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Post by rhilyn briar-rose whitmore; on Nov 17, 2011 0:12:54 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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Rhilyn sat outside the All That's Love bus on a blanket, her back leaning against the side of the bus. Splayed out on the ground in front of her was a well-used notebook, and various newspapers and tabloids. The latter of which she glared at with something akin to contempt. Despite the fact that she refused to give a damn what anyone thought of her she couldn't help or hide her distaste for some of the more...colorful...articles written about herself or the band. Granted, gossip and rumor-mongering came with the territory, but still...
The eighteen-year-old sighed and stretched her legs out on top of the papers, taking off her sunglasses and closing her eyes, enjoying the light breeze which tossed strands of her dark hair about. There were probably better things she could be doing with her free time - working on music, getting drunk, flirting with one of the numerous attractive young men from several of the other bands on the tour... But the truth was that Rhi just didn't have the patience or the leash on her temper to deal with most of them today.
Normally she could be among them while in one of these moods, simply keeping quiet and seemingly spacing out. But today the thought of going out there, wandering around, even stopping to chat or flirt led to a suffocating feeling pressing on her. Though she wouldn't mind a friendly face right about now, the young woman was feeling especially anti-social, wanting nothing more than to relax, maybe take a walk, make a few phone calls. Ignoring her desire to relax, Rhi began to formulate a to-do list in her mind of what she needed to do before the end of the day.
Without a doubt she would end up at the stage at some point. Nearly every chance she got, she was there. Strange as it may be, even with the success of All That's Love, and the time spent on stage, and in the front light, as the vocalist, Rhi still had stage fright up until she actually started performing. The stage could be her best friend or her fiercest enemy, and she was determined to overcome her fear. Though she had yet to let her fear overcome her, there was always that chance that, one time, it might best her, and she would forget the lyrics, or stumble onto the stage.
And so she sat, eyes closed, thoughts wandering, as the day ever so slowly progressed.
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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Nov 17, 2011 18:01:09 GMT -5
For what seemed like the billionth time in her life, everything was perfectly fine, but Aphrodite still felt a painful throb in her chest that filled her with misery. She didn’t mean to act like a storm cloud, raining on everyone’s parade as if deliberately attempting to make them as gloomy and morose as her, and she had had more than enough experiences to teach her that when she was in this sort of mood, she would inevitably bring others down with her, so the moment she woke up that morning, she already knew what her plan for the day would be. For the past few hours since she opened her eyes the first time that morning, she had done nothing more than roll around under her covers, pressing her face against her pillow and sighing even though she knew deep releases of carbon dioxide would do nothing to make her feel better.
Propping up her pillows, she reluctantly sat up and crossed her legs, hating herself for being so terribly needy and unnecessarily sad, and then she brought down her confidence a smidge more by turning away from the idea of taking her antidepressants, telling herself that her unrelenting depression had singled her out enough as some odd outcast. The memories of her younger years were painful enough without a reminder, so she attempted to reassure herself to brighten up a bit. She was on a tour, a myriad of miles away from her hometown and her high school bullies. She had fans—people who appreciated her musical abilities and defended her again slander spread by the tabloids. For them, she needed to be a little closer to normal.
With a weak resolution set in her mind, Aphy slipped out of her bed and walked over to the mirror in the tour bus, taking a look at her reflection. Her vermillion locks were a bit messy, and she looked rather bedraggled in her wrinkled, long-sleeved Tee and pyjama pants, but the outfit would have to do for now. If her memory was serving her correctly, then All That’s Love possibly had a gig later on in the day.
Crossing the threshold of the tour bus, she headed to the door and peeked outside, wondering if any of her friends-slash-band mates were around. Her eyes came to rest on the familiar figure of a dark-haired teen around her age. She stared for a moment, quietly envying the stunning beauty of Rhilyn and wishing that she had silky black locks and a desirable figure to brag about instead of being stuck with her wild, uncontrollable hair and petite figure. Shaking away those bitter thoughts, Aphy slipped through the door and approached her, taking a seat on the furthermost corner of the blanket that Rhilyn had presumably laid down to sit on when she opted for some time outside.
Offering a weak smile, Aphy gestured to the newspapers and gossip articles beneath the girl’s legs and commented, "Must be pretty bored to resort to the paparazzi for news, I guess?"
[/color][/blockquote] tag;; Rhilyn word count;; 5 0 8 muse;; Alright~ notes;; Your post was fine! I liked it. C: [/blockquote] |
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Post by rhilyn briar-rose whitmore; on Nov 20, 2011 22:30:52 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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Her brain registered the sound of the buse door opening and the soft sound of a familiar figure joining her on the blanket. But her body was slow to react as her mind wandered, making lists, and her skin soaked up the rays of sun, tingling lightly with the heat as her pale skin ever-so-slowly began to pick up a light golden coloring. "Must be pretty bored to resort to the paparazzi for news, I guess?" A small, slightly bitter smile passed quickly, for a mere second, over her lips before Rhi opened her eyes, looking through her sunglasses over to her friend and bandmate.
