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Post by nicholas robert harlow; on Nov 24, 2011 12:44:13 GMT -5
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] To say Nick was addicted to coffee was a slight understatement. It seemed to be a pivotal part of his routine - nay, his life (Overstatement, he was sure that there were more important things that coffee in his life, but still). When he woke up, he had to have a cup of the stuff, black, to wake him up. If he was working in the office that particular day, during his breaks, he would be found beside the coffee machine, adding milk to his coffee and sighing in relief that they had not run out of his beloved caffeine source. If he was out and about, he had to make sure the local coffee was up to standard. He didn't care about packaging, as long as it tasted good and it kept him going. He had no idea why. He hadn't even liked coffee in his younger years, but as he had become more business orientated, he had started to find that most people drank the stuff. He had merely adapted.
Now, though, he was downtown; one could almost say he was wandering around the city. He didn't always come down to check on the bands, sure that they could handle themselves (although judging by some of the press coverage, he could be wrong). But he liked to drop in every now and then, ensure that they were still alive and not getting their stomachs pumped, maybe give them a bit of news about interviews or photoshoots or if they would have some gig after the warped tour. After all, it was his job to make sure they always had things to do and stayed in the public eye while he stayed out of the way.
He spotted what he had been looking for since he had stepped foot out of the hotel, and smiled to himself. It was a big place, and he had, no doubt, found a coffee place. He crossed the road (looking both ways, obviously - it would be really unfortunate to get hit by a car right now), entered, and ordered a simple black coffee, glancing around in what could be called an objectively curious manner. After all, he didn't know these people at all, but he often wondered about them, in the way that most people wondered if the person who was studying alone in the corner was going to pass their subjects if they insisted on sleeping on their books. Accepting the coffee from the bored teen and passing her the correct amount of change so he didn't have to stand around for much longer, he made a beeline for a seat beside the window. He had a magazine in the other hand and he flicked it open to a recent article about DJ Gross, some interview of theirs. He didn't read very often, didn't have the patience to live with the moving words and letters, but he tried, and anyway, he needed to look serious as he considered his next moves for the band.
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is it hilariously open-ended? maybe.
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Post by brendon on Nov 28, 2011 15:13:31 GMT -5
------------------drink the poison lightly'cuz there are deeper and darker things than youi know 'cuz i've been there tooi know it might seem frightening------------------Brendon never had been one to stick around in one place; he felt cooped up in the bus and wanted to just go for a walk or something. So he did just that. He grabbed his flourescent green bass case and slung it over his shoulder (it had his bass in it, of course) before leaving the bus. He went no where without his bass unless he knew he'd be back at the bus soon. It wasn't like he didn't have others, but it was his favourite and had been the first instrument he played not owned by his high school.
The crowds didn't bother him as he walked through the streets, heading downtown. Really, Brendon had just picked a random direction and started walking, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets, his hat pulled low to shade his eyes. It wasn't really needed because people were starting to recognise him due to the green case he carried everywhere with him, but still, it seemed to help keep people away, whatever their intentions.
He looked up as he smelt coffee, and paused outside the coffee shop before deciding he might as well go in and sit down for a bit, have a drink or two. The place was full, though - not crowded, but every table was occupied by at least one person and he glanced around at everyone in case someone was about to get up and go, but no one was. Luckily, he spotted a friendly face - the manager of DJ Gross, Nicholas Harlow, was on his own over to one side, reading something that looked like a magazine, open to the page of the DJ Gross' interview. Brendon went over, hesitant about disturbing the other man.
"Uh, hey... Mind if I sit here?" he asked, standing beside the empty seat opposite Nicholas, a steaming cup of vanilla coffee in his hand.
------------------to have the world fall apart right under your shoestrust me, you'll make it through------------------
words;; 312
lyrics;; I'm Not The One by 3OH!3
final notes;; it's a bit short, but it's over the minimum.
credits;; made by megaru. don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.
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Post by nicholas robert harlow; on Dec 1, 2011 12:52:42 GMT -5
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
Nick glanced up quickly at the sound of someone's voice, certain that he wanted to appear attentive and courteous as opposed to rude and ignorant. There was something akin to, for a moment, a calculating look in his eye, but it soon passed, and was replaced by what could have been mistaken for calculating, but was merely appraising. His first thought, after all, had been, Who is this? and then had begun the mental searching before the name Brendon Brown came to mind. Nick made it his business to know drama that might surround his band, and other names cropped up alongside DJ Gross, on ocassion. In this case, it was the story he'd been told a few months ago, that Ever Since We Met, one of those infinitely popular bands with the teen-friendly lyrics and the males who appeared to be so 'hawt', had suffered the loss of their bassist, and replaced him with the young man in front of him. His general thought was that Brendon didn't seem too bad, not rude or unclean or anything that would make Nick wish he had not come here for the coffee, and thus, Nick would have no problems associating with him. The smile that came onto his face was a cross between one of triumph, and one of open friendliness.
"Of course not, go right ahead," he said, glancing at the seat as though he had only just realised that it was a table for two, and pulling the magazine back in what one might think was a gesture of general respect for other people's space as if he was making room for Brendon to sit. The move itself was simple, but Nick was all about first impressions, and he would be hard-pushed to find a way to appear on the bassist's good side otherwise, or rather, see the boy again (because Nick also knew that most of that bands on tour were younger than him, had more money, but he was probably far happier). "I was just ... ah ... reading," he said, with a vaguer gesture still to the rock magazine on the table in front of him. He looked less like someone you'd normally find in a coffeehouse, and more like the manager he was pretending to be; after all, Nick was not a businessman, really, more of an actor, but he put his skills to good use. He had no idea why he was so insistent on reading this text, or, at least, gleaning some information about the band. He was sure he could call Nana or Javier, demand to know what had happened, and he thought they might be able to give him an essay on what had happened in their lives that might cause scandal without even trying. The problem was what the media picked up on, and what everyone thought of the band that worried him more, but at this point, he doubted that views of them could get any worse - although, granted, he might end up jinxing it.
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WHY IS THIS POST SO SHORT, OMG.
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Post by brendon on Dec 2, 2011 12:39:05 GMT -5
------------------drink the poison lightly'cuz there are deeper and darker things than youi know 'cuz i've been there tooi know it might seem frightening------------------
------------------to have the world fall apart right under your shoestrust me, you'll make it through------------------
words;;
lyrics;; I'm Not The One by 3OH!3
final notes;; la de la de la. This post is so incomplete, gawdd
credits;; made by megaru. don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.
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