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Post by sirri on Dec 10, 2008 2:54:59 GMT -5
Taylor walked into The One World Cafe, a slightly exasperated look on her face. The Rock Royalty/Loner hadn't really gotten any sleep the night before. They'd all been too riled up at the after party, like always, and they'd partied all through the night. So, she was feeling a little worse for wear and was in need of some chai tea to help her through the day. Thankfully she had no classes that morning and would be able to recuperate before it was time for class, or at least that's what she was hoping.
After standing in line for a few moments, Taylor was able to finally order what she wanted. "I'll get a Chai Latte and a cheese quesidea." After paying and being told that it would be brought to her, as it always was, she headed for her normal table, and sat down so that she was able to view the street outside. She needed to think, and she was almost wishing that she was getting a stronger drink than just Chai, Irish Cream with Irish Whiskey and Milk was sounding pretty good at the moment. And it wasn't because she wanted to get drunk -er, rather it was due to the fact that she didn't want to have to deal with what was happening with the band.
She'd always assumed that the band would be together for however long it ran its course and that they wouldn't have to replace anyone. But, lo and behold, after the after party, Jarren had come up to her and the others, acting more sober than a drunk person should, and saud that, while he had enjoyed playing with them, that he was needing to focus on his studies more and that it meant dropping from the band. So, now they had a performance in two weeks, and it was a rather large perfomance at that, and they were short a bass player. What kind of fucking rotten luck was that!
About that time was when her food and drink arrived. She thanked the waitress, and turned back to her musings this time with a cup of Chai Latte to help her think.
She was racking her brain for bass players that would be willing to play in The Last Tourniquet. They also had to be liked by the others in the band, and at least, sort of fit in the group. Now, if she could think of someone, she could get another person in the group to ask, as there was no way in hell that she was going up to someone and asking if they wanted in the band. Nope. She might be outgoing and such with the band, but around others, hell, she was almost as introverted as they came. ...Well, not introverted, just loner-ish.
She took a bite of the Cheese Quesidia, and nodded in private approval. With the hand that was free of food, she rubbed her temple. Good Grief, was she feeling out of it! [/size][/color] [Agent:3] |
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Post by Jay Davies on Dec 11, 2008 14:15:55 GMT -5
Jay strode down the street deep in thought. It wasn't about anything in particular, he was taking pleasure in letting his mind wander, thinking about girls, boys and life for him in general. It was generally going pretty well, although his hair was getting some attention.
Jay had on a pair of bright red converse, a pair of black skinny jeans, the ones with the skeleton hands on the ass- Criminal damage of course, no fakes for him- an avenged sevonfold T-shirt, with wristbands covering his wrists, and all the scars and cuts on them. The one thing the T-shiort didn't cover, and the jeans didn't help, was how thin Jay was. Everyone could see it; everyone but Jay that is. His head was murder; up all last night drinking wit hTaylor and the rest of the band. Vodka fucking shots.
He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a packet of marlboro. Putting one in his mouth, he put the pack back, simultanously pulling out a lighter. He flicked the wheel, sneding up a shower of sparks and the flame. Keeping it well away from his hairsprayy encased hair he lit up and inhaled deeply, sliiping the lighter away. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and suddenly wondered why he was there. He wasn't sure. He decided to find something to drink. Suddenly he remembered! Jarren! Last night he'd come up to them, just as Jay wwas ttying to do a drunken handstand, and he'd told them he was leaving. "Bastard." Jay muttered under his breath.
About four minutes later, he spotted the one world cafe, and decided to have a peek in there. His fag wasn't quite done, so he leaned up agianst the window in the most 'i-don't-care-pose' he could muster, one foot raised behind him, pressing agianst the glass. He wondered if anyone inside was even throwing a glance his way.
In the end Jay threw his fag butt on the floor, popped a chewing gum(or three chewing gums) into his mouth, and walked in. He walked up to the counter and considered. "I'll take a hot chocolate please." He wasn't a cofee person. He thought about all the shit it would have in it and realised he'd have to puke it up agian later, so he might as well have something that tasted good to go with it. "Can I also have a...Ham panini please?"
