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Post by adrian on Nov 7, 2011 18:55:22 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 412 WORDS FOR KATY
a bit of a fail post, sorry about that. x3
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DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]He was grinning like an idiot, but he didn't care. He was in a good mood, and not afraid to hide it. Why? He was comfortably placed on stage, listening to people shout along to the lyrics. He bounced around happily to the song as it led into the bridge, upset that his time on stage was coming to an end. In no way was Adrian always like this. His lips were usually sealed as if he was playing the childish game of throw away the key. Minus when he was around most of his band mates. He got along with all of them rather well. He cried out the last few notes, allowing the last to hang in the air for a few seconds, getting an applause in response. He bounded up to the very edge of the stage, shouting out a list of thank you's, before jogging off stage, appearing still pumped from the show.
He panted lightly happily going to the fans who were roaming around, chatting easily and smiling for photographs. But slowly he became a bit more introverted and the smile became a bit faker with every person he spoke to. A half hour or so later, he found his way to his bus, slowly getting on and changing quickly, staring out at the venue, frowning a bit. Part of him wished if that he could stay on stage forever. That was when he was at his happiest. He wasn't anyone. He wasn't Adrian Lovette, and he wasn't Jacob Wyatt... he was just him. He was in another world that was so much simpler. Every lyric he sang, that he wrote, they all screamed a constant message. He wasn't him. And it felt so nice shouting that to the world without them even realize that the complex metaphors and strings of words meant little to nothing to the people who shouted along. He sat back on one of the couches, pushing his ear buds in, singing along to whatever song was playing.
Most of his band mates were probably out having fun now. He gladly laid on one of the couches, murmuring the lyrics rather softly under his breath, getting lost in the music. It was a rather often occurrence for him. Anyone who really knew him knew that he was going to spend his night relaxing, belting along to whatever song that managed to shuffle onto his play list. Ah, such the outgoing partyer with a life... [/style] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 7, 2011 19:19:33 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font]  mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy had duly spent her time behind her camera, and she felt much better for it. There was something very freeing about being in control of what you saw through the lens. Of course, her only and ever complaint was constantly about changing light levels and movement on stage. She didn’t complain about their stage presence – obviously – but it was rather difficult to get an amazing shot when your lead singer was on one side of the stage one second, and then had suddenly skipped to the other. Sometimes, she wondered if he was secretly a superhero. Nevertheless, she was proud of herself. She had stayed near the stage (band photographers got that kind of stuff happening all the time) and she had some shots that she personally thought were amazing.
The problem was, she had no one to show them to. She had scrolled through every picture, mentally noting what she loved and what she knew she was going to need to fix up (Overexposure, blurry – why is my thumb on the screen? That’s not even my thumb ... I hope it’s not a bug. Ew, I really hope that’s not a bug ...). And then she had gone in search of the band, only to find that their signing was long over, and the band were nowhere to be seen. She assumed they had gone partying or something of the like, it was their usual style. Sometimes she went with them, when she wasn’t wrapped up in her own little world, or picking out faults in her work. Well, she thought, already turning towards the tourbus, that’s just going to leave Adrian.
She burst into the tourbus, knowing that he had to be here. If he wasn’t ... then she would probably have to lie in wait for someone to return. “Adrian!” she called happily, brandishing her camera as though it were any old thing rather than someone she had spent a whole load of her earnings on. “Are you in here? Well, dude, I took some cool pictures, but there is one of you singing and you have the most amazing derpface,” she continued. She loved accidental shots like that; she kept them in her scrapbook alongside all the candid pictures she took. It was at this point, while simultaneously hoping he was here and that she was not talking to herself (again), that she spotted him, singing on one of the couches, earphones in, and unsure if he had even heard or seen her. “Oh, whoops, I can see you’re having a moment,” she said, beginning to back away slowly. It was kind of, you know, awkward to burst into someone’s private singing sessions and Katy didn’t really like doing it, it wasn’t fair to them. The problem was, she often forgot.
