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Post by arielle on Jul 24, 2009 9:46:06 GMT -4
----------WELL I'VE BEEN DOWN ACROSS ROAD OR TWObut now i've foundTHE VELVET SUN IT SHINES ON ME AND YOU
Although Arielle would rather walk around the rest of the tour in nothing but her underwear and bra than admit it, she really did miss her brother. It was hard going from seeing him almost every waking minute of every day, especially now when they were out on the road, except when he was at the signing booth or on stage or with one of his many little girlfriends to barely seeing him at all. Still, Ellie had made the best exit yet in one of their fights -- she had always threatened leaving her position at the merch table for Forever Till February (God, she hated that job) to work for another band. Even hauling ass and moving equipment around would be better than sitting behind that stupid fold up table, selling t-shirts to over eager, squealing fans. She'd rather gauge her eyeballs out with a spoon than ever ask someone what size and color shirt they wanted, and that was a fact.
So, during her's and Matt's last fight, Ellie finally did what she had been threatening to do all along. She left the band and joined up her secret boyfriend Alek's band Divide By Zero as a roadie. It really was a whole hell of a lot better than her former position -- even though her muscles and bones ached after hauling around heavy speakers and amps, she got to see Alek a lot more and without her brother's overly protective and annoying questions. It had only really been a few weeks since she had left her brother's band to join up with the DBZ crew, but it was starting to feel like a lot longer than that. In all honesty, Arielle had sort of been avoiding her brother -- she knew that the first time he saw her he'd probably do nothing short of dragging her to the doctor's office to make sure her virginity was still in tact. Not that she really could blame him, though -- there were some pretty slimy dudes on this tour, and Ellie wouldn't be surprised if a few of them had spiked a girl's drink in the past.
After Divide By Zero had finished their set that day, Ellie snapped out of her trance, gave Alek a quick kiss on the lips before anyone could see and began helping move the equipment off the stage. Instantly she had flash backs of the first time she had moved the equipment for the band -- it had honestly been really hellish. Ellie was an aspiring musician, a writer even, a nerd of all sorts but none of that background helped her with the plethora of chords laying around everywhere. She was sure that before the tour was over, she'd fuck up again just like she had the first time (gave the wrong person the wrong chords -- whoops), but she supposed that at this point at least Alek's band mates had caught onto her and Alek's relationship and didn't really get too upset with her. Besides, look at Arielle -- how can you get angry at a face like that?
Once the equipment was all packed away, Ellie went back to the bus and freshened herself up. She got pretty sweaty moving amps to and fro -- not that she minded. Although she was a beautiful girl, she didn't really have to put that much effort into her appearance. At least, nothing that she'd grumble about for hours that she'd have to redo or retouch. Usually after Divide By Zero was done playing, Arielle would go in search for Aleksander so they could have their usual post-show make out session in whatever area of privacy they could find. Not today, though...she knew that she was going to have to face Matthew soon, so why put it off any longer? It's not like he was some random guy that she could avoid -- he was her brother, and regardless of what she said she really did love him, even throughout their silly, stupid fights. Arielle went off in search for her brother -- who was pretty easy to spot inside the merch table thanks to the swarms of fans standing outside.
Arielle smiled, walking behind the tent and dropping her bag down on the grassy ground before taking a seat on her brother's lap. Oh, so what. She was nineteen -- but she honestly still acted like a two year old that just wanted some love from her big brother. "Would you get mad if I told all of your fans that you slept with a teddy bear till you were fourteen?" she angled herself on his skinny legs so that she was halfway facing the table and him at the same time. A devilish smile appeared on her lips and she slid off of his lap and onto the chair next to him. "Hi," she waved half heartedly at him, rubbing her lips together. Was the guilt in her voice so apparent? Wait -- why did she even feel so guilty? Her brother didn't own her. He was a big boy, he could handle himself without her being around all the time...right?