While he waited for it to toast, he glanced around the place. He saw a few people sitting chatting, then one girl sitting on her own. It was Taylor. He smiled when he saw her. He had the most monumental crush on Taylor, but in-band things never worked. He payed, picked up his food and walked over to her. "Feeling a bit tender babe?" he asked grinningg, taking a bite outta his panini.
(O.O.C I assume it's cool to post here?)
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Post by shinoa on Dec 11, 2008 18:08:34 GMT -5
outfit
Usually, on first glance, most people would not look at Jack and think "He's a music man. Yes. That man is a music man." Even less, they usually don't look at him and think "I think he would be in a heavy metal band, playing the bass guitar." But, appearances can be decieveing. Truth of the matter was, when he lived in France, he did in fact, play the bass guitar in a heavy metal band, and he also could sing in such a manner that could make crowds scream his name. Not that he had had that for a while though. He was almost 95% sure that his rocking days were over.
But he couldn't put away his love for his rock bass. He played it in jazz bands now, and his hands ached to do something besides think about cords. HIs mother always told him he had beautiful hands and graceful fingers, made for accuracy and speed. And they were, but the things that academics do for the bass just did not satisfy that need to play the bass how it should be played. How he wanted it to play. It was a beautiful instrument, once you know how to make it sing in your hands.
Thinking thus, he found himself with his five-stringed bass on his back in it's case, and walking down the street to one of his favorite cafes. He liked it there. He had made friends with most the staff, and now had free Chai there because he would sometimes offer up entertainment when he felt able to. He might even do that today, if he worked up the crowd in there to like the sound of just bass and voice.
He marched into his favortie cafe, the One World Cafe, and waved to the people that he knew. One of the girls, Caitlin, smiled at him and made started to make him a Chai. She knew exactly how he liked it, mainly because it was almost her specialty, making drinks. He sat down in his usual spot, which was thankfully empty, and surveyed the room. He recognized a few people, but only knew a few by reputation. One was the Rock Queen, sipping on whatever drink she had, and one of her band members. She looked quite out of it, as if she had just had one of the longest nights even. She looked happy and pissed off all at one. He figured she may be a little tipsy. She wasn't far from him, and he hoped his bass playing wouldn't piss her off. Taylor was her name, yeah, that was it.
Caitlin came with his Chai, and put it down on the table in front of him. "Want food too? Or no?" she asked, polite as usual. "No, that's fine, thanks. I ate." She grinned, probably happy at the fact she didn't have to make food now. 'K. Call me if you need me." Jack shruggeed and pulled his bass out. He tuned it shortly, playing all the E's and matching their tones out. Usually people needed a note on the piano or a tuner for that. Jack could do it by feeling and ear, which was nice for a cafe sort of thing. He quietly started to randomly string together cords and hum to himself. [Agent:1] |
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Post by sirri on Dec 12, 2008 3:38:54 GMT -5
Taylor took another bite of her quesidia, frowning into the street, as she tried to figure out what she was going to do over this predicament. It would have been better had she not still been slightly drunk and starting to feel hung-over, but she wasn’t a stranger to the feeling on a school day, she was just used to getting more sleep, before heading out. So, it was understandable if nothing was coming to her mind.
It didn’t help that Taylor didn’t actually know many bass guitar players that would be at their level. Yeah, sure, they can play, but not at the speed, or with the skill, that was required to perform live in front of audiences and expect to be paid and allowed back to play some more. Usually they played the same stupid song over and over again, to prove that they could indeed play something and that just got on the Rock Royal’s nerves. It wasn’t that she’d never done that herself, playing a song over and over again on the piano, but she didn’t bang it out so that everyone in a two block radius could hear what she was playing… again.
As she was looking out the window, she saw a very familiar person lean against the window. The same skinny person that she’d been partying with the night before. It was easy to say that Jay was one of the skinniest guys that she knew, and it wasn’t in a good way. But really, it wasn’t her place to judge, and Jay was a good asset to the band, and all she needed was for Jay to leave as well – not! So, she left him to his business, though she knew that if he got much skinnier that she would comment on it. She shook her head carefully, trying to not to make her head throb, as she realized why he was standing out there. He was smoking. But then again, she would smoke if it wouldn’t damage her voice, as what she does with it, meant that she needed her throat to be in tip-top condition.