[/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- four six six, words,adrian, tagged,shhh, your post is fine, notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by adrian on Nov 7, 2011 19:51:14 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 473 WORDS FOR KATY
thank you x3
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DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]He heard some muffled speaking, and his eyes opened to see Katy. He pulled his ear buds out just to hear her apologize for bursting in on him. He smiled happily, sitting up. “No, no. What were you saying about a derp face?” He stood up, gently putting his ipod away in his bunk, before looking at her once again, wrapping a hoodie around him. He frowned slightly. “Did I make another stupid looking face?” His slight accent twisted the words to sound nearly innocent, “Well fuck, another one to add to the scrapbook, eh?” He noticed she had started to back away, and he quickly walked over, nearly towing her over to one of the couches, sitting her down. “Oh no no, you're one of the only people I can deal with on this tour.” he crossed his arms, obviously in a better mood, “Basically, you're going to be forced to stay here or I'm going to die from lack of... seeing... people.”
Such the broad vocabulary you have, Adrian! His grin calmed a bit, crossing his arms. “You know, you have to delete some of the scary pictures you take of me.” He could just imagine them all surfacing later in his life when he turned thirty or forty, and then embarrassment of the moment over taking him once more. Especially when, and if, he had kids. Great way to see your father. Either bouncing around like a complete wild animal on stage, or making a stupid looking, or possibly even dirty, pose or look on stage. There were times where Adrian completely crossed the line, and sometimes Katy managed to catch those on film. He'd then proceed to laugh it off and try to delete it from her camera some how, some way.
He looked at the camera, wondering for a moment how she managed to get nearly perfect pictures while he jumped around like a rabbit on crack. He was eccentric on stage, and that personality shone through a bit at that moment. He'd freely scream and have a good time, which was much different from when he first walked onto the bus. Maybe it was just people? No. No, he knew it wasn't. It was much deeper than that. He could easily deal with nice people... it was just those who judged him so harshly. At least his band knew him and loved him. People just around the venue... no one knew his past. And how he didn't want that little morsel getting out. Look at the ex-druggie on stage! Dancing around like a retard! Maybe he's still on something! The pap would grab the story and run. He sighed a bit, before looking at Katy, allowing a small smile to spread over his lips once again. No need to think of things that might not happen, right? [/style] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 8, 2011 11:58:29 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] "No, Adrian, you always make the most intellectual-looking faces while jumping around on stage," Katy told Adrian with a sweet smile, thinking that if he truly made intellectual-looking faces on stage, she would be quite worried. Because she didn't know what they were. But at least he wouldn't think he looked completely terrible because most of the time, he didn't. "You look rather like Albert Einstein. Or Isaac Newton. Or Axl Rose," she informed him as she was led to the sofa and made to sit down. That was alright by her; she really had to sit down to be able to look through the photos and find this particular gem, and she was also glad that he was actually feeling sociable and seemed rather happy. She didn't like it when people she knew seemed down or unhappy, it seemed to affect her mood too.
"Isolation?" she guessed, as she wondered what a 'lack of seeing people' could be defined as. Blindness, perhaps? She wasn't looking at him anymore, now focused on her beloved camera once again and she flicked through the photos from this date. There was some usual shots of the band backstage when they didn't know she had her camera trained on them, but they were all quite boring compared to the real stuff.
"No chance," she said plainly. She loved those pictures, and she always removed the SD card before she let Adrian near her camera in his mad bid to delete photos. She finally found a shot of Adrian leaning out over the crowd. Even though it wasn't one of her favourite type of pictures, where the person looked completely crazy, she thought that she would probably save a copy of this one for herself and put it in the scrapbook as well; he looked so into the music. "Okay, look - this one is nice, right?" she asked him, shoving the camera in his face in her excitement. "But this one ..." She pressed the next button to reveal the best Adrian derp face of all time. "This is the one. I will show it to your future wife as a test of her courage. That is how good this picture is." Of course, Katy being as wonderfully kind as she was, she would probably hide it from Adrian's future beloved in the hopes of making sure he seemed as normal as possible. [/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- three nine nine, words,adrian!, tagged,sorry it's so short ): , notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by adrian on Nov 9, 2011 12:31:41 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 707 WORDS FOR KATY
it was a fine post ^^
and is it bad i had to google how to spell 'shawty'?
