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Post by tatiana2 on Jul 19, 2009 20:19:40 GMT -4
- - look at us shake the sky !PULLING THE WHITES FROM MY EYES Sam Delancey would never call himself a sap. In previous relationships, he was the one who had to hold it together, who had to be the strong one, as he was usually the only male between the two. However, Ryan was different. Ryan was, well, he was special to Sam, even if they had only been dating for a few days now. He felt a sort of connection to him, not just because Ryan was cute and Sam liked that, but because they clicked. They had a possibility for a future, and while most people would be scared of this, Sam was happy. They had made sure that they both knew that this wasn’t just going to be a summer fling, no, they liked each other too much and didn’t want this to just be a summer thing. Those were the worst, because often times one person was left heartbroken. He even found himself getting a little jealous when he happened upon A Remedy For Lies’ MySpace, and half of the comments were, “Omg you’re so cute I love you.” Even if it meant nothing from a perfect stranger, he still realized that he would be getting those jealous pings in his heart any time he saw any girl fawning over his boyfriend. -His- boyfriend, not theirs, he hoped people would remember that fact. People usually had personal boundaries, but he knew that there would be some, just some, who would try to steal his Ryan from him.
As Sam left his bus for the day, after his half an hour shower - - he unfortunately wasn’t the first one up, so he ran out of hot water. He didn’t let this ruin his day though, because he knew he’d be hanging out with Ryan earlier. Even if they weren’t dating for that long, even the possibility of time with Ryan made his entire day better. He threw on a light blue t-shirt, sporting ‘All For Scarlet’ across as he liked to support all of the bands on this tour. He put on gray skinny jeans and a black belt, an outfit that screamed ‘normal.’ He wasn’t a flaming gay boy, he didn’t put on eyeliner and gold eye shadow, nor did he wear a rainbow belt every day of the week. Most people wouldn’t guess in a million years that Sam Delancey, lead singer of Skyline, enjoyed the presence of a naked man in his bunk on their bus (not like that had happened, geez.) He jumped down the three steps to the ground from the bus door and started out at a speed walk towards the tents, the ones that he knew Ryan would be at. Not because he was a creeper, but because everyone was hanging out around the booths at this time of day, whether they had played yet or not - - that is, unless they were on stage, which he knew Ryan wasn’t, because he had planned to come and watch Ryan’s set later that night, like any good boyfriend would do.
It took approximately five minutes to get over to the merch tables, tents that were undoubtedly recognizable by their massive crowds and brightly colored tents. He maneuvered around crowds, taking the little alleyways between the tents and trailers pulling the shirts and stuff, coming up to one particularly big crowd in the center of the row. From behind, he knew it was Ryan - - that hair was unmistakable, and it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t checked out Ryan’s ass before, and now knew it by heart. He was surrounded by girls, all thrusting pens in his direction, trying to get him to sign things. He was a good sport about it obviously, and was talking to the fans in a friendly way. Who wouldn’t? Sam had to do it, despite the fact that some of his fans were downright obnoxious and he would rather spend time alone than with half of them, but he put up with it. People looked up to him, probably for all the wrong reasons but they did, and he would follow through with his promise to treat the crowd right. He walked behind Ryan, taking small steps to make sure he didn’t make any noise. He didn’t do this in an obvious way though, because people tended to notice you creeping more than just walking around here.
As he got closer, he pounced, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s waist and sliding his own hands to cover his own elbows, squeezing his boyfriend tight. He rested his chin on Ryan’s shoulder, releasing his grasp enough so that he could breathe but enough that he could feel comfortable knowing that they would all know what this gesture meant - - that Ryan was -his-, not theirs. He nuzzled Ryan’s neck and kissed it once gently, being overly cute on purpose. Sam was used to being the center of attention, and when it came to crowds it was no difference. He could entertain his own fans for hours, what with his tales of touring and tips for new musicians. No one really saw this side of Sam though, the gay-er, love-y Sam that he only showed when around Ryan, or in the past when he was around girlfriends. He could tell that the crowd was shocked by this, although he couldn’t tell if it was more of that the two of them were gay, that the two of -them- were gay, or that the two of them were gay with each other. “Hi all.” He said softly, nuzzling Ryan again. He loved public displays of affection, especially with one Ryan Aldridge. He hadn’t had the conversation about openness with him yet, and he wasn’t sure if Ryan knew that Sam was out and just not obnoxious about it - - really, you could’ve asked Sam if he liked boys months ago, and he would have answered honestly. He figured Ryan would be impressed, what with no cover ups having to be made and no lies to be thought up before hand to explain their heavy amount of time together. He hoped Ryan wouldn’t be like that, although he had this nagging feeling that Ryan didn’t give a fuck what other people thought about who he chose to date.
