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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 28, 2009 15:03:12 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE ! Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Being backstage at a show was an unusual experience. It was one of those experiences where you either loved it, or whenever it happened all you wanted to do was kill yourself. The opinion always depended on the person's personality, and how well they could deal with crowds and getting yelled at. There was always drama backstage, it didn't matter what stage it was. Bands were always pushing around either trying to get on or off stage. Managers were flipping out because maybe a member was a few minutes late, and the hair and make-up artists were always putting the last touches on the band members before pushing them out the door to the stage. It was loud and it was rough, and for Angus Patrick Brodie it was like a home away from home. That knotting feeling in the pit of his stomach was one of the best feelings in the world. There was that adrenaline rush and he was just ready to go. And then there was that feeling of relief when he got off stage. The knots came undone and he knew that for the rest of the night he could just hang around. Well that feeling was equally as rewarding for him. Especially when the crowd had gotten to the point where they were so loud that you could hear a slight humming from backstage. Now that was truly the best feeling in the world.
And that was the exact feeling that Mr. Angus had at that particular moment. His body felt disgusting. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair and clothes were all soaked. They were so drenched that they started sticking to his skin in some really uncomfortable places. The only thing that was stopping his hair from sticking to his face was a bright red bandana tied securly around his head to keep his hair in place. It always seemed to get in the way during shows and just about everything else. But Angus wouldn't cut it if someone paid him to. Not only that, but he probably smelt like some horribly pungent mixture of cocaine, sweat, and alien semen. It was pretty nasty. But none of that mattered to Angus at the moment. The yells and whoops of the crowd were still ringing high and piercing his ear drums. Angus was practically on cloud nine. As the next band pushed past him to get on stage, Angus just barely dodged the flailing arms. And he probably wouldn't have noticed even if they had hit him. He was too focused on getting himself to the couch in the corner. As much as Angus loved being on stage and performing for people, it was tiring work. So when his eye caught onto the black couch in the corner, he claimed it. Okay technically he didn't claim it, but he did in his mind. And that was all that mattered.
Fortunately for him the couch had no one on it when he stepped off stage, and it took seconds before it was in his eye-line. A few hands reached out to pat him on the back and tell him that they did a good job. When that happened he stalled for a second. But the stall was only long enough to give them a smile and tell them thanks. And after that was done, he would take a few more steps toward the couch before it would happen again. And when the couch was finally an arms-length away, Angus ran straight into someone. Or maybe they ran into him. Either way, it didn't matter. His body quickly twisted so he could see who it was that he had run into and if he could possibly stop them from falling to the ground. Before Angus' eyes could catch on to whoever it was he had bumped into he spit out his apology. It made it easier than having to apologize straight to someone's face. And even so, Angus would probably have ended up doing that anyway, because that was just the way he was. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: seven-hundred and one! notes: and so it begins. =D i apologize for how lame this post is.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 28, 2009 17:13:43 GMT -5
 i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy[/color][/font][/center] Today was the worst day in the history of days. First she had woke up to Dahlila deciding that she wanted to change her hair color. Again. Now this wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't just dyed Dahlila's hair for her about three days ago and the fact that she wanted it done before the show. That meant that pretty much meant that breakfast could be skipped without much questioning from her brother which she guessed was a good thing but still she didn't really enjoy running out to the store without time to get herself ready. Then of course there was getting her hair ready and actually dying it. Normally Bella liked to take the morning off to do what she wanted but if she had left this till later there was no way that the keyboard player would be ready for the stage. Well not in the usual perfect way the Bella liked to send her out in. Then the absolute worst conceivable thing happened. Her straighteners broke. Straight out snapped in half after someone stood on the bag they were in. Yes that was the joy of a communal backstage area. Nothing was safe and nothing was sacred.
That meant her afternoon was spent running around like a mad woman trying to source another set that met up to her standards. There were several pairs of straighteners on the bus but none of them were powerful enough to take on the hours of work she had for them. For a three person band they certainly had a lot of hair. Eventually though she had managed to track down and set just in time to get started on prepping everyone for tonights show which was not an easy task. Almost every five minutes she had to tell River not to look down at his freaking phone. Seriously the boy was texting constantly and it was annoying as hell when he did it while she was trying to fix his hair. Not that she would ever tell him that, no she simply kept reminding him with a gentle 'look forward for me Riv' every time he let his head drop. Sometimes she really was to nice for her own good. It was just something about her quiet voice and the way she would ask instead of tell that just meant it was easy for people to ignore her sometimes.
Everyone was finally ready right now and looking as perfect as they always did. Sure they were all drop dead gorgeous, more so than she could ever dream of being but she took a certain pride in being the one to make them look even better. It was her work that hundreds of teenage girls were trying to emulate in their bedrooms and that was more than she could ever ask for. Even if those girls didn't know who she was. Threatening Brayden to make sure that everyone stayed looking exactly where as they did she left them. For the first time today she didn't have anywhere to be or anything to do. It was a strange sort of freedom that she didn't know what to do with right now. A normal person would have went and got something to eat. But secretly she was happy she had managed to get this far through the day without eating anything. Instead she decided to just hang out and soak up the atmosphere she had grown to love. She was just on her way to get a soda when as bumped into someone. It was one of those moments where they just hadn't seen each other. Looking up quickly he was already apologizing and she had already began to turn red. "No, no it was my fault. I wasn't looking whe..." Stopping mid sentence partially because she had noticed she was about to start babbling and secondly because she had actually looked at who she had just walked into. They didn't know each other but she had seen him around a lot backstage and had always had a sort major minor crush on him. Bella turned her head quickly, hoping he wouldn't have noticed that second wave of blushing that seeing him had brought on. Now would have been a good time to say something but honestly all words seemed lost to her right now. Well except, the words you, are, and an idiot.
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 28, 2009 23:28:42 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Angus didn't actually recognize the voice of the person who he had bumped into. But he could tell that whoever it was was definitely a female. He felt even dumber than he had before. He definitely would have been able to handle an angry man. Getting yelled at by some angry jerk wasn't really that bad. It was bad, but bumping into a female was ten times more embarassing. He could easily talk his way out of it using that 'Angus charm' that he took so much pride in. But that didn't change the fact that there were at least ten other people who had seen it happen. And then Angus saw just who he bumped into and he felt ten times dumber. When Angus saw just who he had bumped into he didn't notice that the girl hadn't finished her sentence. When Angus saw just who he had bumped into, he didn't even notice that her cheeks were a bright pink in color. When Angus saw just who he bumped into he could barely find the words to say for himself. When Angus saw just who he had bumped into he could have sworn that his head leapt out of his chest and was now sitting and feeling quite snug in the girls palm, and suddently he forgot all about the call of the couch. Hell, he straight up forgot his own name for a second.
