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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Nov 17, 2011 19:30:10 GMT -5
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[/div] it's only a matter of time green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries
Though most people would be fairly grouchy after a hectic day filled with nothing but writing and rewriting one's signature over and over again for hours while listening to the loud buzz of conversation while being overwhelmed by several questions from eager fans, Aphrodite found that it actually brightened her mood a little. She was rather used to people disliking her, and her constant self-reminder that she was far from charismatic only contributed to her belief that she was the type of girl who was hard to get along with. To see such a number of strangers act so excited and happy to see her gave her a little glimmer of reassurance that perhaps she wasn't as terrible as she told herself she was.
After what seemed like hours—pleasant hours, she wanted to add—Aphy was booted from her seat from the autograph table to go take a break. It would be terrible if the lead guitarist of All That's Love ended up with carpal tunnel because she was too insistent on continuing to scribble her name on pictures of herself and other types of slips of paper or books and sometimes shirts or even skin. Unless she had suddenly developed the unique ability to play guitar with her toes, then it was a fairly bad idea for her to strain her hands too much. She offered an apologetic smile when she saw the crestfallen expressions on the faces of her fans followed by groans of disappointment and reluctantly left the singing table. She quietly swore to herself that if she was approached, then she would act friendly, though to be completely honest, she was pretty sure that she would find some place to hide out and wait until she could get back to autographing again.
It was a bit ironic that socializing was a weakness of Aphy's when one considered she was onstage on a daily basis, in front of hundreds and possibly even thousands of fans, displaying her talent in playing guitar. There was so much pressure not to mess up and make a fool of herself in front of people who admired her musical ability, thus letting down the friends who were relying on her to play with nearly perfect accuracy. However, music had always been a strength of hers, and it was possibly the only thing she could confidently do. She had a habit of spending hours practicing her part until the melody was nearly imprinted in the crevices of her mind, and she never felt it to be an obligation due to her unwavering love for music.
A tiny smile graced her face as she recalled a newer song she had been rehearsing lately, and she hummed the beat, lips quietly whispering the lyrics, feet leading her to skillfully weave through crowds, eyes not recognizing any familiar faces. Perhaps she wasn't the lead singer of her band, but that certainly didn't mean that she couldn't sing. Her experience with music had helped her tune her ears to hear accurate intonation, and her soft, soprano voice was a pleasant sound, but she loved her guitar just as much, if not more.
aislin. 526. sorry for the sucky starter post. x.x [tr][cs=2] [/td][/tr][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by aislin 'ricky' alvilda; on Nov 18, 2011 11:13:03 GMT -5
Aislin watched the band she was with, and other bands sign and smile, take pictures with fans and even hug a few of them. a slight pang of jealousy coursed through her, she wanted to be like that, up on stage, singing her heart out and shredding her guitar. This provoked a sigh and she left the spot where she was standing, thinking to herself. She could sing, she learned how to play guitar and has been playing it since she was nine, yet she never even thought about joining a band. Besides, she was great with a makeup brush...it was probably her calling anyways. Being the passive person she was, she just accepted that she would be working with makeup for the rest of her career life. That and she didn't really have that competitive drive that her sister had. Ivy would make it, Aislin wouldn't. plain and simple.
She felt a little bit of anxiety squeeze her chest as she started walking through the crowd, biting her lip, she didn't like crowds, they made her VERY nervous. She nearly screamed out loud when someone bumped in to her and a hand grazed her bum, making her anxiety jump through the roof. Her palms started to sweat a little as she played with the cuffs of her sweater, hearing a group of people walk by exitedly "Hurry up I wanna get a picture with the girls from With your friends!" One man said to another, rushing past Aislin so fast that she nearly fell over from the gust of wind that they had kicked up. "M-men" She muttered to herself, picking up her dignity and walking towards the busses, nearly getting bowled over again by more exited fanatics.
She was annoyed, and didn't understand what their issues were, honestly, it didn't make any sense to her whatsoever. not that it really mattered, her opinion didn't really matter, what with her being a makeup artist. She felt the cold feeling of envy grip her for a moment, and she sighed, wanting it to pass and leave, she didn't need to be feeling this way, did she? Aislin shook her head and continued to walk along, still feeling rather envious and tired. She squeaked when she bumped in to someone, backing away and looking down at her feet.