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Post by ava4 on Jul 22, 2009 15:03:24 GMT -4
AND I WILL KNOW YOU BY HOW YOUR BODY SPEAKS TO MEas we wander the night, singing to the streets.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The month of July was looking out to be really really good so far. Ryan was out of school for the summer -- thank god he chose not to take summer classes at UCLA, else he would be stuck in lecture and therefore wouldn't be able to do this tour. But yeah, July equaled seeing the rest of the country with his band, and there was nothing else he'd rather be doing with his time than making music for everyone with people that he cherished. Seriously, though the whole auditioning process was a bit on the douchey side, when you thought about it more it was probably the best decision that Ryan could've made in terms of A Remedy for Lies. The people he had met and added to their lineup were pretty much perfect, the best of who had come out during the week that he set aside for just random jam sessions in Los Angeles. Despite any other reputations (good or bad) the city may have had, LA was definitely a treasure trove -- and for that, Ryan was thankful. He had music to live for, something that he was really good at secretly, and he finally had the chance to share that love with other people and spread it to those who would listen -- he loved what he did and he loved every fan who appreciated it, but most of all, he really loved the fact that there was someone else other than his band mates and those countless fans around the country and maybe even the world who he could share it with. Sure, he may have been dating Skyline's frontman, Sam Delancey, for just about a week now, but still. As cliche as it may have sounded, the two of them really connected, and they shared more things in common than they could have realized from the first time they had met. And most importantly, they definitely made each other happy; in the end, that was really all that mattered now, wasn't it? He could totally get used to waking up every day next to Sam; the other boy was pretty much the cuddliest person ever. Really, having a boyfriend on tour was way different than he'd have expected it to be -- having a boyfriend again in general was different to begin with. With his concentration being on anything but love and the like, sure, he had been a little skeptical about the other singer taking a keen interest in him. And face it, even if Ryan pretended not to notice anything in Sam's behavior around him from that first time that they met, Luckily for him, Sam was a really good guy, the opposite of what everyone else could have told him. He was considerate and sweet, he wasn't too clingy and he actually had a want to be around him. And Ryan definitely found it cute, all the more reason for him to be rather happy with his gut's decision to say yes to Sam.
When the sun rose and seeped through the window that was next to his bunk -- it was safer to snuggle and whatever on Ryan's bus, simply because well...he felt a little awkward in the first place about Skyline even if he respected them as musicians, he just didn't know them well and how they felt about this -- Ryan groaned and murmured something about skipping signings and shows just to continue sleeping next to Sam. Of course, that wasn't gonna happen, and eventually they both got up and bid each other goodbye until later, sealing their promises to catch each other's sets with a flurry of kisses that happened one after the other. Oh, he couldn't break away, and when he did, he just wanted another one. Running his hand through his now dry hair, Ryan set down his hairdryer and unplugged it from the outlet, fixing his bangs with his slender fingers as he slid one of his grey cutoff shirts over his head. It looked pretty damn sunny and hot outside, and he most certainly didn't feel like baking out in the scorching sun while wearing a black shirt. Slipping his belt through the belt loops of his dark denim fitted jeans and adjusting it to fit his slender male waist, he glanced in the mirror one more time and then down to his legs as he opted to be lazy and just wear his Hurley sandals -- hey, it was summer after all. His Blackberry buzzed against the counter with the alert he had set for himself; it was already 11:45 and venue 'doors' had opened almost an hour ago, which meant that it really was about time he get his ass off his tour bus and start wandering around the grounds. Going back to the back bunk area, he retrieved a pair of his sunglasses from one of his bags and placed them on the top of his head as he half-assedly made his 'bed'; the scent of Sam's body wash and shampoo that still lingered in the air and on the sheets and pillow making him smile again. As with the tour routine, it all depended on what the tour staff wanted for the day, when they wanted whichever band to play at what time and on which stage. Ryan was pretty flexible and game for whatever they threw at him, whether it be an opener of the day at 11 in the morning or a closer towards 7 at night. Really, he didn't care when and where, he just enjoyed playing a lot. And that was what drew in people, the fact that Ryan Aldridge wasn't a total asshole of a musician; he wasn't doing it for the publicity or any sort of fame or money, he was doing it because it was legitimately what he wanted to do with his life. Of course, his grandparents would have rather him carry on with his education and become a doctor so they could be sure he was set for the rest of his life (also to make sure that he didn't end up like his mother, with no real future or education to fall back on), but the fact of the matter was that he was only twenty years old, his boyish spirit still ready to soar and let the wind of life take him anywhere. And it just so happened to be in music.