It wasn't often that Angus was shaken from how attractive someone was. He had seen his fair share of attractive men and women. He had actually dated most of those men and women. But this girl... he couldn't even put it into words. This girl was so beautiful that Angus literally felt his jaw drop a little. She wasn't just 'pretty' or 'cute', or any of that unconventional crap. She was straight up gorgeous. Angus actually found himself staring at her for a minute. And during that minute he could have sworn that his brain actually stopped working. Who was this girl and why hadn't he met her before? Well that didn't really matter at the moment. What did matter was that this wasn't just any old groupie that Angus could charm into doing just about whatever he wanted. Well for all Angus knew she could have been a groupie, because he didn't actually recognize her. He knew he couldn't have possibly seen her before, because he definitely would have remembered a face like that.
The flawless skin of Angus' cheeks flushed. The blush was probably barely noticeable, but from Angus' point of view it felt like his face was on fire. It was unusual for him and he kind of wished he hadn't worn the damn bandana around his head. When in doubt, Angus would always hide behind he hair. That was just something he had always done. Even back in grade school when he had 'proposed' to the 'love of his life' on the kickball field, Angus had to resort to his hair when she pushed him on the ground and said that boys were gross and had cooties. Angus had hidden behind his hair when he asked out his first girlfriend. Angus had hidden behind his hair when he lost his virginity. Angus hid behind his hair when he got his first boyfriend, and when he told his parents about his first boyfriend. He had been heart-broken, but he had since moved on. The situation was always shifting and somehow different, but that habit of hiding behind his hair in stressful or embarassing situations had always stuck with him.
When Angus' brain finally seemed to slip back into its regular place a moment later, he shook his head a bit. But even he had to admit that he was still feeling a little dazed. "Oh no. That was totally my fault. I was way to focused on getting to that couch." Uhm, ew. Way to go Angus. Within about ten seconds Angus had managed to make himself look like some kind of lazy asshole. And well...he kind of was, but that wasn't something that people were supposed to learn about him right away. Especially like the girl who currently stood in front of him. "Oh sorry I'm dumb. I'm Angus." Angus braced himself for a laugh. He got laughed at a lot for his name. It wasn't like he really cared though. He would have laughed at his name too if it wasn't his own. It was definitely an unusual name. But then again, Angus was definitely an unusual kid so it all worked out [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: seven-hundred and eighty-six! notes: i was feeling kind of repetitive during this post? well they're slowly starting to get better.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 29, 2009 10:58:00 GMT -5
i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy [/color][/font][/center] Now this was a strange situation. She knew this boy but she didn't know him at all. See it doesn't even make sense. Looking at him she could definitely say she had seen him before, she did spend most of her time backstage after all so there weren't very many people she didn't vaguely recognize. Not that many of them would recognize her. Not only was she just a member of some other bands crew, not important at all to most of the others backstage but she did go out of her way to make sure she wasn't memorable. Bella much preferred to just blend into the background and go unnoticed. If no one noticed her no one would notice that she really had nothing going for her. She didn't have a particularly fun personality, well not in comparison to the girls here who would do just about anything and she certainly didn't live up to them physically. Or so she kept telling herself. To anyone else Isabella was probably above average on the pretty scale with a nicely proportioned body to match but her own mind told her differently.
Right now though she was trying to at least act like a normal person. Her eyes refused to look back up at him out of fear she would blush even harder. So that was not the best way to seem like a normal person but it seemed the best of her two options. Her hands mindlessly played with the bottom of her slightly baggy cami top. God how she wished she had had more than ten minutes to get ready today. That being said she had made the most of those ten minutes and by most peoples standards would have looked amazing. But like i said before Isabella was incredibly self critical and didn't see herself in quite the same way as the rest of the world. As he spoke she looked up in the direction of the couch he had been trying to get to. It was probably the comfiest of all the couches back here. Nodding her head slightly she almost apologized again but it seemed like if she did that they would be stuck in a loop of never ending apology's and he did look like he had a good reason to want to sit down. "You should go get it now.
[/color]" She said quietly, hoping she didn't sound like she wanted to get rid of him. " The good couches never stay empty for long."[/color]" She added with a slight nervous giggle in her voice. Looking back to him for just a fraction of a second she forced a pretty smile onto her lips trying to make sure that she hadn't sounded as though she didn't want him there. Well a part of her didn't want him there because she was making a fool of herself. On the other hand she still wanted to get to know him a little. I mean, he seemed nice enough and quite honestly he was one of the most stunningly handsome men she had ever seen. Angus. It was an unusual name but she liked that. It was much better than her boring old name. " I'm Isabella.[/color]" Was the only thing she could think of to respond with. It was an incredibly awkward feeling moment for her at least. A moment passed where she didn't know what to say or what to do. Her hands busied themselves with the hem of her shirt again as she tried to think of something to make her seem less idiotic. " I was going to get a soda, do you want one?[/color]" Was that really the best she could think of? Apparently it was.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 29, 2009 18:07:51 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -For a second Angus almost felt his heart jump back into his throat and sink into the pit of his stomach. He should have been expecting her to not want him near her. She had probably heard about either his sexual escapades or the fact that he had just gotten out of jail, but either way she would know that he was bad news. The truth was that Angus wouldn't blame her for a second if she didn't want him around. He didn't even want him around. It just didn't make things any less discouraging. "Yeah, that's true." Angus took another look over at the couch. There was already another couple on it, who were getting 'cozy'. Literally, there were hands and limbs everywhere, and Angus knew that at least one of them was drunk. Not that people didn't try to get it on on backstage couches when they were sober, they just weren't THAT messy. Angus felt himself cringe a little on the inside. Did he honestly look like that when he was drunk? Ew sauce. "But by the looks of it some pretty shady stuff has gone down on that couch...literally." Angus didn't really have room to judge them though. He had been in that situation more than once. But he would never would have expected anyone to actually sit on the couch after things like that happened.
Isabella? Angus had always liked that name. It just seemed like the kind of name that a princess or someone of noble birth would have. It was just so pretty. But so was the girl currently standing in front of him, so it fit her well. It was so unlike his name. Angus. Angus always thought his name sounded way too close to the word mukus. And once you got past that his name really didn't do him justice at all. His name sounded pretty manly and robust. The kind you'd see some kind of Scottish lord having. But Angus was not manly, robust, and he was Scottish but he was far from a lord. The corners of Angus' mouth twisted up into a sweet kind of smile. It actually looked kind of childish. "I like your name." If Angus' brain could have come up with anything more lame than that to say it probably would have. What kind of dork says something like that to a girl? Apparently the kind of dork that Angus was.