"Oh I'm sorry...I didn't mean to bump in to you" She murmured, looking up once and immediately recognized who she was talking to. "I...uh....please don't have me fired..." She murmured, her tone soft
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[/color] clicky CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS without you - my darkest days NOTES Bleh, sucky post, sorry D: WORD COUNT really unsure [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Dec 8, 2011 0:05:48 GMT -5
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[/div] it's only a matter of time green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries
As the submissive and soft-spoken type, Aphrodite was used to being the one who would apologize profusely over even the smallest of matters. It wasn’t as if she were a pacifist, but she lacked the strength and will to argue; any flame to fuel her anger had long since been snuffed out by her classmates from her high school years. The mention of that part of her past still made her cringe from fear and displeasure. She still remained reluctant to return to school even though all she had left was her senior year, and that was rumoured to be the most enjoyable because the main focus was appearing on the social scene and standing out as a socialite. Prom and graduation were supposed to be things she looked forward to, but any enthusiasm she may have felt had long since sizzled away into nothingness. It was reasonable to say that at one point in her life, she wouldn’t have minded attending prom, mostly because she wanted to go with her boyfriend. Since his death, it felt like doing so would be unbearable; she would be by herself, and then she would have to face those scrutinizing, judging looks indirectly mocking at her loneliness. She was fragile enough as it was without any unnecessary cruelty directed her way.
One might point out that because of Aphy’s newfound fame as All That’s Love’s lead guitarist, her reputation would have inevitably improved, but she doubted it. She could just imagine it now: she would return and hope that people would at least leave her be, but they would transform her joy at her involvement in music into something that she loathed and dreaded. Using music to make others smile was the equivalent of her lifeline, and she simply could not lose it.
Before she could ponder any more, she heard a few shouts of glee and glanced toward the direction of the sound, a noticeable smile forming on her lips as she took in the sight of a group of her fans. They waved at her energetically, and she returned the gesture in her calm manner. She wished she knew how to convey the extent to which her gratitude extended in regards to their support, but this would have to do for now. There was a certain satisfaction that blossomed in the base of her heart resulting from a dim pleasure that there were people who considered her worthy enough that they would deliberately scan through the other faces in the surrounding vicinity to find her. Of course, her vermillion hair was a rather unique hue that made her stick out like a sore thumb, but that didn’t dampen her mood much.
Sidestepping, she was very nearly run over by a group of men who were gesticulating excitedly. Aphy wasn’t sure what they were blathering about, but she picked up that it had something to do with With Your Friends. A sardonic look briefly flashed through her eyes as she recalled who they were. Though she didn’t envy them in the least bit for their reputation for being promiscuous, she found that she did wish she had the sort of sex appeal they didn’t. Of course, she could deal without having those sorts of men chasing after her, so she supposed she didn’t really mind.
Despite having dodged that group, she felt a bump at her side as someone else ran into her. She opened her mouth, prepared to apologize for her clumsiness, but she was cut off by an apology. That was a first. The girl that stood before her seemed shy and out of place in the rowdiness, and something about the way she held herself reminded Aphy slightly of her own mannerisms. With a forgiving smile, she murmured gently, "It’s alright. It was just an accident. Those happen all the time." The mention of being fired surprised the redhead and implied that the blue-haired girl was a staff for one of the bands on tour. To reassure her, she added, "I wouldn’t get you fired! I could never do anything like that."
aislin. 683. your post was fine! I liked it! c: [tr][cs=2] [/td][/tr][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by aislin 'ricky' alvilda; on Dec 21, 2011 14:15:40 GMT -5
Aislin still found that winding her way through the hordes of people made her uneasy, like someone was going to sneak a quick grope at her bottom or tear her bustier. She wouldn't dare be scandalized like that, she was mortally afraid of being stuck in magazines and such, not wanting to be the center of attention, she often played sick on days when people interviewed the staff. Of course she didn't really know what to think of reporters, she was barely educated on the subject, and she didn't want to be at all. Aislin figured she didn't need to be since she was never giving autographs or part of anyone's interest.
