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Post by darren hazard. on Aug 20, 2008 16:48:22 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardyou'd better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies and the way you're heading no one's getting out alive. so do us all a favor, would you find somebody else to blame? 'cause your words are like bullets and i'm the way your weapons aim __________________________________________________
The time was running out. Concert, the moment it was supposed to start, was closer with every passing second. Now there was no possible excuse which could save them from performing. Wounded, ill or broken, they would still have to play. In any other stage of his life, he would've been thrilled about this, maybe only slight and positive stress would be present but it wouldn't be nearly enough to make him consider bailing on his band mates. This chance was exactly what he was hoping for since the very beginning, the one he knew would come sooner or later. His faith never faltered, he believed even when the other three doubted and Damien found it hilarious to tease him in those moments. He honestly didn't mind, he knew that chance for the break trough would come and that then he would be able to prove them all wrong. The moment was here now. This definitely didn't look like he pictured it in his mind though. No, he didn't expect too much and he didn't expect some fairytale like story in which everyone would love them instantly and in which they'd manage to sell millions of album copies in a week. His fantasy was considerably more realistic. He only hoped for a decent crowd, good fun and some attention from the record companies. Seeing that all their friends said that they were coming and dragging along as many people they could carry, first thing was safe. Since the ad, fancy poster made by Kayleen, came out in school's and local newspaper and been glued to every tree, traffic sign and wall in the surrounding area, he also believed that at least one manager had to see it. That covered the third thing. They had enough songs, more than enough, so he didn't have to worry about that either. The second thing on that short list of things he was hoping for, was impossible. For him at least.
The thing was, if this was just about him, he would have found the way to ditch the responsibility and slide out without suffering the major consequences. There were so many lies he was able to come up with just so he wouldn't be forced to perform. Like... Death in the family, that never got old. He could just kill one of his non existent uncles, aunts or relatives, maybe even his father to make it sound bigger. The man was dead to him anyway and it wasn't like the organizers would go and dig out the informations of the apparent tragedy in the family Hazard. But no, he couldn't do that. He, alone, didn't make this band, he was just one quarter of it. If he didn't show up on that stage, he'd screw everything for the other three as well. Just because they knew him so well, and therefore also knew what was going trough his head, they made him promise. His own motives and all that will and ambition to succeed were dead for the time being. He was doing all this just for his band mates and all friends who were nudging him and, lately, desperately trying to make him smile. The timing was so bad it wasn't even funny. But he hoped that he still had enough strength to go trough with the show, play the role of the usual, smiling Darren who everyone loved and then go and hide himself in some dark corner where he would remain hidden from all wandering eyes. He knew that the last part of that plan was mission impossible, but it didn't hurt to dream, right?
In the end, Audrey's approach turned out to be the best. It was what people called "shock therapy", only, she really was pissed at him. All those slaps and punches she threw his way weren't the thing that hurt. Ignoring the fact that he became completely immune to physical pain lately, he was also a vampire and the chance that petite human girl had to hurt fully grown vampire was tough. But she was the one who made him realize couple things which didn't even enter his mind since... well, since that night with Katarina. The morning after and all events that followed were source of his horrible mental state and appearance. At first Audrey's fury stunned him, that shock was the first thing he felt in days. In his misery, he completely neglected the fact that his and Katarina's actions did some damage to other people too, people whose names weren't Christa. Thinking about her used to feel like flying. Actually, it was even better than flying. He only had to hear her name in some random conversation or catch a glimpse of her dark hair somewhere in the hallways and he would feel sudden wave of energy washing over him. Idiotic grin which accompanied it was mandatory. Everything changed. The sound of her name didn't have that certain ring, he got used to, anymore. Sound of it was now only able to bring painful grimace on his face. Just like now. Image of disappointment which was so clear in Audrey's eyes was the thing that hurt. But it did something good, it made him move, finally. That brought back the thoughts, and panic, about the concert.