A few minutes later, she watched as he entered the café, though she didn’t watch him head to the counter, she didn’t need to watch him buy whatever he was getting. If he didn’t notice her then she’d call out to him, but she’d wait and see if he’d noticed her on his own.
Suddenly her eyes narrowed, and she looked straight ahead, finally looking away from the window, to find what had caused her eyes to narrow. As if to mock her some guy, wait – not just some guy, one of the Sexy Foursome ‘commanders’ was playing the bass right there. As if to mock her and the fact that there was no bass player in the band. She wrinkled her nose, in annoyance and took a sip of her Chai Latte.
She looked up, as Jay walked over, and smiled slightly. Here was someone who would share in her pain! She laughed slightly ad rubbed her forehead, “yeah. Just a bit Jay.” She frowned. “It was a good performance last night…” But then Jarren had to go and screw up the entire night! It was a hell of a way to end a party that’s for sure!
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Post by Jay Davies on Dec 13, 2008 6:36:58 GMT -5
Jay smiled at her. "You mean our performance on the stage, or my performance at the party?" he asked, his face the picture of innocence. He was quite proud of his small aresenal of acrobatic moves...his little party pieces.
Jay wondered how long he could put off bringing Jarren up. He decided to leave it. He took a sip of his drink. "Bloody hell," he cried, causing a few people to turn around. "It's hot" he said bashfully. He almost smiled, thinking what that shout would have done to Taylor's head. His throat felt a bit raw. "I need to give up smoking," he muttered. "It's not doing my voice any good. Although I do think it gives it a rather gravelly tone" he siad in a silly deep voice, hoping to coax a laugh out of Taylor.
Then he saw the guy with the bass. He sighed, realising Taylor must have seen it too, and he couldn't put it off. "So...Jarren....?" He didn't really know what to say, so he left it to Taylor to say something.
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Post by shinoa on Dec 15, 2008 3:18:12 GMT -5
outfit
After warming up his hands, Jack sat confused as to what on earth he should play. What most people didn't know was that with a five stringed bass, if played properly, you can imitate a guitar. Sure, it sounded a little lower and was a darker sound, but it still sounded like a classical guitar. He just had to play really high, is all. Up where if you didn't have long fingers like him, it would almost be useless to try.
Of course, you also would need a pick. Jack didn't actually ever use a pick. He didn't get why other bass players were such pussies in the point that they couldn't be bothered to actually get the calluses on their fingers to play the bass properly. Still stuck on what to actually play, he looked up for inspiration on the matter. The cafe wasn't very full at the moment, and the only people who really stuck out at him was the Rock Queen and one of her Rockers, who had now joined her at her table. They both looked very hung over and unhappy. Jay, the guitarist, was looking much brighter and perkier then Taylor.
As he was looking at Taylor, and idea did come to him, and he plucked a few strings to remember. It had been about five years since the song that came to mind had come out, and it took him a second to remember the song cords. He the played with the sound a little, quietly. Finally, he came up with the repetitive tune that the guitar plays in the song, and the cord progression. He started to play, louder and with no fear of the people in the room.
He played the first cord progression three times to get a fell of the song, and then changed it up so that it was more recognizeable and he could add the words, which he hoped he remembered correctly:
I wanted you to know...
That I love the way you laugh,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...
Away
I keep your photograph,
and I know it serves me well...
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain... [Agent:3]
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Post by sirri on Dec 15, 2008 3:54:41 GMT -5
Taylor nearly shook her head at Jay’s question, but remembered at the last moment, that it wouldn’t be a good idea. Not after the last few times that she’d done that. She did, however, smile. “Oh, I think I’d have to say both, though you were much better the drunker we got, I believe.” It had been said teasingly, no, Jay was quite flexible and was always showing off his acrobatics at the after parties, and everyone loved them every time.