Again the little pang of jealousy was back, enough to make her cringe just slightly and shake her head, trying to get rid of the feeling. She didn't want to feel jealous, the people who were in the bands and on tour had worked hard for this...save for the girls of 'With your friends' Aislin suspected that they had slept their way to the top and had no business here with the other bands. However, she kept her opinion to herself, nobody liked a chatty girl at all, or at least, that was what she was raised to believe. Girls were meant to be quiet and reserved, not speak unless spoken to. Aislin fought that with a burning passion, it was her right as a human being to have her opinion be heard and her feelings matter. When she had bumped in to the girl she felt immediately guilty and nearly leapt at the chance to apologize.
Aislin gave one slow nod "Y-yes they do....I'm sorry I disrupted your train of thought" She murmured, backing up a little to give the red haired girl a bit more room to breathe, not that she had told the Swedish girl to move, nor had she expressed any hostility towards her, but Aislin thought that it would be better if she wasn't smushed up against the girl's side like a parasite. Aislin's eyes lit up at her comment and she smiled "Really? Oh thank-you so much! I couldn't handle being fired...I love working with the band too much" She murmured, her tone almost inaudible amongst the hordes of panicking and screaming fans. She really didn't know what to say after that, after all, she was a little but of a silent girl.
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[/color] clicky CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS without you - my darkest days NOTES Muse died halfway through the first paragraph, I'm sorry D: WORD COUNT 401 [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote] |
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Post by aphrodite lynn emmahaust; on Dec 24, 2011 4:23:07 GMT -5
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[/div] it's only a matter of time green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries
As expected, Aphy had a fairly good idea of what it was like to fear losing one’s dream job. It was hard to believe that not too long ago she hadn’t really had any musical aspirations. True, she loved music, but being the pessimist she was, she never expected she would get anywhere with it. That wasn’t to say she had no faith in All That’s Love’s capabilities, but it was simply too hard to dream that a band from a small town located in the middle of nowhere could ever become anything more than a collection of memories she would someday nostalgically look back upon. Now the band’s accomplishments had surpassed her expectations by far, and she was happy about it. She got to escape that loathsome high school that had tormented her for so long, and there weren’t constant reminders of poignant memories everywhere she turned. Even though it was just temporary, she was able to escape thoughts of the bullying she had faced and the person who she had lost whenever she was onstage and just playing her heart out.
To a certain extent, she supposed the bands on tour were really competing to see who could attract the largest fan base, but Aphy found that it was hard to really rank the bands when their styles were so different. Each had a unique sound, and she respected the hard work that others put into making their dreams become a reality. Unlike them, she had always been hopeless. Many had a tendency to disrespect the girls in With Your Friends, and she found that it was often uncalled for. There were rumours circulating that they slept their ways into showbiz, but sex appeal could only get people so far. Maybe it got them places with lusty higher ups in charge of planning, but it couldn’t possibly get them far with their fans; only talent could get people to support them, and there was no denying that people enjoyed the music they produced.
The blue-haired girl stepped away, and Aphy took a moment to admire the flawless hue of her locks. Her own hair was a vermillion red, but it seemed so bland compared to that unconventional colour. It would have been easy to dye her hair, but she didn’t have the nerve nor the confidence to pull off something that would attract attention. With a small, forgiving smile, she murmured, “Don’t worry. I wasn’t really thinking about anything. More like just observing.” She noticed the way the girl’s expressions brightened when she was reassured that her occupation was safe, and words followed to confirm the redhead’s observation. “Which band do you work for? Not to sound nosy, but I’m sort of curious. There’s always so many different faces around here that it’s hard to keep track.” Not to mention she had poor socializing skills as it was, so she never really got the chance to become familiar with all those who were a part of the tour.
aislin. 500. no worries~ we all have those moment. ^^ [tr][cs=2] [/td][/tr][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by aislin 'ricky' alvilda; on Jan 25, 2012 13:05:45 GMT -5
Aislin smiled at her brightly "What were you thinking about?" She asked, giving her head a small little tilt,making her look like a child. Aislin admired her hair colour, the rich red it was brought out her eyes and made her look gorgeous. As compared to her own unconventional blue hair that stood out and commanded the attention of others, Aislin was thinking of colouring her hair black soon, thinking that softer beauty was better then standing out too much.
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