He would never admit it to anyone, but the thought of them performing on that big stage, in front of so many faces, freaked the hell out of him. Yes, it was exactly what he wanted but that didn't mean that he was ready. For some things, this one included, person just wasn't able to get ready. Not properly anyway. There were so many things which could go wrong and majority of them already did. He wondered was this all because it seriously didn't look like luck was on his side. Because he spent so many hours in the pub and because all the drinks he downed, his voice didn't sound like his voice anymore. It was pure crap. Now, if he was a drummer, that wouldn't make much difference, it would be perfectly fine. Since he was one of two singers, that was extremely inconvenient. So, the whiskey had been replaced with funny tasting liquid which his mother made him drink when he came around to pick couple things from the house yesterday. She made him drink full four glasses of it. He couldn't go for fifth because he turned all green and it started looking like he would be sick. It was honey and lemons mixed with something else he wasn't able to define but mother swore it would help. Now he was here, with a guitar in each hand, to test her theory. Arts wing was one of places he visited whenever he was in need of inspiration so he figured it would be a proper place to start anew. The room offered comfort and memories of days and nights whole band spent here writing songs and adjusting tones. He didn't mind that he was on his own this time, that was exactly the thing he wanted. He was able to achieve better concentration this way. He turned his guitars on and picked acoustic one first. His moves were mechanic, fingers were way too stiff but he had whole day to make them work properly. Humming under his breath, he realized that it was time to try his vocal abilities too. The voice didn't disappear completely, it was just still a bit raspy so it still counted as a plus. But as he let it go and started singing loudly, listening it bouncing off the walls he realized that his mother was right once again. It was one thing less to worry about.
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Post by katarina black. on Aug 24, 2008 10:10:25 GMT -5
x x `` KATARINA ERIN BLACK,
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I'm looking forward to the future but my eyesight is going bad and this crystal ball, it's always cloudy except for when you look into the past - one night stand One night stand, OH!
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[/font] ___________________________________________________ • Kat was trying her darndest to remember what the next line on this yellowed aging piece of paper in her hand was, but it just wasn't coming to her. Signs of frustration were obvious in the frown creasing up her otherwise normally smooth forehead, and lips drawn tightly together so they were thin and practically disappeared. Letting them out so she could blow a raspberry, she tossed the sheet aside with a sigh of exasperation. What the hell was wrong with her lately? Usually her apparently teeny little brain absorbed things like these pretty much like a sponge. An odd shaped sponge for sure, but a sponge all the same like it had been dunked in soapy water and was ready to start scrubbing away at the dirt and build up of unnecessary things she knew. Like how many calories were in a twix bar, and the shoe sizes of almost everyone in her year. It was insane. She could care less about what size trainers some random guy wore or how it changed when he had to go buy expensive italian shoes [olly anyone?] and the only time it came in useful was if say, she was looking to buy a birthday present for a friend and was thinking shoes. Otherwise, what the fuck? No. She wanted these lines in her mind and she wanted them to stay like she knew they would have done if it had been this time last week. She had a play coming up to perform and well...it could be her lucky break.
• Katarina had a co-starring role coming up in this production of a modern day Romeo and Juliet that was outside of school with the extra curricular drama club she attended; Drey hated that play and according to her it was over rated. After four hours straight of staring at the same page she was close to just ripping it to shreds or even better, burning it along with some old photographs that needed it too. Nah, she wouldn't do that; couldn't, it would be tantamount to making a declaration that she had failed in her dream to be an actress and her only current goal in life was to be a street making money by conning every gullible shmuck that crossed her path. She was better than that - she aimed high and she usually hit her target when she wanted to get something done. Sure maybe for some others this might seem a bit far fetched, but she'd clutched onto this ever since she had been five years old and she had done a lot since then. Her mom was proud and her dad was 'well chuffed' as he put it, always ruffling her hair and calling her his little star. The ruffling was annoying but because she didn't get to see him now so often due to boarding at school she put up with it - unless she had some kind of elaborate hairstyle on in which case if anyone touched her, they died. She got as bad as her little sister Callisto preparing for one of her shoots with shot nerves in the stomach and if anything went wrong, the whole household suffered - god help them all if it was a case of PMS. With three females in the household [Calli, her and her mother] it was a wonder they got any peace during the summer holidays. Whenever she locked herself in her own room just to get a little bit of peace and quiet, occasionally she found herself longing for the calmness and stillness of the theatre that she was in now.