Taylor nearly spilt her chai latte, as Jay cried out, as she felt her head throb from the noise. “For crying out loud Jay! Check the temp before you take a sip next time! My head is split to burst!” After she said it, she realized that it may not have made as much sense as she’d thought it had, but he’d get the message. It had been all she could do not to swear extremely loudly in the café, as she wasn’t quite in the mood to be kicked out, before her day had even truly began. And, as she was looking like crap, she wasn’t that keen on having lots of people looking at her.
Taylor didn’t really care if the people in the band smoked, as long as she wasn’t around them for too long when they were smoking. “Can we try cold turkey?” The comment was said muffled into her drink, it would be interesting to see how Jay would react with no smokes at all, not that she would be that mean. She chuckled, “Oh yes, very Leonard Cohen of you!” She wasn’t a fan of Cohen’s voice, but he did have some good lyrics.
She sighed, as Jay brought up the taboo topic. “Yeah. Jarren. He’s a fucking jerk! And could die for all I care right now!” She took a moment to breath, trying to relax. “I mean, I know that our studies are important, but he could have left at a better time! Now we’re stuck finding a new bass player on a campus full of crappy classical musicians! When we have two weeks before a big gig!” She took a sip of her tea. That was about when the Sexy Foursome guy, started to really play his bass and then sing.
She gave Jay a surprised look. “Wow. It looks like we may just have found what we were looking for.” She paused, as slightly evil look passing over her face, “Let’s see how good he is at harmonizing.” And with that, she turned fully in her chair to face him and joined in, as he got to the chorus.
Cause I’m Broken!
When I’m lonesome!
And I don’t feel right
When you’re gone…
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Post by Jay Davies on Dec 15, 2008 11:28:38 GMT -5
Jay listened grimly to Tayor ranting about Jarren. Then the dude with the bass started to play. Jay turned around to look, then turned back to Taylor, but before he could say anything, she did. When she started singing with him, Jay felt hurt. He wwasn't sure why. He tried to piece his feeling together while they sang. He tried to convince himself it was cos he was the male vocalist, it shouldn't matter how good this other guy could sing. But to Taylor it did, and that mattered to Jay. She was older than him, and so would never go for him, but Jay liked her, and didn't want her with other people.
So the whole time Jay just sat and looked impassively into the distance, drinkning his drink. He glanced up at Taylor when they finished, a look on his face impossible to read but to the few who knew him. It was one of slight upsety. He didn't know if Taylor would be able to recognise it. "Bravo," he said, putting on a smile.
Jay decided to let Taylor deal with what she was gonna do with this new guy...she was the older more experienced of the two...
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Post by shinoa on Dec 15, 2008 17:35:38 GMT -5
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Post by sirri on Dec 15, 2008 18:27:14 GMT -5
Taylor smirked slightly as she sang and Jack – she’d finally remembered his name – stumbled, missing the first line of the chorus. Not that she would have done any better had it been her, but seeing as it wasn’t, she was taking a slight pleasure from this. She didn’t dislike the Sexy Foursome, she liked them better than the Kings in some ways, but she still found the people trying to ‘rule’ the school tended to make too much of a fuss.
She nodded her head towards him as he finished and then clapped at her, there was still a lot more to the song, but she was guessing that her joining in had unnerved him. Well, she was hoping it had, and then he was turning away, and she was turning back towards Jay. That had been fun and he’d certainly proved to be good at bass and singing – he’s harmonized with her voice quite nicely. Perhaps there was hope for a S4 – Taylor slang for the Sexy Foursome – to become the Last Tourniquet’s bassist, seeing as she couldn’t think of any other bassists that she knew – on campus or near campus – that could play the bass as well as he seemingly could.
She was lost in though that she almost didn’t notice that look on Jay’s face before he smiled and congratulated her. She gave him a small smile back, before grabbing her chai, “That didn’t help my head one friggen’ bit, and you don’t like him.” She took a sip of her latte, it had been a statement not a question. She didn’t want there to be dislike among the members, but they needed a bass player.