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DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]He chuckled at her, bowing slightly, “Oh, but you know, I'm smarter than all of those people combined.” His voice was purely teasing, as he attempted to imagine him standing on stage, looking like he just figured out the cure for cancer. It was rather difficult, considering most the pictures he saw of himself on stage, which wasn't many, he looked like there was something wrong with him. His adoptive mother, every time he spoke to her, made the generic, over used comment that one day his face would be stuck in one of the crazy appearances, if it wasn't already. He'd just scoff and write it off as if it would never happen, although, he wouldn't be surprised if one day while his lip was curled, eyes shut tightly, that he would be unable to relax the muscles in his face. That thought caused a soft chuckle to slip through his lips, hoping that Katy either said something amusing before that, or hadn't heard it.
He often slipped into his own world since he was so used to it, and that led him to apologizing to people every once in a while. He didn't like ignoring people, as he was usually polite as ever. He put his hands into his back pockets, leaning back, looking at Katy as she spoke of his broad vocabulary. He nodded, “Isolation would work. I'm usually isolated.” He allowed the word to roll over his tongue as if it was foreign to him. Honestly, he just had an interest in words. As one of the lyric writers of the band, he had to have a wider vocabulary than most, so he wouldn't be reduced to singing about smoking a blunt with his 'shawty'. Not that he had one, no. He hated the idea of relationships. He hated the idea of being close to people. He'd get drunk every once in a while and end up rolling in the sheets with someone, but the idea of having a relationship, having no secrets what so ever... kinda killed the idea of having someone ever so close. He was secretive, and intended to keep it like that. Forever alone? Maybe. Maybe not.
“Why not!?” He whined, pouting in the slightest, his arms folding together. “I know you wouldn't like it if I took a picture of you looking like you were on crack. Its not my fault I always look like that.” Obviously, there was no getting the camera from Katy and deleting the images that made him look like a total ass. It was obvious she had as deep of a love for photography as he did music. Maybe that was why they got along, they both shared a passion for something. At least her passion didn't start with drugs, his mind snapped at him, and he nearly winced from his own insult. Ah, yes, maybe 'Drian was his own greatest critic, and maybe he shot himself more than the public would, but it was just how he felt. He never wanted to be degraded down to the position he was in before. Although, it wasn't often you heard of musician's living on the streets with no where to go. You just heard about them going to rehab for their latest addiction. Adrian didn't want to be one of those people.
He put on a thoughtful look as she showed him a picture of himself, that he admitted looked rather nice, but as soon as the pixels shifted, and another image came up, his jaw dropped, and he laughed. “My god,” he said, staring, “Do I really look like that!?” He looked up at her, attempting to recreate the picture the best he could. He chuckled at her comment, moving back into the position he was in before, leaning into the heels of his shoes, “I doubt any woman would look at that picture and become more attracted to me. They'd all run off in fear.” He shuddered jokingly. “That picture should go burn somewhere. If you put that on anything I'm going to have to kill you.” He paused for a moment, glaring at her seriously, before letting a grin appear on his face. It felt nice to be able to relax a bit. [/style] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 9, 2011 13:25:05 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy looked at Adrian dubiously, as if she were unsure if he was telling the truth or merely trying to make a joke of his own intelligence. It was a tricky decision. She had always imagined that Adrian was actually a child genius who had spurned his parents' decision to continue on to become the next great biochemist and had chosen to become a musician instead, forever hiding his true identity from the world as he sung lyrics to a crowd, as he worked out, mentally, the next cure for cancer. Of course, that was just a guess. At this current point in time, she decided he must be joking, and rolled her eyes at him. "Of course, Adrian ... of course," she said in a consoling manner, as though he were a five-year-old being reassured that Santa Claus was still real. She shouldn't, she reflected, allow her imagination to simply run away with her; she thought the truth might be far more depressing, and she knew she wouldn't be willing accept it either. So, for now, Adrian would have to be a child genius in her estimation. Sometimes he looked smart, anyway, especially when she begged him to wear hipster glasses for her photos.
"Yes. I know. Until I turn up and ruin your alone time with my great presentation on Adrian's ten greatest stage faces of all time," she amended. She couldn't help it; she had just really wanted to show someone Adrian's face on stage. Maybe she would have bumped into someone else and shown them instead; Adrian was just unlucky, then, that he happened to have retreated here when she had been so excitable. It was his own fault too - he was far too 'isolated' for his own good, and if she came in to find him crying picturesquely by the window, steps would have to be taken.