Seeing Isabella mess with her shirt made Angus a little uncomfortable. She was clearly trying to avoid looking at him in any way. And the fact that Angus couldn't figure out why was what was bothering him. She couldn't possibly have been nervous. If anything, Angus should have been the nervous one. And oh, he was. There was some kind of race going on between his heartbeat and his mind to see which was faster. And they were both going so fast that it almost made him sick. But then Angus looked down at what he was wearing, and his mind started working a little faster. What had he been thinking when he got dressed this morning? He hadn't said anything to the Zombie Block Party's stylist when they were assisting him in picking out an outfit, becuase well he never did. It was always assumed by everyone that the dorky guitarist would be the one who wore the crazy outfits to entertain the fans. And sure, Angus had learned to accept this role. But seriously, when he met someone like Isabella he would have preferred not to be wearing 1980's running shorts and large red heart shaped glasses that surprisingly enough were prescription. Okay well maybe the heart shaped glasses were fitting to the situation. But Angus didn't really enjoy wearing his heart on his sleeve...or face.
Angus felt himself smile a little bit more when Isabella mentioned getting a soda. Clearly she wasn't trying to duck away from him as quickly as possible. Or maybe she was just trying to be nice to him to get him to leave her alone as quickly as possible? Either way, she wasn't going to have much luck with that Within not even a full five minutes she had managed to catch his interest. And when Angus expressed interest in someone, especially after such a short amount of time he became like some kind of parasite only worse. You couldn't get rid of him if you jumped into a pit of acid and and then batched in nails. Either way, that couch in the corner was no longer of interest to him unless Isabella was sitting next to him. "Yeah sure. Just point the way because I have no idea where I would be able to obtain one." Goddamnit. He already started using strange words in large complicated sentences. And that sweet yet totally dorky smile was still plastered on his face. He was officially in his 'Let's make you look like as big of a dork possible!' mode. [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: eight-hundred and fifty-five! notes: and they just keep getting better =D.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 29, 2009 19:31:38 GMT -5
i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy [/color][/font][/center] Her eyes naturally focused in on the couch when he mentioned it and she just as naturally looked away. It wasn't that she was a prude or anything she just didn't really feel comfortable watching at moments like the one that was playing out on the couch. It stemmed from the fact that she would hate to think that someone was watching her on the few occasions she had found herself in a similar situation. Hell she didn't even like the boy she was with to be watching her too much in their more private moments. She was very much a lights out kind of girl, or at least under the covers. Like i said though occasions where she had let herself be that intimate with an other person were rare. Only those she trusted fully were allowed to get close enough to her for that, and i mean physically. Thats why it felt so strange that for what must have been at least five minutes now she couldn't get the thought of what it would be like to kiss this boy, to kiss Angus out of her head.
Brushing a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear she smiled a more natural smile. "Thanks. I-I like your's too. It's different but not stupidly crazy.
[/color]" Dammit did she just stutter? She was sure she had stuttered. Way to go Bella. But what she had said was true. Some people named their babies some pretty crazy shiz. There was a L'Oreal at her high school. Yes like the shampoo. Maybe she should have told him that story so it didn't seem like she was just saying it because he had but at the same time did he really want to know about a girl she hadn't even spoke to more than twice. Worse yet he could have been one of those people that had already planned out the names of his future children and he thought L'Oreal was a nice name. Well it was a nice name, for a freaking shampoo. No it was much safer just to leave it where she had, even if it was stupid. Looking down she for some reason found herself looking at his feet. She was one of those people that when she seen words she had to read them. Although right now she had to fight the urge to do that because given their current position the only thing she could make out was that there were words. To actually read them she would have to move a few inches to the right, or left i guess as shoes do tend to match but that is beyond the point. To read the words she would have to move and then she would feel like she would have to explain why she moved and well 'i wanted to read your shoe' just didn't sound like a very good excuse for moving. Well maybe it was a good reason to move but it didn't seem like a smart reason to move and she was already looking quite idiotic with the blushing and not being able to actually look at him for more than two seconds at a time. As she thought that she managed to lift her eyes for what must have been five seconds. Well done dear, thats a new record and it was long enough for her to realize she wanted those glasses. He smiled and she could have sworn that for just a few seconds the rest of the world stopped. He really was too cute when he smiled like that and his choice of words only seemed to attract her to him more. There was something about Angus that just wasn't like anyone she had ever known before. Something new and exciting about him even if she was being a complete weirdo in thinking that. Smiling simply because she couldn't help it by now she parted her lips to speak but nothing came out. She had actually forgotten where she was heading. It was no longer than a couple of seconds before it came back to her but she felt like she had been standing there with her mouth slightly open for hours when she started to speak " There's a vending machine down the hallway.[/color]" She said trying her hardest not to sound condescending as she gestured towards a hallway that was only really used by the crew members. It was lined with room full of all the things that made the shows work, things that she had no desire to even try understand. " Or i have some in the bands dressing room.[/color]" That sentence came out without her thinking about it first. It was too late to try take it back so she just hoped he didn't take it the wrong way and assume she was a hoe.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 29, 2009 21:17:35 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Angus made a mental note that Isabella had chosen to look away when he pointed out the couple on the couch. It could mean a whole number of things. Maybe she was embarassed by the thought of crazy sexual PDA, or maybe she was disgusted by it. Or maybe she just thought the two people needed some damn privacy and a hotel room. Those three options could lead to three totally different personalities, and those couldn't have been the only reasons why she had looked away. They were just the most obvious. Angus had habit of observing people to try and figure out what their personalities were like before he actually got to know them too well. He would make mental notes of their physical habits and what they did when they thought nobody was looking at them. But Angus was the one that was always watching, which could be a creepy concept when thought about too deeply...or thought about at all. He couldn't help it. Angus' habit of staring earned him a habit of staring as well. Most of the time people just got freaked out but chose to ignore it. He would stop staring and look away eventually. But there was the occasional person who called him out on his habit. Thus explaining how he ended up in jail with a heavy fine and a lot of community service hours. That explains how he won that fight at all. It was because he had been watching the appallingly large man that he didn't die that night. Angus may have had four eyes and a small brain but he was incredibly good at reading people and predicting their actions.