Rhi both respected and admired her friend, for her love of music, and her almost natural, wild beauty. And while Rhi was fiercely protective of Aphy, she was also slightly envious of her in that Rhi could not keep a leash on her temper, and thus, was a "fighter". Rhilyn and Aphrodite were as close as, if not closer than, sisters, and thus, at least on Rhi's part, there were few secrets between them. Aside from this, Rhi's distate for paparazzi and the tabloids, as well as her variety of moods, were well-known amongst... well... everyone but most especially her friends-slash-band mates.
"Morning sunshine!" the teen said, a genuine smile lighting her face. She lifted up her legs just enough to glare down at the aforementioned articles beneath them, then proceeded to bend her knees and pretend to walk all over them. Or rather, kicked at them. Yes, she had her moments. It didn't matter that this might appear somewhat childish, or as if she were throwing a tantrum, only that she wanted to physical express her dislike. "Blah! I don't know why I bothered... It almost always makes me cranky."
[/color] A light chuckle escaped her lips and her cheeks tinged a mild pink as she lifted up her fedora and ran her fingers through her dark lockes. "Well, okay, crankier than usual," she admitted, not the least bit sheepish. She rolled her eyes and threw her arms up in the air, then allowed her body to slide down the side of the bus, and slumped to the side. She just lay there in that awkward position on the blanket then rolled her head to face Aphrodite, "I'm so bored! And, Aphy, for some strange reason I am fuh-reaking out about today's show." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/center] |
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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Nov 24, 2011 4:53:31 GMT -5
At moments, Aphy questioned how she and Rhilyn ever became friends. True, they both had a passion for music, but for the most part, they were fairly different. Whereas the redhead was sheepish and often shied away from confrontations, she often viewed her dark-haired friend as someone strong and teeming with confidence. Of course, long hours of heartfelt conversations between the two told her that she should know better; Rhi had a side that lacked in confidence as well, but at the very least, she knew how to act fearless.
Feeling a familiar sense of comfort and ease due to the presence of her sister-like figure, Aphy allowed herself to relax more so than she typically did around her other friends. She maintained her distance on the blanket, but that was simply a habit of hers, presumably because keeping space between herself and others offered a defensive sort of protection that she unconsciously needed and used. However, the stiffness in her muscles melted away, and she sat back slightly, resting her weight in her arms.
The greeting she received was followed by a bright smile, and Aphy found herself admiring her friend yet again. The smile lit up her expression, and she envied that ability and the effects it had. She only ever managed tiny smiles, most of which were halfhearted or sad, and they only served to make her seem more like some sort of kicked puppy. Nevertheless, now was not a time for putting herself down with useless comparisons. She’d likely make herself bitter, and she could never take up such an attitude with any of her friends, partially because she had so few of them and partially because she treasured them far too much to let her friendships fail over her own insecurities.
The redhead couldn’t help but to allow a small giggle to escape from her lips at the sight of Rhilyn kicking at the articles. It reminded her of an angry tantrum though tantrums were probably more violent and involved more objects being thrown. Shrugging lightly, she proposed, "Maybe because gossip can be sort of fun to read about sometimes? If it’s other people, it’s pretty amusing, but if it’s us, it’s upsetting."
[/color] As an afterthought and reaction to the comment Rhi made about herself, she crossed her arms and pouted slightly, commenting, "You hardly ever seem cranky. Not to me, at least."[/color] Despite her desire to ignore the articles, she couldn’t help but to let her gaze drift over them. She recalled one recent article that she had read in passing and felt her mood plummet a bit when she recalled what it mentioned. Apparently, the paparazzi had caught sight of the various scars marring her wrists, including the one in the shape of her boyfriend’s initials. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to refer to him as an ex because though deceased, they never exactly broke up. Besides, ‘ex’ had such a negative connotation to it, like the love had faded or died, and her feelings for him still existed in her heart. Aside from his death still being a sensitive issue, she was partially ashamed of her scars because they were like a physical memento of her weakness, but they were also a private matter that she didn’t wish to discuss. It would have been like laying her heart bare for a bunch of picky strangers. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she tried to make her tone seem light and uncaring even though the words she had read did strike fairly close to home as she murmured, "I actually found myself mentioned in one of those articles. The stuff they said was really stupid, if you ask me."[/color] She watched with quiet curiosity as Rhi plopped down sideways, commenting that she was nervous about the show that the band was scheduled to perform later. Unexpectedly, no butterflies fluttered around in her stomach, and she found that she was looking forward to it. The sight of her fans always lifted her spirits, and she was never especially nervous about playing guitar in front of others. Though lacking in confidence was a trend among the things she did, music was something that she had a passion for. She was constantly practicing and going over her part, mostly because she loved the feeling of her guitar in her hands but partially because she liked the reassurance that she knew her part well. Offering a supportive smile, she replied, "Don’t worry. You’re great at what you do, and you know it. If you want, though, we can practice a little? It might make you less bored, and it’ll remind you that you have nothing to worry about."[/color][/blockquote] tag;; Rhilyn word count;; 7 8 2 muse;; Alright~ notes;; I had a random burst of muse... :'D And the article thingy that Aphy thought about was just a reference to the site's paparazzi thingy. Sorry, couldn't resist. xD [/blockquote] |
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