"Fortunately, I do not take a recreational drug, nor would your camera be good enough to take a picture of me looking like that," she told primly, smiling at the thought of Adrian scrambling for a camera to take a picture. He might dive for one of hers, but she really thought he would be more inclined to take a picture on his phone, and she knew, from experience, how terrible they were. "You look great, though. Stop moaning about it." She was lying a little; he didn't always look great. He looked kind of high anyway, but she didn't mind much. She thought it just added to the picture, really. It wasn't like she ever used them for anything but her own amusement anyway.
Katy grinned at his reaction then, as he stared at the camera in mild shock. She thought it was a wonderful picture of him, capturing his personality and ... his face, really. It was all about the expression here. "Well, not with this face," Katy mused, as she looked at the masterpiece herself. "I cannot see the appeal in this expression, unless someone's into Quasimodo," she joked, grinning innocently at him. "But now you mention it, if the merch guy needs more pictures for the shirts, I was thinking of ... you know ... this one." She kept up the innocent expression with all of her will, but the idea of having girls walking around with this on their T-shirts was too much for her to hold inside, and she ended up laughing uncontrollably. [/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- five seven zero, words,adrian, tagged,hahaha, no that's just funny xD , notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by adrian on Nov 12, 2011 11:16:13 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 702 WORDS FOR KATY
OKAY GOOD.
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DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]He tapped his finger lightly against his jeans, humming a bit of a tune as he listened to her speak. It was a bad habit, as he almost always had a melody or a song slipping through his mind, and he always hummed idly or tapped to the beat. He couldn't help it, as he was always surrounded in music in his life, but some must have thought it got annoying. For some reason, he didn't. His passion for music was merely to strong for him to find a dislike in it. Maybe he didn't like certain types of music like rap or country, but he nearly felt annoyed when he didn't have something running through his head, or a song sticking into the corners of his mind. He ran a hand through his hair, raising his eyebrows in a bit of a playful expression, cheeks puffing out, filled with air. Maybe it was the fact he did stupid little things like that... maybe that was why Katy got so many stupid pictures of his face screwed up in various expressions.
“That's offensive, Katy!” He called out, chuckling. He wasn't stupid, he knew she knew that, in fact, he was rather smart. Adrian just hid it well under a facade of idiocy, and he really didn't mind. People loved him for it. Love you? Or love Adrian? There his thoughts went again, mocking him of his past. His teeth ground for a moment, leaning back. Jacob was the smart one. Not Adrian. Adrian was a musician who was stupid, silly, and quiet. Jacob disappeared from home years ago, presumed dead. No, not presumed, known dead. He looked at Katy, hoping she hadn't seen his puzzling facial expression, and smiled happily at her, crossing his arms in a bit more relaxed fashion, lips pursing a bit. “Ten greatest Adrian expressions, eh?” He tapped his chin, looking back at her camera. “And I'm guessing that nightmare is number one on that list?” He could just imagine that going online, and he laughed. “I think kids would take that list and run with it. Maybe we could do something like that.” He chuckled again, leaning back. Always in motion, always shifting. Another habit.
He pulled out his phone quickly snapping a picture of her and looking down. “Fuck! Even with the blurryness you look good. Maybe you should spend some time in front of the camera, you'd make an amazing model.” He didn't realize what he said for a moment, and nearly facepalmed like the loser he was. “Well, you get what I mean.” He proceeded to scratch his head awkwardly, hoping he didn't sound like a complete retard. But lord knew he did. He shook his head, rolling his eyes with an exaggeration, plopping down beside her. “I don't always look good. I mean,” He grinned, “I know I'm probably the hottest thing out there, but lets not make me perfect.” He was obviously faking the extreme cockyness, as he never was the most confident thing out there. He rather thought he was ridiculous, a douche for leaping around on stage like he was insane, and then making stupid little, often sexual, comments. Most of the fans didn't mind, but he felt like they all did. Like at any moment his career, along with his band mate's, would crumble all because of him. All because of him going too far or something. He huffed, before he let a grin appear on his face.