Finishing any cleaning up he had to do -- he was kind of a neat freak, only not to a crazy extent, he just liked coming back to a clean environment just because he hated messes and would rather not have to fix things when his body was already drained of energy from the various things he had to do with his band all day -- Ryan made sure he had his tour laminate on him and clipped to his jeans before grabbing a Red Bull from the bus fridge and making his way towards the front of the bus. Today, the plan consisted of just random merch booth hanging, both at his bands and those of the other ones on tour alongside him, as well as watching other sets on the stages to pass the time. As he walked off the bus he slid his shades on and over his eyes, sipping at his energy drink as he wandered into the main area of the lot where all the merch booths and stages were all set up. There were so many people already, and he could hear Pushing April playing on the main stage, mostly opening the whole day -- what a good choice by the tour staff. If there was anyone genuine about their opinions and support for bands it was Ryan -- he went out of his way to go watch others play when he wasn't on himself, as well as to say hello to people he knew in various bands like All For Scarlet and Divide By Zero, whether they be a member of the band itself or its crew. He was friendly, he was real and he knew how to balance himself in terms of the band and just being Ryan. And lurking on different music forums that discussed his band, he was pretty glad to see that everyone appreciated that, and that others would defend his act against those people who hated on him just because they thought he was being real to be fake, or was it fake to be real? Either way how did that work? It didnt, since Ryan was the biggest disapprover of fakes to begin with. Finding his own band's merch tent was a synch -- he was doing signings in 15 minutes at noon, and after he watched Skyline's set later at three, he would be just hanging around everywhere until five, when he was set to go on with A Remedy For Lies. The line of people (mostly girls, go figure) was fairly neat due to his crew's consideration to the blockage of the merch row; yeah, they were awesome and efficient. Slipping through the side of the tent the cool shade felt very good against his head, and he grinned as he peered at Danielle, his oldest and bestest friend from high school that he had succeeded in persuading to come along for at least a few dates of the tour and work as his right-hand lady. "You do such a good job, sweetie, can I hire you forever?" he teased, earning himself a playful slap on the arm as he tried to kiss her on the cheek. "PLEASSEEEEE? Oooh, no? Deniedddd?" Of course the girls in line were watching and saying they loved him; he definitely heard some of them saying that they wouldn't have denied him if he gave them a kiss, and Ryan only smirked again as he looked back up at the amount of people who came to the signing. Checking his Blackberry again, he tweeted via TwitterBerry that he was signing at noon, and as he saw that it was five minutes from that time he reached for one of the Sharpies on the table, next to the posters and cd and whatnot that were laid out carefully. "Wowwwwww," he said cheerfully, loudly as he smiled and uncapped the marker after setting his half-finished Red Bull down onto the table. "I love you guys, seriously. So, signings first, okay? Pictures after, you can make a line on this side for me, right?" He was so sweet, really.
