HART, vienna lorelei

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VIENNA LORELEI HART, 21, WITH YOUR FRIENDS – LEAD VOCALIST, STRAIGHT, SHAMELESS [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em;background-image:url(http://www.hv-designs.co.uk/tutorials/webdesign_layout9/wood.jpg), width 400px; height: 400px;] inhale to the top of my lungs like you're dying for this... The name's Vienna Hart, Vie for short. Some people call me fun, others call me an irresponsible whore. Me? I like to think of myself as a girl who's proud of who she is and can live it up. I'm pretty good company, if I do say so myself. That's not saying I'm perfect, but I'm freakin' amazing. If you're looking for for a confidence boost or something to make your blood hum, look for me. I can sweet talk most people, and I'm always up for some old fashioned fun. The big thing is just that you shouldn't trust me with secrets. I'm comfortable with who I am and I don't care what people think of how I act because there's nothing wrong with being myself instead of being some sort of fake. In other words, I won't keep your secrets. Quite frankly, I feel like the whole secrets thing is overrated. Sure, some things are private, but if you're touchy about them, then don't be loose lipped and keep it to yourself. Don't leave your boyfriend around me either because if he's good looking, then I reserve all rights to fucking him. I'm not to be blamed if a chick couldn't be bothered to keep an eye on her man, and as far as I'm concerned, everyone's up for grabs. love me, l-love me crazy, but don't get too attached, this is a brink affair... If it's not obvious enough, I'll clarify now. I like to sleep around, and I'll do it with anyone I damn well please. I'm not going to go overboard and say I'm a sex symbol or anything, but I'm hot, and I know it. I guess I'd say kudos to the couples that actually last and are fully committed to one another, but how often do you see that? And really, I guess I don't make it any better when I deliberately hit on taken men because it's fun to wreck a relationship. The only couples I stay far away from are those in sinking ships, and that's just because the people involved get way too emotional way too easily. I just want a good time with no strings attached. It's obvious that I tend to wreck my own relationships as well, but for the most part, it never breaks my heart much, if at all. If a guy walks away from me, then I'll live. Who knows though. Maybe someday there will be a guy who knows that I don't settle down easily, and he'll be willing to be patient around me. I won't die if I don't have a boyfriend though. Like I said, I like men, I like a good time, and to be honest, I live for attention. Call me an attention whore if you want. we'll be young forever 'til forever stops... I'm not asking for your pity or anything when I talk about my past. Honestly, my life wasn't bad, but it definitely wasn't the best either. Like, I think that what I went through would make most girls go crying to someone, but I knew how to deal with the things that came my way and never really learned how to get emotionally attached to things, so it was easy to get over things. My younger sister had it so much better because Grandma was all like, ‘No way you’re corrupting another kid! I’d taking custody of her!’ Thanks, really. I love the way you care. So, you know the saying that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? That applied to my parents. Dad was never home and wasted money gambling and hooking up with random chicks off the streets. In the occasions he was home, he would try so hard to act like a good daddy, and really, the act didn't cut it with me. Sure, I bought that he cared for the first years of my life, but it all got old quick. There's only so much lying I can take before I'm fed up with it, you know? If he honestly cared, then he would have been home more. Mom was just as bad. She figured, if Dad was cheating, then why couldn't she? If I knew better as a kid, I would've told her that she couldn't act like him because if she wanted her beloved daughter to turn out to be a decent person, then she would be a good influence. She wasn't, of course. She went out partying at least three times a week, and she had a nasty habit of sinking her claws into guys that were taken. Not exactly the type of thing you want your kid picking up as a skill, but it's not like she was ever around often enough to see how I was growing. Her days were spent being a wannabe workaholic and her nights were spent getting trashed out of her mind. So as expected, I picked up my parents' habits. When getting straight A's and being star of the tennis and soccer teams didn't work, I figured some bad behavior might make them look at me and really see that I exist. I dropped my extracurriculars and started learning guitar first. Throughout middle school, I prowled the hallways flirting with guys who were taken especially because I knew they were taken. I thought that if they could make their girlfriends happy, then I wanted to get a piece of that joy. I was the one who deserved pity and attention because my parents were always too busy with themselves to notice that they had a kid to raise. If they wouldn't give me what I wanted, then I wanted to get people to look at me through other methods. They weren't the only people I knew, though I guess they did help in teaching me how to steal boyfriends. Kudos to their wonderful parenting. till the break of dawn, party on my lawn... I really slipped into the wild child role easily, but I didn't get away with everything I did for long, as expected. A few incidences of boyfriend theft was okay, but once it hit the double digits, I became the school whore. This is probably the part where someone thinks 'Cue the waterworks.' Not for me though. I figured, well if that's what they thought of me, then