“Someone out there has a Quasimodo fetish, and they are going to fall for me.” He laughed softly, wiggling his eyebrows at her, getting up once more, nearly pacing. He mock glared at her. “Well, maybe we should put it on a shirt.” Adrian stuck his tongue out, making yet another stupid expression. “And we can put you on the back trying to do the same facial expression! Vocalist versus the Photographer! Bet you'd get a lot a guys doing that, eh?” He winked, moving again to sit. “I'm sorry I keep moving around. You know me. I can't. Sit. Still.” And with that, he started to idly tap his thigh again, humming softly to the last song he remembered listening to. [/style] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 12, 2011 19:17:33 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy considered the idea of a list of Adrian's best stage faces going online. She personally thought it would be a good idea, if not downright hilarious. And if they had to take the serious route (blegh), his actual normal faces would probably make a funny magazine article anyway. But that was too boring for these pictures. She had hidden them away for so long, she thought it was time the world got to see them. "A list like that could go viral," she said slowly, as if she was still thinking the idea over. What she really would want to see was Adrian's teen fans' expressions, and she knew he had a lot of teenage, squealing female fans, because they commented on the youtube videos an awful lot, and frankly, it was annoying. "However, this little gem is only number two on that list. There's a picture I have from about six months ago, where you kind of look more ... you know." She gestured vaguely to the camera in her hand, as if he would understand that he had to take his expression currently featured, and times it by about ten.
She was still looking down at the camera, almost adoringly (she was great. She should win awards for her work, she just knew it) when she heard the phony click of a camera, and looked up in mild shock, finally raising an eyebrow at him disapprovingly as she realised he had taken a picture on his phone. She had to hand it to him; he had good reflexes. "Thank you?" she tried. It was awkwardly said, and she had thought that maybe he was being a little bit sarcastic about it, another little joke between them. After all, she was behind the camera for a reason; her looks had nothing to do with it, of course, but she didn't quite feel like she should be the one allowing others to take photos. Thankfully, the topic was changed quickly, and she was able to slap a smile back on and roll with it. Even if Adrian was now being extremely cocky. Bless him. "Yes, because you're worth it," she said, thinking that, of them, he would make a cute model. A L'oreal model. She could see it now. "All your fans say you're perfect. But none of them are perfect for you. You know who is?" She paused a moment, waiting for him to take a guess at his future perfect woman. He would have no idea.
"Her name is Esmeralda, she lives in France. Notre Dame, to be exact," she informed him, smiling sweetly at the thought of any woman having any kind of Quasimodo fetish - and the idea that Adrian would ever actually resemble him. Thinking of old movies just reminded her of the weekends, when she was younger, and she would force her brother to watch all the old Disney movies with her, and he would do so, just because she had said he had to. She kind of missed that. Not to say she didn't like being on tour, but she could never force a band to watch a movie with her. And worse, most of them didn't sit still long enough to get into the film. Case in point, Adrian right now. "No, funnily enough, I'm pretty no guy has asked for my attractive face on their T-shirt," she mused jokingly. It would be a weird request anyway. She was not cool with that. It was fine for Adrian's face to be plastered everywhere, but her own was borderline crazy. And it was also not the way to a girl's heart, she was sure. "It's okay." She knew it was a natural habit, not the effects of boredom or anything similar. He just moved a lot, it was cool. Everyone had their little quirks. Like sometimes, when she was focusing hard on something, Katy would find herself twirling her hair like some teenager. It was painful to admit. "I get it. It's a sign of ..." She eyed him, thoughtful. "Madness," she decided. He was more than a secret genius, she thought. That energy, those smarts, that he had to keep locked up. It was obviously sending him crazy. [/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- seven zero one, words,adrian! tagged,n/a, notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by adrian on Dec 6, 2011 17:37:22 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 552 WORDS FOR KATY
sorry for the long wait.
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DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]He glowered at her, shaking his head. “I was only kidding, if something like that went online, I'd probably end up going suicidal and freaking out and-and-and that's not good!” Not to mention he was always worried dear mommy and daddy back in Britain could see a picture of him online, or maybe hear about him and then try to contact him. He looked rather similar to the good old days when he was a teenager... just not stoned as fuck. Whenever an “Unknown” number rang on his cell, for a fleeting second, he wondered if this could be his mom or dad. Then it would just end up to be a wrong number, or a friend, or a crazy rabid fan that got his number through the hours of stalking him being paid off. Fortunate for him, the last actually never happened to him per say, he had just heard it happen to multiple of his musician friends before. The idea was rather entertaining, and he grinned darkly at Katy.
