had “loved”. Foolish. Foolish and heartbroken. Hope he rots in prison the dirty little sc…. Anyway… “I was a mess for weeks. But I made myself a promise not to trust unless proven trustworthy and not to give my love freely… never again. In fact, I’d rather not love at all. “But that was a year ago and now I’m eighteen and we (the band) are on this wild adventure. Papa’s disappointed, of course, and still hoping (in vain) that I’ll find some more suitable career, whilst mum has been more than supportive. But for the most part, I’ve withdrawn from them. Neither of them really get it. Maybe you don’t either. Hmm… Well. I’m fairly certain some of the other bands and whatnot here do (or will) think I’m haughty, but if I have nothing to say why should I speak?” AYEE, 22, PM |