Angus made another mental note on the fact that she stuttered over her words a bit when she spoke that time. It probably wasn't important. Her words had probably just caught in her throat, it happened to him all the time. But it didn't hurt to keep track of that kind of stuff. Plus the fact that he found it totally adorable anyway. "Thanks." Angus chuckled a bit at her comment. She spoke the truth. Some parents just had a field day when it came to naming their children. Angus was all for unique names, but when you started naming your children things like 'Forest' or 'Princess', then something was just plain wrong. "I always think it's funny when they combine the names of both parents." Those always turned out to be the funniest names. Angus knew a whole bunch of those back in Boston. It was very rare that you could combine two names and the product would not sound just plain dumb. "I actually knew a girl back home whose name was Cathaniel. It was supposed to be a combination of Catherine and Nathaniel." Angus laughed again thinking back on that girl. In middle school he asked where her name came from, not in a condesending way but because he was actually interesting, but she just stomped on his toes and called him a cootie infected jerk. Oh, those insults were the ones that really cut him deeply.
Angus turned his eyes to peer down the hallway Bella had pointed to. A hallway that he had somehow failed to notice before she pointed it out to him. And he it was a good thing that he hadn't noticed it before because there were a lot of different machines with a lot of different buttons. If he had noticed it before he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from going down that hallway and pressing all of them. He could see a few people in the hallway that looked really absorbed in their work, and they looked like they were ready to yell at the first person in the hall who made a disturbance, aka Angus. Angus didn't even think that Bella could have just extended a sexual invite to him. Angus just already assumed that she wasn't like that. And when he thought that someone wasn't a slut, then it would take a lot to change his mind. A lot as in her pushing him down and just taking advantage of him right there in front of everyone. And as hot as it would be, it wasn't going to happen, wel at least in Angus' opinion it wasn't going to. Even though making assumptions, ninety-nine percent of the time was a persons downfall that wasn't going to stop Angus from making them. At least this was a good assumption. "Well either way is fine with me. But if we do go down that hallway you're going to have to stop me from pressing any of those buttons." He shrugged his shoulders a bit. Angus truly was a child. He acted like a child and sometimes in the right lighting he looked like one too. Well at least it was entertaining.
"So what band are you in?" There was yet another assumption on Angus' part. He just couldn't stop himself. But this time Angus actually managed to catch himself. "Or work for?" A blonde eyebrow perked up with genuine curiousity. Suddently he regretted not studying up on the other bands and crews that would be on the tour, because he just felt kind of dumb asking a question like that. For most of the shows, Angus didn't even know what bands he would be performing with. Not because he was on an ego trip and thought his band was the best or anything, but because he normally found out afterward when he was out partying with them. This Isabella girl was already managing to throw off his normal routine. [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: nine-hundred and sixty! notes: there is so much ramblingggg.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 30, 2009 12:01:50 GMT -5
i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy [/color][/font][/center] For the first time since they had quite literally bumped into each other it seemed like an actual conversation would be possible. Well she had said something and had said something back that related to it and those were after all the basic principals of a conversation. With a slight nod of her head and a quiet little laugh she found herself transfixed on what he was saying. So maybe it wasn't the most epic story in the world but he could have read her the telephone directory and she would have hung off his every word. "Oh man, i'd hate it if my parents done that.
[/color]" At this point she paused for a moment. Thinking of her own parents names while a look of concentration settled on her pretty features. " I would have been Chrenee or Renis.[/color]" She broke her silence with just a few seconds later. Giggling slightly at the thought of going through life with a name like Renis she soon pulled herself back into control. Her laugh always made her sound like a maniac if she let it go on for too long. That being said she couldn't help but giggle again when he told her she would have to stop him from pressing all the buttons. For some reason she found it incredibly endearing. So her choices were to walk to the vending machine and possibly have to grab him half way along it which she would feel very strange doing. Because she didn't like being touched by people she hardly knew Bella always assumed others wouldn't really want to be touched either. Not to mention the fact that she was incredibly attracted to this particular person. The safe option seemed to be to head over to the dressing room even if it did make her look kind of sluttish. Even if he didn't think that there were a lot of people backstage and that meant that there was always someone watching and what they seen was often twisted to create a rumor that would spread like wildfire. Screw it. She had Bray and he would more than willingly get everyone to shut up if they started talking. " I think i would be a good idea to head for the dressing room then?[/color]" It could have been a casual maybe even a sexy statement if it had come from anyone else's lips but this was Bella so it came out completely different. It was more a shy and giggly question that just seemed to make her seem unsure of herself. Turning slightly in the direction of the dressing rooms, glad that she wasn't facing Angus directly anymore and her still flushed cheeks could be hidden by her hair she took a half step forward. Moving any further without saying something else would have just seemed like she was walking away from him but he spoke before she could and that was quite alright with her because she had no idea what to say. " I work with Talking To Sidewalks, hair and make up.[/color]" Her eyes trailed over to the three people who were making their way over to the stage and then down to the brightly colored smudges on the back of her hand, the constant proof of being a make up artist. Angus was a musician she was sure of that and she was also sure she knew which band it was. Not that she was stalking him or anything it was just she always knew what bands were playing. It just so happened that every time she had seen him hanging around backstage was before or after a certain band played. " What about you?[/color]" Well she wasn't about to just tell him she knew. That would make her seem like one of those weird little fangirls who knew everything about him and girls like that just freaked her out. Reaching into her pocket for the key to the dressing room she smiled over at him with a smile she hoped would work in place of words to tell him that she was ready to go and that he should follow her. Well if he still wanted to that was. She would hate to think that he was only going along with this to be nice and not out of actual want for a soda or her company. If he was just in it for the soda she wouldn't mind at all but if he didn't even want that it would just be bad. When she started to head over to the door that had a handmade sign with the bands name and a few little doodles that had been added to make it feel a bit more personal. The key slid into the lock with ease and she turned it before pushing the door open. Inside lay the chaos that was left behind by the band, seriously half of the time Bella felt like a mother picking up after a bunch messy kids. Holding the door open for Angus she looked around, pushing a pile of discarded clothes into the corner with her foot. " Sorry about the mess, the band hasn't been tamed yet.[/color]"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 30, 2009 13:26:57 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Angus paid close attention when Isabella was speaking. He always paid attention when someone spoke, but normally it was completely his own choice. But this time, even if he didn't want to listen to Isabella talk he wouldn't have had a choice. He was more than hooked. He was almost expecting her to say something like 'Ew you're a freak please stop existing now.', but surprisingly enough she didn't. Instead she added her own opinion on the subject matter. "Wow. Even I will admit those are pretty bad." That was kind of a lie on Angus' part. Any name probably would have sounded wonderful if it was her name. Yeah, he was definitely a creeptastical person. "My name would turned out to be like Marint or Trelyn." Angus' expression twisted a bit in disgust. It could have been a lot worse, but Marint and Trelyn were pretty bad. Thank god for having parents that weren't on crack.