She sighed, having a bite of her quesidea, seeing if Jay could come up with another bassist other than Jack, “Can you think of any bass players that would be able to keep up with us?” With Katana, herself and Jay full-on Rockers, they tended to practice a fair amount, but some people only seemed to be in the ‘clique’ because they weren’t able to get into another one that they had actually wanted. Which annoyed the Queen to no end. [/size][/color] [Agent:1] |
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Post by Jay Davies on Dec 15, 2008 18:42:34 GMT -5
Jay smiled reprovingly. Taylor it seemed, knew him far too well. "Now now what would give you that impression." he asked teasingly. Then his face grew serious. "C'mon Taylor, he's a foursome man. You think it'd really work? Although," he said, raising his voice enough to be heard. "He is cute."
This last bit was added, partly to try and make Jack feel awkward, and partly because it was true. Jay made a sudden decision. The band came first. "Taylor, we can sort out all the concrete stuff after the big gig. I think you should offer it to him, just for now. But it's down to you. I'm the baby of the band, remember?" he asked teasingly.
(O.O.C sorry muse has kinda gone)
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Post by shinny on Dec 16, 2008 6:01:35 GMT -5
  mah outfit... ah don't fink ah put it on wight...
Katana was still drunk. She had had a shot game with one of her exes in a battle for power. They had decided on Tequila, and Katana had stood victorious at the end. However, she would now be drunk for days. Tequila had a way of doing that to you, keeping you drunk for days and then giving you a wicked hangover a few days later. But Katana didn't care about that now, she was still drunk, Dammit!
She was looking for her mates. Her band mates. She imagined they'd be right hungover right now, splitting headaches and all. Katana wanted to share her jolieness with them. Put them in good spirits. So, when whoever was the idiot who thought she needed a victory slut moment finally got off of her, she kicked him hard in the balls with the shoes and went off to find her mates... still drunk, and still in possibly not appropriate clothing for a day on the town.
After having stares from everyone for at least fifteen minutes, she found them in a bloody cafe. What the fuck were they doing in a cafe? At this time in the morning too! They should be jumping through bloody puddles to get to buses by now. None the less, she blasted herself through the cafe door, threw up her arms and said "DAHLINGS!" as loud as she could to catch attention to herseld as she wadled over to the table. She sat down with a contented sigh, though she did nearly miss the god-be-damned chair.
"So?" Kat said, still a little unnaturally loud, "How'd be my queen?" she mock bowed to Taylor, who looked she was probably going to scream bloody murder with her headache, and then turned to Jay. "And how are you, kiddo?" She ruffled his hair with her non-leather covered hand. She didn't usually call him kiddo. Only when she was drunk.
She heard a bass guitar and was reminded of Jarren almost immediatly. "Fuck!" she said loudly, and then pointed towards the culprit playing the bass, who looked vaguely familiar. "Can you stop that bloody Slipknot? I am trying to grieve the loss of a perfectly good damn bassist here!"
((tapped into that inner Katana that I actually know... can't you tell?))
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Post by shinoa on Dec 16, 2008 6:10:38 GMT -5
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He was rudely interrupted in his playing by the Last Tourniquet's drum player, Katana, obviously drunk, wandering in through the door and basically yelling everything. He shrugged and continued to play, but then was interrupted again when she pointed at him, told him to stop and that she was grieving the loss of a bassist. What the hell was that supposed to mean.
He hated it when Americans got drunk, but knew it would probably best to wait 'till Katana was out of the cafe before playing again. He set his baby in it's case beside him, and consentrated on his tea instead, studying the group in front of him now. The singer, the guitarist, and the drummer. Taylor looked to be the most normal out of all three of them to be truthful, and she looked like she was going to kill something if there was more loud noise in this room. Jay looked like a stick to him. Quite literally. A stick. And he seemed much more "emo" then the rest of them. Katana was the wierdest of all of them. She had more tattoos than most could count, and was just about as crazy as one can be.
All in all, an odd group, but when they were being normal... though this was not far from it, they actually seemed to be a pretty laid back, hard working band. The misture of the laid back and the hard working actually made them successful, though he was now wondering if it was a loss of thier bassist that made the outburst from Katana. [Agent:3]
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