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Post by jazz on Jul 16, 2009 21:14:43 GMT -4
I KNEW THIS WAS A DREAM [/color][/font] it was too good to be true[/color][/font][/i] [/center] Today was a long day for Tomas. One gap of free time had been impossible as he ran all over Vegas since the early morning, doing signings, talking to techs, and then talking to fans. The problem with Tom was he had a problem when it came to saying ‘no’. He liked making everyone happy and that meant he rarely had any time for himself. The bassist didn’t mind it, as he wasn’t even sure what he’d do with the extra few minutes, but it would have been nice to have been able to catch his breath as he ran around. Between all of this, he had nothing to eat and had pretty much been surviving off water after missing lunch. Unfortunately, Tom was no fish, so when dinner time rolled around he thought his stomach might tear itself apart. After wrapping up a conversation with one of his tour buddies working at the merch stand, Tom made a bee-line for the concessions. His brisk speed showed he had a destination in mind, and he was happy that no one had tried to stop and talk to him. The boy would even sit there hungry, torturing himself, and listen to them simply to be polite.
Chewing on his cheek, his light blue eyes brightened with relief as he saw the stand. It might not look like much, but seriously, that building at this time was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The desperateness he was feeling could probably only relate to a man in a desert staring at an oasis. Of course, the relief was short lived when he noticed the line. “Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he walked to the back of it. He was going to die. He hated waiting in lines and right now he felt like his stomach was beginning to eat him from the inside out. Could you faint from being this hungry? ‘Cause Tomas had never fainted before, but maybe today he’d be able to try it. Reaching a hand into his faded loose jeans with a brown belt wrapped around them, he took out his wallet and frowned at how low on cash he was. Great, he was starving and now when he was in the line to fulfill his need, he couldn’t. Well, he’d just have to go far with the dollars he had and even if he was still hungry he could mooch off of someone else he knew. Smirking at his battle plan, he glanced down counting how many people were in front of him. Probably another ten minutes of suffering.
Putting his arms across his chest, over his white and red hurley shirt, Tom knew he was terrible when it came to lines. He wasn’t exactly the type of guy that got angry and told people to hurry the fuck up, but he couldn’t sit still. The nineteen year old was always moving, so standing still was just so annoying. First he just stood there, chewing on his lip impatiently, but before he knew it he began playing brown leather bracelet on his arm. The line was slowly getting shorter and shorter, and he was right up front when the person in front of him decided to give a long order. What, were they ordering a buffet? Tomas knew he shouldn’t be so harsh, but he was dying here. Throw him a bone. It felt like a millennium when the kid finished ordering and struggled to carry his food away, and the bassist was quick to walk up to the register. “I’d like two hamburgers, a soda, and…” he began, and felt like listing more when he realized he was reaching his limit, “Nevermind. That’s all.” There was a little disappointment in his voice, knowing that what he selected probably wouldn’t fill him up. Maybe after he went back to the tour bus he’d grab some more cash and ask if any of his bandmates wanted ice cream or something.
Being a big guy and having the metabolism any skinny person would be jealous of, Tom required a lot. A whole pizza was only an appetizer for him half the time, and it wasn’t unfamiliar to him when people referred to his stomach as a bottomless pit. He knew it sounded disgusting, but he needed a lot in order to function. When he finally got his food, he thanked the person running the stand, and grabbed the first open table he could spot. He had no time to get picky and was already unwrapping the first hamburger as he began sitting down. In a few minutes that first hamburger was already gone, the aluminum smashed up in a little neat ball next to him. Just having that meal, that seemed fairly miniscule to him, eased his hunger to a standable degree. Grabbing his soda and taking the straw in between his lips, he drank the sugary sprite down quickly. He knew all this shit was terrible for him, and normally would try avoiding junk food, but when you were this hungry you couldn’t attempt to be a health freak on tour grounds. Everything was pretty much fried and full of grease. Really, it was a weight watchers nightmare.
Taking a bite out of his second hamburger, now at a reasonably slower pace, he tried to pick someone out he knew from the others eating around him. Sitting and eating alone wasn’t very ideal for him. Tomas was a social butterfly and now that he was dying from starvation, he wouldn’t mind some company. Plus if it was a friend of his maybe he could borrow a few dollars and get a first course to go with this entrée.