“What if I took your phone number and said it was mine! You'd be getting calls all day!” He pulled his phone up, searching through the numbers before triumphantly landing on her contact, nearly rubbing it in her face. “That would kill you! Although your phone bill would be huge, and you'd make me look like a worse derp in photos, so maybe I shouldn't do that...” His voice got softer as he finished, and he smiled softly at her, trying to apologize for the idea of which he didn't even go through with. Also, all he needed were for fans to say they were calling him and some girl was answering. The pap would take that and create another list for him. Possible Ladies Adrian Lovette is Fucking! Or is it Jacob is fucking? He groaned a bit, blinking, and looking at Katy. “Uh... I just randomly felt sick. Moment passed.” It honestly wasn't that believable, but maybe she knew him well enough to know that he randomly got lost in his own thoughts while conversing.
“Ah, Esmeralda,” he spoke rather odd, his accent being twisted and skewed even more, attempting to make himself sound like he was out of a Shakespeare tragedy. “My dear love, lost due to miles of ocean water, what shall a man like I do?” He paused, before laughing. “That sounded fucking ridiculous.” He wasn't one for love, and the fact he just acted like every man in every cheesy love-chick flick kind of killed him a bit inside. It didn't help that he sounded like a complete idiot, but maybe she would appreciate it and laugh at it or something. A faux look of shock passed his face. “Are you kidding me? I get guys walking up all the time, poking me and being like,” He proceeded to move closer, prodding her in the side, and grumbling into her ear, “Hey, Adrian, you see that hot chick over there? Your photog, eh? You should get her face on a shirt. Sales would deeeeefff go up.” He moved away again, leaning back into his heels once more. He tapped his chin thoughtfully at her comment of his 'madness', and he simply nodded. “Madness. Madness suits a guy like me. I am defiantly, truly, and utterly mad.” [/style] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Dec 16, 2011 10:48:44 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] "Oh, well, we wouldn't want that," Katy replied, with what she hoped was her most innocent expression. She'd had plenty of practise, after all; it required such a skill to be the youngest child in a family like hers. It was true that the idea of Adrian ever being suicidal would terrify her, because everytime she'd want to make a comment, she'd think, 'is it right to say this?' and at the same time, she'd desperately want him to feel better, which she attributed to him being one of her best friends. "I mean ... we'd need to publish it in a newspaper before it went online, I guess," she continued to explain, although a rather evil little smirk seemed to appear halfway through, and she had to remind herself that being evil was not in her nature, and she would never do such a thing, no matter how much she'd want to.
"But then your manager would call and be all, 'Hey, Adrian, we've got a spread for a magazine where you're butt naked, wanna do it?' and then I'd say you were in the shower and agree for you, and then people would probably die ... of laughter ..." she explained. She would taunt him forever about such a spread anyway, and everyone would agree that, despite the fact Adrian was generally good-looking, it was all too much to be flaunting it in a magazine with no clothes on. Nevertheless, she considered the idea of contacting a magazine to get Adrian to do such a shoot -- because it would probably creep him out that she was correct, after all. She frowned at the thought that she would make him look stupid in photos. "But I don't make you look like a derp in pictures. You do that for yourself," Katy corrected him primly. Although it was true that the photos were his doing, you couldn't blame him for getting into the music. She'd rather that than him standing around on stage doing nothing and looking like even more of an idiot.
She looked at him worriedly, scared that he would actually be sick because, hey, she didn't sign up for that, and as if she didn't need any more proof that he was mad, she got a rendition of his best Shakespearian accent that would have left anyone else scratching their head in wonderment. He's definitely ill, she decided, but then he was laughing again, and maybe the moment had actually passed. Either way, it couldn't be very good for him to be this weird. "It was," she agreed. "Don't do that again ... Esmeralda would probably run in fear." I am contemplating running in fear because my friend has been replaced by someone who clearly belongs in a Hamlet remake, she thought, and then added 'sign Adrian up for a role in Hamlet' to her list of things to do in her life. She rolled her eyes at his terrible description of whatever his friends said, because clearly, she was not a 'hot chick', not even in the loosest sense of the word. "Sure, sure, of course they do ..." she said, patting his arm in a consoling manner, although technically, she should probably be consoling herself. "I think this madness of yours has got worse in the past thirty seconds. Now you're delusional."
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