Somebody was already staring at the pair. Out of the corner of his eye Angus could see them practically taking notes, and making up things that never happened. They were probably anticipating Angus to just jump on this girl and start slobbering all over her, but he wasn't going to give in this time, no matter how much he wanted to. Angus' blonde hair slightly bobbed when he nodded his head in agreement with Isabella's statement. "Yeah that would probably be in the best interest of the show and the people running it." Angus understood that people were already thinking of new rumors to spread about him and going into another bands dressing room would just give them more ammunition against him. But Angus kind of made himself easy to pick on anyway. It helped the rest of his band out when they were actually doing bad stuff, because the press could just be so focused on whatever it was that he was doing bad because more often than not it was ten times worse. Prison, sexual encounters, drugs Angus just couldn't stop himself. He had been getting better lately, but that only meant that in the future when it came back it would be ten times worse. Angus had no doubt that he would be dead before he hit age twenty-five. That was why Angus acted the way he did, while he was at it he might as well have as much fun as possible and speed up the process. Another tragic death of a rock star? Not really, Angus was more like a disease then anything else.
Angus turned on his heel toward where Isabella was not walking and followed slowly next to her. Angus' eyes followed Bella's and peered down at her hand. There were a few different colored smudges, and he felt himself smile. "I should have been able to tell." Angus motioned to her colorful hand and then let his hand drop back down next to him in quite a dumb looking manner. Damn the fact that he didn't have pockets in these shorts. Angus was the person that always had to be doing something with his hands. Because he felt that if he just let them hang by his sides he'd look like some kind of gorilla, and he kind of did. But unfortunately he couldn't think of anything to do with them that didn't display how incredibly nervous he was. "I am the guitarist slash back-up vocalist for Zombie Block Party. It's a tough job but someone's gotta do it." Another lie. His job was probably one of the easiest in the world, which was why he liked it so much. This lifestyle was totally better than the college lifestyle. Well...it was pretty much the samething, they just didn't have to get up in the morning to go to class.
When they finally got to the Talking To Sidewalks dressing room, Angus took a second to admire the drawings on the sign outside. He felt himself smile a bit. Those things were always fun to make. Angus was always the first one to get to Zombie Block Party's. And he always drew a zombie dinosaur. Well there wouldn't really be a non-zombie dinosaur but whatever. And the dinosaur was always saying the bands name. Angus got a little into his doodles sometimes. Angus pulled his eyes away from the sign and grabbed the door so he could follow Isabella inside. He almost felt himself scoff at her comment about the dressing room being a mess. First of all it was a dressing room so it was kind of supposed to be messy when it was occupied. When you were rushing to get several people on stage there wasn't really a lot of time to clean up after yourself. And second of all, the Zombie Block Party's dressing room was probably ten times worse. Angus could barely handle it in there and he was probably the one that caused most of the mess. "Yeah, don't even worry about it. And I wish you luck with the taming of the band." It was nearly impossible to tame a band into being neat if they were already messy, and Angus definitely wasn't an exception. "This is my fourth tour and I still don't have my habit of throwing things on the floor under control. And our manager is one scary person." [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: nine-hundred and nineteen! notes: i love themmmm.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 30, 2009 16:06:45 GMT -5
i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy [/color][/font][/center] Isabella smiled what would be adorable by anyones standards but her own. Yes they were definitely having a conversation. A normal one at that, well sort of normal. What she meant was she wasn't babbling like a loon and was actually making sense and for Isabella to be this close to someone she had the beginnings of a crush on and be this calm. On the outside she was calm at least but really that was all that mattered right? It wasn't like Angus' pretty heart shaped glasses were actually magic and let him see what was going on inside her head. If they did she would not only steal them at some point but she would have destroyed them when she got her hands on them. "I don't think anyone would be that cruel to a child.
[/color]" She responded jokingly to his possible names. Was it strange that she was now trying to see what names she could make by combining Isabella and Angus? It might have just been a natural reaction seeing as she was talking about combining names to make new ones. It was just easy to try it out with the first name that came to your head right? and who's name would come to your head quicker than that of who you were talking too? The buttons on the machines that lined the hallway had no meaning to the girl. For all she knew he could run along and press every single one of them and it would do nothing what so ever but on the other hand there was a good chance that they controlled lighting and sound and all those other funky things that go along with a show. " Dressing room it is then.[/color]" She smiled sweetly trying to fight off any ideas that she could be inviting him in there for anything other than a soda and a conversation. Well maybe if she wasn't so self conscious she would have wanted more to happen. Ok so if she were honest she did want more to happen but she couldn't let it. Not when he was so gorgeous and she was such a mess. She knew that facially she wasn't completely disgusting but her body was a different story. To her at least. If anyone else had the chance to see the figure she was hiding under her loosely fitting clothes they would argue. Feeling peoples eyes on her she nervously crossed an arm over her body almost protectively but tried to brush off the discomfort she was feeling. People were always talking about someone on tour but Bella didn't really pay that much attention to what they said. Most of it was just poisonous trash anyway and she had much more important things to fill her life with. Chuckling slightly as he gestured towards her hand. " Oh you're lucky i don't have hair clips stuck everywhere and brushes stuffed into my belt.[/color]" There was no way she could hide the enjoyment she got from her work. It was something that always showed when she spoke about it and there was always at least one tool of her trade on her at all times. Looking up at him as she spoke she was proud of herself for managing to do so without blushing this time. He said it was a tough job and she believed him. When Brayden started learning to play guitar she had tried and quickly found it too confusing. " I'll need to try catch one of your shows sometime." Lots of people said this to each other backstage but she meant it and she hoped he could tell. Now they were both inside she let the door swing shut and looked around again. True it wasn't the worst it had ever been but if she had been alone she would have already started picking things up and putting them back in their place even though that wasn't her job. Moving over to the couch that was currently covered in clothes she quickly cleared a space and gestured to Angus to sit. It wasn't a forceful gesture that demanded he must sit but more a hint of a point that told him he could if he felt like it. Crossing the room again she laughed " It's probably not gonna happen, i've been living with one of them for twenty years and he still pretty much feral." She loved Brayden but he did annoy her what seemed like most of the time. Kneeling down by the mini fridge that lived under the counter where her make up was all neatly set out in a logical and easy to work with manner. After she made her way back over to the couch and handed Angus his soda she sat herself down. Next to him but not close enough that they were touching. " I think all managers are scary. It means they can control people better than the make up girl can.[/color]" She joked, not sure what else she could say.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 30, 2009 17:15:24 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -""Ouch." Angus flinched a bit, pretending to be offended by her statement. But his fake offense quickly faded and his face twisted into one of joy as he laughed some more. "Come on now, those aren't as bad as Cathaniel." He paused for a second, comparing the two names mentally. Yeah, those two names were definitely as bad as the name Cathaniel, especially when it was used as a feminine name. "Okay yeah they definitely are." Angus' cheeks were practically glowing pink when Bella smiled, and he hated it. Not that Bella was smiling, oh god no. Angus couldn't hate a smile like hers if he actually wanted to. But that fact that his cheeks were practically on fire, now that was annoying to him. He could just tell in in Isabella's mind she was thinking 'Ew what a dork, I haven't even said anything worth blushing over' But Angus just couldn't stop his cheeks, despite how badly he wanted too.