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Post by deanna on Jul 18, 2009 14:41:33 GMT -4
'cause it's all been done, and it's all been said[/font] we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get.[/size][/center] Molly wasn't one for working hard. Nah, she much better preferred to be considered hardly working. Honestly, how could she even fit the hard worker criteria? She was the one that breezed through interviews and signings, those were her favorites. She loved to talk. It was most of what she was good for. So, like a good front-woman, that was the job she was usually left with. Time after time she'd answer the most of the same questions over and over again. "How did you guys all meet?" "Where did you get that name?" Her personal favorite was, "So, what's it like being the only girl?" It made her laugh. Since when was that ever a problem? Well, maybe. Maybe it was. But she'd grown so used to it, she didn't even stop to think twice about being surrounded by testosterone. That was usually included in her answer, in one way or another. "It's no big deal. Really." She smiled then, she always smiled. The smile was reassuring, and usually included in the interview. "They're just boys. If I had a problem with touring with them, I don't think I'd be in this band to begin with." Of course, she never seemed to give the rigth answer there, she could tell by their reaction. The interviewer was looking for some kind of internal drama. They wanted the dirty details, of course. Even if there were some, she wouldn't be giving them out any time soon.
It was a magazine, she thought. Yeah. Some magazine whose name escaped her as soon as the interviewer shook her hand, wished her luck, and disappeared through the door to go find someone else to talk to or something. Whatever. As soon as the door latched shut, Molly quickly took in the fact that she was alone. It was the sound of the air conditioner whirring, blasting air on her shoulders so that they were cold to the touch, and the almost silent engine in the mini-fridge that reminded her. Sure, there were other things, those two were the only ones that she bothered to acknowledge. Yeah, she was alone. It was something that most people would embrace. It would be quiet time, time to collect her thoughts. And, sure, she had lots to think about lately.
She was still stuck on missing home. Orlando, rather. She liked Florida, the climate and everything. Las Vegas just didn't compare in the least bit. The vibe was different, and she couldn't see any magical castles from the tourbus. Casinos, but no princesses. Plus, she missed her cat. She always missed her cat. Stanley was her baby, and everyone knew that. At least she had Tristan with her. Her brother? She'd missed him a lot. So much. She loved that he was with her this time. He was, after all, the part of her family that she liked to claim. Him, and that cat. She considered the band to be her family these days, actually. They did live together. They looked after her. She felt secure around them, and that's what a family was, right? 'Course, they made her feel other ways too. Sometimes they were just so obnoxious. And they each had their own little ways of doing so. One, Jesse, was deadset on giving her a love life. Not from him, god no. Never. But he'd picked up on the way she looked as someone else. How she acted around him. And now he wouldn't let it go. But Molly couldn't. She couldn't date Trent. That was just...
She needed to get out.
A quick check for her laminate, and Molly was out of that bus. Walking, not nessicarily to a specific place or for a specific reason. Only to not be alone. Maybe that was the reason. Huh. Anyways. She was out, not really looking for a certain person to talk to, or a certain thing to talk about. The first person to stop her, she'd talk to them. She'd walk until that happened. Problem sloved when she heard her named called from her right, towards a fence. Fans. A small group of them. Females. She smiled to herself, and they wouldn't know that it was because she was not only happy that they "loved" her, but most because she wasn't one of the guys. They threw themselves at those guys, Tj, Jesse, Tom and Matthew with their "I LOVE YOU"s and marriage proposals. "HAVE MY BABIES!" Except, she didn't understand that one. But Molly, the good person that she was, walked right on over to the fence and talked to the girls. She took pictures with them, signed whatever they passed through the metal diamonds. And talked. They talked until, quite frankly, Molly found herself a little bored. She appreciated their fans. She loved meeting and had always meant it when she said that she wanted to meet them all. Making up an excuse to leave was welcomed once or twice, though. And when her stomach growled, loud enough for the group to hear, she silently thanked it. The perfect getaway. She excused herself as graciously as she could, joking that her stomach would digest itself if she didn't feed herself.
The line was ridiculous, as always. It was either show up early (when was early?), wait in the middle, or suffer towards the end when the food was gross and a little cold. Whatever. She could wait. Waiting was easy, and she was patient. Usually, she could strike up a conversation with whoever she was around because, face it, she knew a large portion of the bands already. Meeting people was easy. This time she ended up behind a techie. She couldn't remember what band he was with, but they'd spoken before about how to play Texas Hold 'Em or something before. She still didn't know how to play, but he didn't need to know that. Come time to order, Molly bought herself some nachos and a large Coke. It worked. The only real problem was finding a place to sit. The possibilities were endless, but she preferred to eat with friends.
The heat from the cheese was starting to scald her fingers, or something. It was hot, she was uncomfortable, and she should have grabbed some napkins. Oh, but her hands were full, and there was no point in turning back. Now, she just needed a seat. Quickly, she scanned the area for empty seats then checked to see who was sitting next to them. And then, a smile. A rather large one, as she found her perfect, ideal seat. Of course, her pace quickened. She needed that seat, and she didn't say a thing until she was planted securely in it.
"Hello sunshine!" Molly grinned, her voice matching the delighted look on her face perfectly. After all, she'd missed Tom completely today. No good morning or anything. Not fair for a best friend.
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