Ryan always did pretty well with being social, talking to strangers as if he had known them forever -- it was just something that he was good at, being personable and approachable and all that. It made him the ideal publicist, the ideal frontman, and he continued to make talk with whoever was in front of him as he signed his name on whatever they were giving him. He did a few random pictures and videos of people asking him to say something for their friends, holding up signs and answering random questions such as 'what kind of chapstick do you use' or 'what's your favorite perfume on a girl' -- that last one definitely made him laugh. "What if I liked guys' cologne better than girls' perfume?" he asked and smiled, the discreet hint on his sexuality in his response as he signed a heart after his last name on the girl's poster. Again, Ryan wasn't the type of gay that would flaunt it to everyone in the world and their mother, he'd rather be known for his talent than the fact that he was a homosexual -- it didn't matter if he liked guys or girls, this was about making music and being yourself. "Danielle, what's that perfume that you wear?" he said in her direction with another laugh, knowing that he probably embarassed his best friend enough already in the last ten minutes of being there; she knew he loved her though. "I thnk you guys should buy some stuff from me right now," he added. "Hey there," he continued, greeting the next girl in line with that permanent smile of his as he reached his hand forward and took the CD she had just bought from his merch crew, using his thumb to break the plastic wrapping that encased it. As he was signing his name, he jumped a little at the feeling of someone behind him and wrapping their arms around him -- for a second he thought it was one of their crew members about to lift him up and drag him away as a joke like they usually did at every date they played, but no, it wasn't anyone from his band or his crew; the familiar scent of coconut reaching his nose. Seriously, Ryan's heart was like melting at that moment as he felt Sam's nose against his neck, followed by a small kiss that made him tingle. The smile never left his face even if those around him were watching him in awe -- it was basically a shocker, Ryan of A Remedy For Lies and Sam from Skyline? That merited a lot of 'no way!'s from everyone. As he finished writing his last name on the CD in his hand, Ryan tilted his head and placed a kiss on Sam's forehead. "Oh hey you," he said softly, repeating the gesture of the kiss but this time planting it softly on Sam's lips instead of on his forehead, "I thought you had some signings of your own?" Turning back to the girl in front of him, he held the CD in front of her a little bit in a victory pose. "For you, yes!" It felt so nice to be standing there, with Sam's arms wrapped around his waist; he definitely had great arms, and that's what Ryan liked. He also liked that Sam seemed pretty open about this, and he was glad that he didn't give a shit about who saw what -- besides, it wasn't like they were humping each other in public or whatever. "Ohmygod Ryan, is that your boyfriend?" the next girl, a brunette girl with wide blue eyes, asked -- Ryan tried to hold in his laughter at his observation of her bad dye job. "Yeah, he is," he said cheerfully and confidently, taking another sip of his Red Bull before taking the tour's official magazine that she was offering out to him. His smile was just...well, it really was permanent, and wider yet softer now that Sam was around. That's how good he made him feel. "He's cute, don't you think so?"
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Post by tatiana2 on Jul 23, 2009 17:06:50 GMT -4
- - look at us shake the sky !PULLING THE WHITES FROM MY EYES Sure, Sam did have some signings that he would have to do today, but his was coincidentally scheduled for not too long after Ryan's; one o'clock was a good time for his band, because they'd be rolling out of bed around that time. Sam, on the other hand, liked to be up and wandering around the minute the doors opened, just to prove the stereotype wrong. Everyone assumed that he was a douchey person, just because he happened to be able to produce screams and noises that only the devil should be able to make. For some reason it clicked in people's heads that hardcore automatically equaled asshole, which was completely wrong in Sam's head. He liked to think he was nice, and even if he did have bad days (like everyone else did) he still connected with the fans to try to get his reputation better. Still, whatever he did didn't seem to help, because he still saw things on the internet that were rather rude. Maybe if people saw him with his boyfriend, and saw him as a sweet human being for once, he wouldn't have such a horrible reputation to deal with. "Yep, but they aren't until later." He answered simply, his face breaking out into a smile as Ryan's lips hit his. It felt so nice to be able to have cute and not super sexual kisses, to be able to have physical contact without thrusting, and to over all be cute and not too sexual with a significant other. He'd been in relationships in the past where the girl just wanted to touch him all the time, and while that was flattering it was not at all practical.
Sam bit his lip coyly as a girl with not so great hair asked them if they were dating - - he turned to Ryan, he could easily answer this question. Sam hugged Ryan a little tighter as he answered the question, the answer still making his head go fuzzy and his heart jump. Having a boyfriend on tour was so nice, he couldn't understand why he hadn't had one before. Ryan was always there, perhaps not with him all the time and on his own bus, but it still felt nice to know that they were in the same vicinity, that they were under the same stars and that if Sam missed his boyfriend, he could always sneak off his bus and go over to A Remedy For Lies', where he could snuggle without making anyone feel uncomfortable. He loved his band mates to death, but he wasn't too sure how they felt about having Ryan half naked and snuggly on their bus. He respected his band mates' opinions more than the general public, who didn't seem as thrilled with Sam's choice of a partner - - he had gotten mixed reviews from fans, some saying that they would no longer listen to "fag" music, some who messaged him on MySpace just to say that they were supportive. He honestly could care less what people thought about him or his sexuality, because it was none of their business and it didn't affect the music in any way. How could people say that? That they wouldn't listen to his band just because he liked guys? His sexuality did not affect the music, because it wasn't like he was going on stage wearing Bruno outfits, and he wasn't writing lyrics that were, "I like to fuck boys, la di da di da." It was nice to know that people were supportive though, because that made his life at least a little bit easier.