Angus peered down the hallway. Oh, those buttons were so tempting, with all their bright lights and colorfulness. But with Angus' luck with machinery if he had touched any of those buttons there would somehow be pyrotechnics and somebody would end up on fire or something. Yeah, Angus didn't have the best luck when it came to machinery and things of the sort so he tried to avoid them as much as possible. "Good choice." Angus' eyes caught with the person who was watching the two of them like a hawk. But the minute their eyes locked, the man looked away. He would have loved to just go over there and call the guy out on whatever he was doing. Not only did it look shady, but it was also just a straight up invasion of privacy, but doing that probably would have resulted in a fight because Angus could have a bit of a fiery temper sometimes. Not to mention that calling someone out on it probably would have given them more suspicion to think that something was going on between the two. Why would Angus be getting all defensive if something wasn't going on behind closed doors? There was also the whole idea of Angus trying to keep his nose out of trouble. Before the tour started Angus had been sat down by the rest of his band mates and a few of their crew members. They pleaded with him to keep out of trouble at least for a little while. They didn't want their guitarist to end up in jail again, or possibly some place worse like the hospital or even worse then that a cemetery.
Angus could just picture the girl in front of him with a hair brush in one hand and hair spray in the other, determined to make someone look as beautiful as she did without trying. "You must be one intense lady." Angus always admired people who were so dedicated to their work. That was just something he had never been able to exhibit. "Yeah, I'd really enjoy if you did." To some it probably could have seemed like he was just trying to spread the word about his band, but at the moment Angus couldn't have cared less about promoting his band. He just wanted to be around her. If Angus could be around Bella at all it was like some kind of blessing. Yeah, he was a TOTAL dork.
Angus stepped a little farther into the room, looking around. It was just like their dressing room, just with some different stuff inside of it. He took a seat on the couch she had motioned too, and during the few minutes where she was walking around the room Angus couldn't take his eyes off of her. He mentally scolded himself for looking like such a nerd, but he couldn't look anywhere else. His jaw was practically on the floor. He still wasn't sure how someone could be that attractive. When she finally handed him the soda, it pulled him out of his slight daze. "Oh thanks." Angus smiled, but his insides were so knotted that it hurt. "You're on tour with a relative?" Whoa, that couldn't have ever been good news for Angus. In his mind he silently prayed that whoever it was was a female. Because if it was a male, Angus might as well have just given up any plans he had Angus had gotten in trouble with brothers on more than one occasion and it always turned out bad. He understood why they were like that too. This was partly because he had always wanted a sister or brother of some type that he could be protective over. Sure he was protective over his friends, but that just wasn't the same.
""I can just picture our manager with a whip and a rope, like they are that scary." There weren't many people who could keep Angus in line, but their manager was definitely one of them, which was why they all worked so well as a team. "I'm not so sure about the make-up artist part though. Our make-up artist had gotten pretty rough with me at times." Zombie Block Party had a crew that could be a little...eccentric at times. But to Angus their make-up artist was just out of control. They had hinted at him cutting his hair, and tried to get him to go on stage with Henna tattoos on his face one time. Now Angus was weird, but seriously? "I mean the stylist is bad enough with these running shorts and heart-shaped glasses. I can't have the make-up artist taking advantage of me too." Angus reached up a hand and pulled the glasses off of his eyes for a second. He dropped them to his lap and rubbed one carefully. He was as blind as a bat. [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: nine-hundred and ninety-eight! notes: two off from one thousand =O.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 30, 2009 19:14:27 GMT -5
i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy [/color][/font][/center] Just for a second she thought that his little offended act could have been real. Then she realized it was probably a joke. I mean this whole conversation had been about stupid names. He wouldn't have thrown in ones he liked, would he? No that would be silly. Hopefully that moment of worry hadn't made it's way to her face and made her look even more like a fool than she was sure she did already. Instead she took on an expression of mock thought when he brought up Cathaniel, now that was a kid she did feel sorry for. "Hmmm.
[/color]" She mused only to add effect to her fake thinking. " You have to admit they are all pretty awful.[/color]" She said as she finally broke character and let out a soft giggle when he admitted that they were just as bad. Now seemed like a good time to share her own strange name story. He had told her about a girl he once knew so it only seemed right that she delve into her own past, even if that was a place she tried to avoid at all costs. " But then again, i did know a girl called L'Oreal. I'm not sure what would be worse.[/color]" There was a casual shrug on her shoulders and the tone of her voice that seemed to suggest she was relaxing into this conversational business. The only thing that bothered her was the slight flush of his cheeks but she put that down to the fact he seemed to have just come from the stage and that did seem like the kinda thing you could go a little red from doing. She laughed again, fighting the urge to bring her hand up to her mouth as she often did when she laughed. It was just a quirk really, she had a habit of biting down on her finger to stop herself laughing. It was one of those things people either thought was cute or found infuriating so she tried to avoid doing it around new people, especially those she liked. " Well i don't know about intense. I'm just kinda a perfectionist when it comes to what i do.[/color]" She said with a shy little smile, it always was weird talking about yourself. Even weirder when she was telling a slight lie. She wasn't just a perfectionist when it came to her job, she was a perfectionist full stop. Anything that didn't meet up to her standards had to be done again. She could go out jogging and if she was even a minute slower than the day before she would do it all again to try get her time down. And she had been known to keep any given member off the band back from the stage while she fixed them up if she thought they weren't just right in their appearance. When he said he would like her to be there one night she wasn't quite sure if it was just being nice or actually wanting her there. Something made her think it was the latter and that made her heart skip a beat. " I'll see what i can do, it might not be till the next time my boys and girl are on first.