• Running her slender fingers through her brown hair, she blew the stray bits of her fringe which had started to grow out up and to the side. Then again, and again as each time the hair flopped back over her eyes and in this way Kat amused herself for some time, ignoring the coldness of the stone steps she was sitting on. Having something small like that to busy her self with always helped her focus, clear her head to think. Music, she loved like any other normal kid with a capacity to put expression and feeling in their actions, but sadly at times like these she had to avoid it. If she was writing something for English class it was perfect; wakened up her muse and got all these different foreign ideas tumbling into her mind so soon enough she was scribbling away till her wrist was horribly sore. But when she wanted some time to simply clear her head and think instead of writing or brooding, music was the last thing she wanted. Instead she preferred solitude, silence, sleep. It worked like a charm nearly every time but for some odd reason the silence here was doing her no favors and seemed to be growing louder and louder in her ears like it suddenly had a sound all of its own.
• A sudden growl escaping the depths of her throat, she stood up and stepped down to ground level all in one fluid motion. Being a part of the lycan community meant that you got to have that sexy gracefulness built into your genes although even if she'd been a human she wouldn't have been the clumsy type. It just went against her nature, when the senior had made the effort over the years to have control over her words and actions till she had perfected it to the point where it was second nature. Clearly she wasn't going to get anything done today; she had lots of time still to do it in sure. It just bugged her to the extreme that her not doing it today wasn't even because she didn't want to - it was because she couldn't. As in actually incapable. All this self torture and thinking about him? Gosh you must really like that Darren whispered a vindictive little voice in the back of her mind. Gritting her teeth, Kat ignored it. As it was, if that voice had been in the form of anything corporeal she would have fucking punched its lights out. Standing there alone for a few long moments, biting her lip her eyelids fluttered shut. What she needed from that horrible mistake (the one night stand? ugh. she didn't want to remember because if she did the aftermath would follow soon after) was some kind of closure. Ahah! Opening her eyes, she grinned as she headed for the door, slowing only to sweep her script up off the floor in one hand.
• What did any teenage girl do when she wanted to get something out her system? Go mosh with her girls, get a punching bag, drink...she didn't have the energy to do the first, not today. The punchbag had already had it's fill of beatings this morning, and after what had happened the last time her drinking got a little out of control she was staying well away from those bottles for quite some time. What she planned to do instead, was go write in her diary. The werewolf made her way swiftly from the theatre to the room where those gifted with musical talent practiced with their instruments, which didn't take too long as both were in the arts wing. Her hand closed around the door knob and twisting it to one side, she slipped in quietly and let the door swing back to click shut behind her.
• It was only then, far too late as she turned around, that the twanging sounds of an acoustic guitar registered on her senses. Due to the entire room being soundproofed so arts students didn't disturb each other, Katarina hadn't heard Darren singing till she entered the room. Her entire body frozen still like it had been transformed into an ice sculpture, although she knew better she prayed it was Devon's voice she heard. Slowly, oh so slowly with all the corded muscles in her body tensing up she turned around...
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Post by darren hazard. on Sept 13, 2008 18:58:59 GMT -5
darren marcus hazardyou'd better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies and the way you're heading no one's getting out alive. so do us all a favor, would you find somebody else to blame? 'cause your words are like bullets and i'm the way your weapons aim __________________________________________________
Bright smile found his way up to his lips as he managed to go trough the song without messing up. For that one moment he was genuinely happy, all other emotions which were running trough his system and making him look like a train wreck, were forgotten. His fingers kept strumming absentmindedly. The notes he knew all too well. It was kind of relaxing. His self confidence sprung up to live, it almost felt it never disappeared. He was the loud, sometimes arrogant and obnoxious bastard but that was only because he knew that he was good at everything he bothered doing. Kids around, those who had chance to hear their rehearsals and friends to whom they played willingly and often, hummed their songs under their breaths. He had the chance to hear them doing so several times in the hallways as he passed by. It was a good feeling, extremely good feeling. It was one of the things that kept him going on, never stopping. The papers which he always carried inside his pockets found it's use again today. He pulled them out and even managed to fish out a pen. That little writing set was with him wherever he went. It was impossible to determine when an idea will strike. With ideas he didn't take any chances, he managed to forget too many of the good ones before he learned his lesson and found the way to prevent their mysterious disappearances. It was a shame that ideas were so uncooperative, it was almost as if they were trying to torture him. But in the end, when he'd manage to sort out the ideas in his head, get them down on the paper and get something solid, it was impossible to describe the feeling of the accomplishment. He could only guess that was the way the kids, who bothered to study, felt when they got some good grade. Music was the thing which ran trough his veins, replacing the blood fully. Sometimes he thought that was all that he needed to stay alive. Those were short but remembrance worthy moments.