Sam nudged Ryan's head with his own, pretending to be embarrassed by his question. He looked about the small gathering and blushed a little at the sea of nods, with the occasional "awwww" mixed in as well. He was not used to being in a cute relationship, not at all. In high school, his friends didn't like to hang out with him and his current girlfriend because they would end up making out in front of everyone and being really obnoxious, and then would most likely break up a few weeks later because they never had a real connection. He had one with Ryan - - he had a crazy connection with Ryan, to be honest. It was crazy strong, something he had never experienced before. Probably because while he was sexually attracted to Ryan in the first place, he had pushed those thoughts away because at the time he thought Ryan was straight, and he would rather connect with Ryan as a friend to not make things weird. That failed because then Sam started falling for the person that Ryan was, all that he stood for, all that he did and all that he sang. Then he mixed the emotional attraction with the physical attraction, and there you go - - the recipe for one super, fantastic relationship that Sam was going to fight for. This wasn't a fling, this wasn't a casual relationship that he was fine with throwing away at the end of this tour. Hell, they even lived in the same city - - was this destiny or just really, really fucking good luck?
He felt the flash of a camera on the side of his face, as a girl took out a very pink digital memory holder and clicked the silver button, the image of the two of them snuggling standing up frozen in time and kept to treasure forever. Sure, that would end up on a rumor website in no time, and everyone would know that the lead singer of Skyline was not only gay but was also dating the lead singer of another band, whose music was absolutely nothing like his own. But, really, Sam wanted that. He wanted the information to already be on the internet so that he wouldn't have to explain it over and over again to fans by himself, although he knew he'd have to confirm every five seconds. "I'm not as cute as Ryan, that's for sure." He answered, knowing very well that he was being cheesy and cute. He kissed Ryan's cheek just as another girl picked up her camera, hoping that with a little more proof, people would start to realize this on the internet and then their relationship could be more... real. Well, okay, that didn't mean anything, but when you were famous and you started dating someone, it was inevitable that you would get candid shots snuggling or kissing spread out about the internet, so that people who you didn't know could judge you based off of where your hands are or what you're wearing or how you look that day. People were going to see them - - Sam wasn't going to hide this relationship, he'd rather flaunt it. So why not pose for the pictures, and make people believe it even more?
A girl pushed a tour shirt in his direction, one that was a neonish green color that had all of the bands listed on the back, along with the tour logo on the front and the dates listed for future reference. "Will you sign this for me?" She asked, and Sam gave a sideways glance at Ryan. He didn't want to let go of his boyfriend, but he had to be nice, so that these girls wouldn't gang up on him and tell Ryan that Sam wasn't good enough. "Sure..." He said half heartedly, accepting the shirt and pen. He had to let go of Ryan, and his heart fell a little as he lost the warmth that came from Ryan's body heat. It didn't matter if it was too warm outside - - he liked being able to feel Ryan's presence. He flattened the shirt against his hand and then signed it small, drawing a smiley face after his name - - he used to draw hearts, but now that would be null and void. All of his hearts went to Ryan now. He leaned against his boyfriend again, wrapping one arm around his waist to pull him closer. His palm rested on Ryan's hip, his fingers loosely entangling in his belt loop, despite the belt already there. A sly grin swept over Sam's face and he leaned over to whisper in Ryan's ear, all the while threatening to attack his ear lobe with his mouth. It really was dangerous that Sam knew about that. "After your signing, meet me back at my bus for a little bit." He said quietly, his eyes keeping an eye out for cameras again - - he really did love the attention of the press, even if they were just little girls. "Cause there are things I can't do in front of people that I really wanna do." He let his lips touch Ryan's ear lobe for a second before pulling back to smile at the girls, all steadily watching. It was amusing how much they paid attention to cute gay boys.
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