[/color]" Well it made sense, after her band set foot on stage the night was hers to do with what she wanted. Hopefully it wouldn't be long now till she had a night like that. Angus thanked her for his soda and she smiled as she replied. " No problem.[/color]" She settled into her normal sitting position. Both legs tucked under her and her elbow resting on the arm of the chair or in this case couch and unscrewed the top of her bottle. Taking a sip as he asked a question she nodded her head while she swallowed. " My brother, well my twin if you want to get technical.[/color]" She said with a soft sigh as she thought about the many times that Brayden would call himself her big brother. Half an hour does not count as being a big brother, even though physically he was bigger than her. " He's the guitarist.[/color]" She added with a smile that had a hint of pride in it. Yes he annoyed her a lot of the time but she was still really quite proud to call him her brother. " I don't think ours is quite that bad yet.[/color]" Bella couldn't help but laugh as she tried to imagine the bands manager with a whip in hand. Shaking that image out of her head she tried to focus back in on what the blonde was saying. " The only control i have over anyone in this band is through childhood photo blackmail. Apart from that i basically just do what people want me to.[/color]" God that made her sound like such a push over in so many ways but it was kind of true. Unless it was something she really didn't approve of it was pretty easy to get Isabella to go along with whatever you wanted her to. Maybe that wasn't the type of information someone she had just met needed to know though. " Theres a rack over there of clothes they wanted to put River in and he flat out refused to try any of them on.[/color]" She said gesturing towards the only organized looking rack in the room " There's some jeans i think if you want to get changed.[/color]" It was an offer she would have extended to just about anyone. Isabella was happy when people were comfortable well it wasn't like anyone would miss a pair of pants that had been deemed too baggy within two seconds of looking at them.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 30, 2009 20:43:19 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -""Yeah you're totally right." The blush had fortunately started to fade from Angus' cheeks and he felt a little better about that. There was still a light pink tint, but it was barely noticeable compared to the blush that was there before. "L'Oreal? Like for serious?" Angus straight up laughed. Normally he wouldn't laugh at someone's name, because they couldn't actually help that their name had been something so incredibly horrible. But seriously? Who actually named their kid that and put them through the torture of having to deal with school children every day? Now that was just plain heartless. "It must be because she's worth it too." Ew. Things were going so well, and Angus had to go and say something dorky like that. Way to make your self look like a loser. Two thumbs way up there kiddo. His cheeks immediately started to burn again from his own embarassment and once again Angus mentally scolded them to no avail. "I apologize. I have an affinity for dorky jokes and things of the sort." It may have been a dorky joke, but at least he was willing to admit that out loud.
""Oh no, I can totally picture you like throwing brushes and eyeliner pencils at people when they didn't listen to you." The mental image was funny, and Angus found himself chuckling lightly at it. "And that's totally not even a bad thing." It may have been a slightly scary image, but it was one the commanded the respect of others, and respect was a good thing ninety-nine percent of the time. Actually, Angus couldn't really think of a time when it wasn't a good thing. "Well being a perfectionist is a good thing too. At least you always know they look good when you're done." Angus was probably the farthest thing in the universe from a perfectionist. He actually preferred things that weren't perfect. He liked when things had dents and issues. God only knew he had enough of those, just take a glance at the x-rays or the record. Those perfections were what gave a specific something or someone their character, and that character was what madea person either real or fake. And Angus had associated himself with too many fake people in the past, it was about time that he moved past that.
"Alright. I think I can wait that long. Maybe." Angus chuckled in an attempt to make it look like he was joking. A blind and deaf kid would have been able to tell that that laugh was totally fake. Angus' innards turned, and his silently prayed that whenever that happened would be soon. When the show was over he made a mental note to go look up when he was playing with Talking With Sidewalks again. And when they were performing first, Angus would have to have a little talk with the stylist to try and make him look the least dorky that he could possibly look. As impossible as it sounded, there were times when he didn't look like he was totally hopeless. "Wow, that's actually pretty cool." Angus was pretty much lying through his teeth. She had a brother? Seriously? Goddamnit. God just wanted to make it difficult to get close to this girl didn't he? It could be assumed by his numerous sexual partners that normally Angus had no problem getting close to the ladies. But this lady wasn't like the rest. Angus couldn't even remember the last time his face had gotten that red from just seeing someone smile, and she possibly the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. And now she had a brother? Talk about having shitty luck.
Angus took small sip from the soda that Bella had handed to him. Yeah, just spending time with this Isabella girl beat out any kind of sexual encounter he could be having with any groupie backstage. "You guys are lucky." Angus was of course being sarcastic. He loved his bands manager. They could just be a little too intense for his taste sometimes. "Actually you hold most of the power of the band even if your don't realize it. You can control the amount of fans they have depending on how beautiful they look." Ninety-percent of the times music scenes depended really heavily on appearances. Angus wasn't afraid to acknowledge the a lot of the fans of his own band only really cared about how cute the members were. It was a sad truth, but someone had to acknowledge it. "And those eyeliner pencils can really hurt." Angus laughed, but seriously if those things slipped it hurt like nobody's business. As he took another sip from the soda he turned his eyes to Isabella. He took another second to swallow before he spoke. "Really? I would like owe you my life. These shorts are so ridiculously uncomfortable, and nobody needs to see this much of my legs." [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: eight-hundred and ninety-eight! notes: OMNOMNOMNOM.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by isabella amie gilmore on Mar 31, 2009 16:18:49 GMT -5
i'm in trouble i'm an addict
i'm addicted to this boy [/color][/font][/center] Angus' laugh had to be one of the sweetest sounds she had heard in a long time. One of those sounds you think you could listen to for hours on end and never get tired of. It was made even better by the fact that she had caused it. Ok so the credit had to go to poor little L'Oreal's parents for giving her such a laughable name but still Bella had said it so it counted in her book. "Seriously.