I can just do whatever I want. My reputation couldn't possibly get worse. I was right. It couldn't. As soon as I hit high school, all that mattered was partying and having fun, and my parents never noticed how my grades fell or how I started dressing less like a good girl. I was having fun with living life in the fast lane until the night I decided to get in a car full of drunkards, them driving of course. Tires screeching, burnt plastic, metal, and the scent of blood. Shrieks and the feel of fear. That was all I knew, and when I woke up in a hospital, that was when family life changed. It was a real eye-opener for my parents, who realized a little too late that it was time they grew up and acted like adults and parents. Next you know it, we’re in New Jersey, where I took up singing so I could blend in easier and sort of snatch the spotlight as a new girl. Surprisingly, I started to really love it, but the people I would hang around freaked my parents out so badly that they shipped me off to a school in Florida to live with my grandparents and younger sister. No biggie. So for a little while, I was seventeen and surrounded by old people and attending school with prissy, rich girls. Fun. My parents didn't think I could possibly get into trouble when I was away from a place were toddlers practically hot high off of meth. Partially true. I wasn't as bad, but I was still the girl who wanted love and attention and the spotlight, but not from them. I didn't want their attention only after a near-death experience, but I wasn't so bad as to purposely make them miserable over their mistakes, so I just focused on singing. It really grew on me. only yesterday was the time of our lives, we were born and raised in a summer haze... So, yeah. Here's that part we were all anticipating. Gasp, she's experiencing her first love! Yeah, gotta love how fucked up things can end up when you don't do stuff right. It began when I got a gig at this little night club I frequented. I flirted like hell with the manager to get what I wanted, and it was worth it. That’s when I met Tyler. For the longest time, I would swoon over him and think he was the love of my life. Next I know it, we wake up in my bed. Great. But no biggie, since it wasn't like I was some saintly virgin. But it was the shit that happened afterwards that really made me think that life could really throw some curve balls. I found out I was pregnant. I told my parents first, and they demanded I go back to Jersey. My relationship with Tyler lasted for a little longer than two weeks, and then I just stood by and watched as we fell apart. Aside from some bitterness over the unexpected pregnancy, I also knew that he would sort of demand that I have the baby because guys don't know shit about how it feels to puke every so often and have an aching back and swollen ankles, all because of some microscopic leech in my body. I wanted to get an abortion without him knowing but winded up calling weeks later when I realized he had a right to know. In the end, the whole abortion idea just flew out the window because it was too late for me to get one anyway. Well, fuck it. I'll be a damn good mother. I'll be what my own mother wasn't. i'm never coming back, never going back there again... Long story short, I was back in New Jersey. I'd really like to say that I reverted back to my old self and settled down with some nice guy, but I never did. I got into a custody battle with Tyler over Dylan, but once he up and vanished off the face of the earth, I automatically won custody. He had a really good point about me being a mother though. You can accuse me of being a bad mother and all sorts of shit because I still party and sleep around, but the one thing I do know is that after having him, I started to realize that it was time I got off my ass and started being independent. I needed to do stuff for myself because there was no way I could raise a kid right if I was still mooching off of Mommy and Daddy for money, and next I knew it, I landed myself the position as the lead singer of With Your Friends. Yes, we're all a bunch of whores, and that's precisely why Dylan isn't allowed to watch me or listen to me sing ever. Maybe I'm not innocent, but my son should be. It took a bit of time, but I adjusted my lifestyle so that my bad habits of careless drug use ended. I started drinking less and stopped smoking except for the occasional cigarette maybe once in a blue moon, and I swore to myself and promised him that I would be around in time to wish him a goodnight and bid him a good morning. That's why the decision to go on tour really fucked me over. It was a good opportunity because I wanted fame and fortune, but more importantly, I needed a job that could support both me and him. I nearly killed myself over angsting over it, but in the end, my parents and I agreed that I needed to get out there and get some experience. With Dylan, I felt a surprisingly large amount of guilt over having to leave, but I compromised my promise to him and said that even if I wasn't there in person, I would call every morning and night to say that I love him and miss him and hope that he has a nice day. He's five now, and he's pretty smart for a little boy. I'm proud of him. My parents try to make it to my gigs so that I can see him daily and cuddle him and remind him that I might suck as a mom for not being around all the time, but I really do genuinely love him. All in all, I'm a washout who no one should ever give two shits about, but there's only one thing I would give my life for, and that's my son. I might not be able to teach him everything a dad could, but the lesson I can pass to him is to be proud of yourself and just love yourself for who you are. So for all the people out there cursing me out for what I am: a big fuck you to you too. PIXIE, OLD, PM/IM

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