tagged:matthew hirsh words:859 wearing:click lyrics:on top - the killers notes: sucks credits: template to OPHELIA! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by tatiana5 on Jul 24, 2009 15:23:53 GMT -4
( SHE'S NINETEEN AND A BEAUTY QUEEN )* she makes the boys feel so weak , There was nothing in the world that Matthew loved more than his sister. Sometimes he had a shitty way of showing it, and he didn't always treat her like she had a brain and could make her own decisions, but it was only because he loved her too much to be treated like crap in an industry where the crew would either be absolutely loved or hated, where they would either be left completely alone or stalked by fans. He just wanted to protect her, to make sure she stayed safe while on this wild ride, and to make sure that she stayed innocent as long as possible. Yeah, she was only about two years younger than him, but that didn't mean anything -- he still saw her as a little six year old who had come crying to him after getting pushed off her bike by a bully. He had always felt the need to make sure she was safe, why would this crazy, nation wide tour be any different? If anything, there were more risks here; more boys, more hormones, more drugs. And he couldn't let her partake in any of that, thank you very much. He had protected her from boys for as long as he could remember -- in high school, he would threaten to beat up her boyfriends, and if they didn't back off, he would hurt them. Sure, he might have had some issues, but he couldn't let his little sister get hurt. Because after all, all boys wanted was sex and a good time -- he should know, he was one. And another thing; he couldn't possibly let his sister love a different boy more than she loved him, right?
And then Arielle had to go and quit being the merch girl -- not only did he feel terrible about driving her to do so, but he also felt extremely angry that she was able to find another job. What was with those Divide By Zero guys anyways? He was certain that one of them wanted in his little sister's pants, and so he tried his hardest to keep an eye on her whenever he had a spare moment. Then again, he often got side tracked with his own hormones, but he always had his ears open for rumors about his sister and those sketchy guys, wondering which one had the wish to take her virginity. If he was a little more crazy, he probably would have slapped a chastity belt on her, but that probably wouldn't help. He had to come to realize that his little Ellie had a mind of her own, and that she had grown up whether he wanted her to or not... but Matthew wasn't going to give up his perfect little image of his innocent and childish sister -- especially since the alternative was thinking of her as a cracked out whore, which was an image that made him shake his head violently to try to erase that second long memory.
That morning, he had thrown on a blue t-shirt and his lazy jeans -- that is, ones that weren't so tight that he had to put any effort into putting them on. They were still a little saggy because he had no ass, and as much as he wished his belt would help, it didn't. He put on his precious red Nikes and a red hat to match (no one could accuse Matthew of being poorly dressed, unless you were Stacy and Clinton who just didn't like what anyone had to wear) and headed out the door, checking his phone's calendar for his schedule for the day. He had hoped that he would be able to walk around all day, with a half an hour for his set, but his day was pretty full. His manager wanted him to go hang around the merch booths, hoping that if enough girls hit on him, they would sell just a few more booty shorts or tight shirts. That's how they made money to do all those fun things, like tour, and party, and make really awesome music videos. Merch... merch sales were really what could make or break you, which was why it was important to have good designs and a pretty face to sell them. And hey, most people would say that Matthew Hirsch's face was a pretty one.
Just a few minutes after he arrived, choosing to sit on the inside of he booth in order to not get molested by teenage girls, his sister came up out of no where. He looked at her funny as she slid onto his lap, proving his theory that she was still a little girl. He stared at her blankly as she made a joke, at least an attempt to mend their hurting brother-sister relationship. "Yes I would."
[/color] He answered, his face breaking out into a grin as he realized that he was talking to his sister for the first time in over a week. He really did miss her, even if they did annoy each other like crazy most of the time. She slid off of his lap again, probably a good thing because the fans around the table were giving her a death stare -- "Hey, sis." He emphasized, before too many of the girls got murderous plans in their heads. "I thought you hated this tent?"[/color] He asked a little bitterly, turning back to his job of signing and selling -- this was a routine that he had become accustomed to now that they were down a merch girl. Despite sounding a little bitter, even to himself, he honestly couldn't blame her. He knew she had wanted to be a musician since forever, and it must have sucked to see her older brother become what she could only dream of doing. He really wished he could help her out, but he had exhausted all of his resources trying -- the fact that she was his sister didn't help his case, because it looked like he was just trying to use his connections to make his family happy. "Sorry. I'm glad you're talking to me again."[/color] He said, leaning over to give her a hug, despite a girl in front of him asking for a signature. [/center] TAGGED ?! Emily as Arielle, duh. WORDS ?! 1047 NOTES ?! I totally reused this coding.
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