[/color]" She said nodding her head and holding back her own laughter. It would same weird for her to laugh right now but she couldn't help it if laughter was contagious. But when he made his next comment she couldn't help but laugh. It was a lame joke and she had heard it so many times at school but she had always had a weird sense of humor and had always found it amusing. She shook her head ever so slightly. " You're not the only one. I think that's what ended up under her yearbook picture.[/color]" She said trying to get herself to stop laughing and finding it just a little difficult. Was he blushing again? Was it weird that Bella found that incredibly adorable? The little image he had built up in his mind couldn't be further from the truth if he had tried. If someone didn't do what Isabella wanted them too while she was working with them she would just ask them again quietly until they finally did it, or completely ignored her like a certain Mr Mohr and his damned phone. " Oh i wish. I'm just too nice sometimes.[/color]" She said with a shrug as she was told it wouldn't have been a bad thing. Well she could believe that but she just couldn't see herself doing it without everyone in the room laughing and asking what the hell she was doing. " They would probably look good without me, i just add the finishing touches.[/color]" She had always been modest and hated the thought that someone might think she was like all those other bitchy girls that found their way into this job. " But they would probably go out looking like they just woke up without me.[/color]" She added with a little smile, not wanting to sound depressingly negative and well with her bands sleeping habits it was probably true. " Either that or i'll sneak off and watch a few songs from side stage sometime.[/color]" There was a slight smile on her lips as she said that. Now that she had had time to think about it she was really quite looking forward to it. When she was at home she liked to go to as many shows as possible but since coming on tour she hadn't had time to see any of the other bands. And well the fact that she had a feeling that Angus would be dominating her thoughts from now on only made it an even more exciting prospect. " Ugh you wouldn't say that if you knew him.[/color]" She said with an over dramatic sigh that made it obvious that she didn't really think that badly of her brother. " He has this disillusion that he's me 'big brother' and he needs to look after me all the time.[/color]" There was a bit more of an annoyed edge to her voice now. Really it did annoy her, after all she was a big girl and she could look after herself. It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't have this strange idea that all men wanted to get into her pants and end up hurting her. Seriously as if anyone even wanted to be close to Isabella's pants let alone in them. Another mouthful of cold liquid passed her lips. It was a diet soda of course. Bella wouldn't drink it if she hadn't spent at least half an hour studying the label and working out just what was inside it. If she hadn't been able to find the one that she was happy with she would just filled the mini fridge with water and the band would have had to live with it. In that sense at least she had control but that was just because she was the one that willingly went shopping. " That is true, there is a fan club for my brothers hair.[/color]" Those crazy fans that obsessed over every little detail of these peoples lives always confused her. She was sure that if she gave one of them some stupid fucked up style there would be hundreds of kids with the exact same one walking around within a week. That might be something she could experiment with one day. " You have no idea how much they can hurt until you've tried getting ready on a moving bus.[/color]" Now that had not been a fun experience even though she did somehow manage to emerge from that looking quite good, well apart from a slightly bloodshot eye. Smiling as he looked over at her and asked really she nodded and got up with her bottle still in hand. " It's nothing really. I just like people to be comfortable.[/color]" She said with a smile as she searched through the rack for the pair of jeans she had offered to him. " And trust me i've seen worse legs.[/color]" She said with a laugh upon finding the pants she was looking for and slipping them off the hanger and handing them to Angus before sitting back down.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by angus patrick brodie on Mar 31, 2009 23:25:05 GMT -5
ANGUS PATRICK BRODIE !Out of touch.
Are we out of time? [/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"Well I look forward to when you do." Angus actually felt his heart-rate speed up when she said she would maybe sneak to the side and watch them perform a few songs. He already had his plans and knew exactly what he was going to do what he got back to the tour bus. He was getting his guitar and he would practice until his fingers bled. He wasn't going to risk messing up on stage and looking dumb in front of her. There was just no way he could do that and not beat the crap out of himself for doing it afterwards.""Well don't forget that those finishing touches can sway the occasional tween girl's opinion." It was the truth. If it wasn't for what Isabella did, half of the girls probably wouldn't even like the bands that they did. Not to say that their music wasn't good, because nine out of ten times it was. They just weren't into the emotional aspect of music. Appearances were incredibly important though. After all, you didn't want to go to a concert and have to stare at some nasty greaseball. And without their make-up artist, Angus definitely would have just been a disgusting mess while on stage and he wouldn't even care.
"Well at least he isn't afraid to show that he cares." Angus could feel his insides twist together a little tighter. Older brothers, or twins that considered themselves to be older were the worst to have to deal with. And even if he wasn't technically her 'older brother' in her book, he would definitely be an annoying road block to Angus. Not that a girl like Isabella would be interested in Angus. She was perfect, and Angus well...he wasn't.
"Oh dear, just for his hair?" A few chuckles escaped his throat at the thought of it. "You must have mad hair-skills." Angus openly flinched at the thought of putting eyeliner on on a moving bus. "I would end up seriously injuring myself or someone around me." Pausing for a minute Angus diverted his eyes from Isabella. He looked up pensively, before looking back to her and shaking his head. "That would actually end up happening if I wasn't on a moving bus. Which is precisely why I don't wear make-up." Angus had gone through a phase in high school where he couldn't leave the house without make up. But by now he knew WAY better than that. It just made him look like a creeper. "I doubt that. My legs are a hot mess." Angus pried his eyes off of Isabella's form almost against their own will. But Angus knew that if he continued to look at her she would think he was staring, and well he was but she didn't need to think that. Angus' eyes went shifted from Isabella's form down to his own legs, and he made a face of slight disgust. "They're really long and gangly and just further progress my dweebish image." Angus shrugged his shoulders a bit and shifted his eyes back to Isabella. His lips turned upwards into a smile once more. She had to realize how gorgeous she was right? It was like almost impossible for her not to.
A smile made its way to Angus' lips as he took the jeans from Isabella's hands. He didn't know many people who would actually show that sort of kindness to someone they had just met. And the fact that a girl who was as beautiful as Isabella made things ten times better. "Thanks." As Angus stood up to change a thought came over his mind, and his cheeks flushed once more. He was about to take his pants off in front of, or remotely close to Isabella. Within seconds the light pink-tint on his cheeks turned scarlet. The thought of Angus blushing because he was about to take his pants off in front of someone was puzzling to him. It would have been puzzling to anyone who knew anything about him as well. Angus had been more than half naked in front of people he had met probably thirty seconds before on more than one occasion. Being nude was just something that Angus Enjoyed. But there was something about being even semi-nude and in the same room as Isabella that sent all of the blood in Angus' body rushing to his cheeks.
Even more impossible than his blushing was the fact that he was second guessing himself. And that was something that happened so rarely that he forgot it was even possible for it to happen. Angus knew he was attractive in the eyes of some people and unattractive in the eyes of others. Angus was by no means conceited, but he had enough confidence in his appearance not to freak out if he had to change in front of other people. But his mind was once again sent racing. Not to mention the thought of Isabela thinking he was a nasty creepy dorky physically as well as mentally would just totally crush his spirits. "So is there like a bathroom in here? Or should I j-just duck behind the clothes rack?" Did he honestly just stutter? His cheeks redened some more when he realized that he just had. If she didn't already think he was a loser she definitely thought so now. His statement was followed by what was supposed to be a laugh of a confident kid who knew exactly what he was doing. But in Angus' opinion it was just shaky and trying to cover something up, and it was. He was acting like a high school kid again, it was kind of pathetic. [/center] [/b][/color] isabella! outfit: clickeh!lyric credit: again i go unnoticed - dashboard confessional word count: nine-hundred and seventy-five! notes: eh. super epic bad post. i apologize for the suckiness of it.[/ul][/size] |
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