There was a thing which he did when he was nervous, stressed and even slightly aggravated. It never managed to pass unnoticed by his band mates. Whenever he felt like that, he'd get the urge to correct lyrics, fix them and make them better despite the fact that they already sounded really good. Swapping them, changing words and reordering them, all that. Devon, Dougie and Damien found that extremely annoying. Darren didn't understand why. Didn't they want the songs to sound better as much as he did? More than once all three of them had to give up and face the fact that newly corrected songs really did sound better that way. Somehow, this time Darren knew that wouldn't be the case. He didn't have to be a genius to know that. Concert was so near now that they couldn't take any chances. Since they were performing down in the Enormabowl, it was almost sure thing that whole bunch of people would be there. They'd embarrass themselves royally if one of them, by any chance, forgot lyrics. No, he couldn't play with that this time. But his fingers itched so badly, dying from desire to correct two lines in one of the latest songs that he and Devon wrote together. Did fingers even have ability to feel desire? Well, his definitely had it. Somehow he managed to resist the temptation and not scratch the original, he just scribbled the new ideas on the margin of the notebook. He could always ask Devon for his opinion later on. That was if he managed to find him of course. Lately that became quite a task. His mate seemed to find the most amazing hiding spots with Vicky following close behind. Last time it was just one ribbon that fell off her dress that revealed them. It was a scene that he never wanted to see and he was sure that Damien felt the same way. The two of them were just unfortunate enough to be picked as the ones who needed to drag Devon to a rehearsal. It was two of them just in case Devon put any sort of a fight, it wasn't likely that he would but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
Hearing the doors close, he looked up. Till that moment he didn't even register that someone opened them. Surely, the person had to see that the room had been occupied. Whoever it was, he or she was here probably seeking for solitude and concentration so they probably just opened and closed the doors leaving him alone again. Yeah right, he should've known much better than that. Seeing the familiar figure, his jaw clenched. He didn't have to look all the way up to realize who was the impostor. His fingers flew over the strings, ending the song abruptly and probably startling everyone who was close enough to hear. The plan to avoid her just had to fail. Yet again. Was there maybe some fucking force which was pulling them toward each other? He really didn't know in what to believe anymore so even this idiotic idea sounded possible. Without a second thought he stood up grabbing both guitars in the process. If there was any possible way to avoid sharing space with her, he was going to take it. There was no point in even trying to discuss anything with her. It was a mistake, something he didn't want to happen in the first place and definitely didn't intend to repeat ever again. So there was nothing they needed to clear out. He had no idea what Audrey was trying to point out when she told him that she should talk to her. There was nothing to talk about. They tried to be friends once, it didn't work and he was stupid enough to think that it could work the second time they tried. It was in the past and that was exactly where it should've stayed. He and Katarina simply didn't match, they couldn't be anything more than acquaintances. Any other arrangement had great potential to result in an utter disaster and in the end, it did. She was just standing there and blocking his path, not a word slipped out. He would push her out of the way but he didn't want to risk damaging either of his guitars. Besides that, he wasn't completely sure that he was able to control his movements. He did want her out of the way but he didn't want to plaster her against one of the walls. The possibility sounded tempting but ending up in jail because of her was out of question. Trough gritted teeth he finally managed to shortly order "Move. You're standing on my way."
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