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Post by `alex weathers on Jun 6, 2008 22:59:19 GMT -5
A cold breeze whipped through the scheduled nurse tent structure, chilling a lonesome Alex Weathers. He sighed heavily, scribbling something resembling a cave mans mark on a excited girls shirt. He put on a wide, fake smile, and winked at her. It was for the fans, right ?
Alex felt like an idiot sitting in their bands tent. Why ? Well, it could partly be because he was the only band member there attending the meeting session, or it could be because of the strange fans storming into the tent. He gave the air a nasty scowl, placing his face on his hand roughly, setting his elbow on the cheap fold up table in front of him. The tent's ceiling dipped far down but as Alex stood up for a picture, not even the top of his head skimmed it. He gave a sad sigh, an argument with himself erupting in his mind. He felt sad that the only time he could find his band mates was on stage. Any other time of the day, they were no where to be found. He scrunched up his face, feeling selfish. Of course they all had important things to do. But they were on this tour for a reason. They might be with their family. Their band was family enough ! Similar arguments ran through his head, clashing with his thoughts on his some what troublesome relationship.
He crossed his arms tightly, not caring the questioning looks he was getting. He looked down at the ground, his eyes skimming around with thought. He knew this would happen. Anything that brought him joy ended in sorrow. He had emotional scars to prove it. Biting his lip, he didn't know whether to be utterly mad, or to be sad.
He uncrossed his arms and put his bad temper behind him, trying to focus on his few fans. He smiled that fake, dazzling smile at them, saying a few sweet hellos along with the occasional thank you !
After taking a few more pictures, he plumped down in his seat. He gave a sad sigh and said "Sorry, I'm done for tonight. Come again tomorrow or something." he waved his hand at them and exited out the back of the tent. He didn't go to his caravan or anything. He just sat down on the grass behind the tent. He crossed his legs Indian style and looked up at the sky, feeling a mixture of joy and reluctance to wards his relationship with Luka.
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Post by milo martin on Jun 9, 2008 22:08:15 GMT -5
Milo had played a show sober for the first time in three months. He was still fucking miserable as hell. He didn’t know what to do with himself. Without Katherine, he felt this god-awful void, this black pit of despair in his stomach, sucking out his soul.
He was desolate, and felt like he didn’t have any friends. No wonder why he drank – he felt so fucking depressed all the time. He had been seriously considering leaving the band, just because of how depressed he felt. He was tired of it all. On top of it, he felt disconnected from the rest of his band mates, who were supposed to be his best friends. He felt like he couldn’t talk to them.
After the show one night, Milo was meandering through the backstage area, oblivious to the people and events going on around him. He had the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head, the drawstring tugged down tight, successfully evading a mass of fans waiting for him by the meeting tents. The fans were weary, dirty and sweating from being at the festival all day. He was supposed to be at the meeting tents with Alex tonight, but that’s the last place he wanted to be. He felt like curling up into a ball and crying.
He swaggered out behind the tent and saw Alex lying there, on his back, looking sleepily happy. Damn it – why did Alex get to be happy and he was as miserable as an overweight paraplegic at Disney World? Probably because he had his heart ripped out of his sternum and nailed to a wall.
He plopped down on the grass and then lay beside his old friend. They’d known each other for so long, since ninth grade detention, but for some reason, this tour made them seem distant from one another. Milo folded his arms behind his head and sighed audibly.
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Post by `alex weathers on Jun 11, 2008 1:15:33 GMT -5
Alex gave a slight start at the sudden appearance of a familiar figure. Alex turned his head towards his long time friend, looking at him with thoughts whizzing around in his head. He echoed Milo's sigh, sliding down in the grass for more comfort.
“Hiya toots,” came from his right side. He gave Milo a small nod in response. He shrugged his shoulders, adding a "Nothin'" at the end, followed by a quiet "Just thinking." He rubbed his eyes and stretched out his arms as if he had just woken up from a long afternoon nap. "Where you been ?" he asked in a rather impatient tone. "I haven't talked to any of the band in-" he stopped in mid sentenced, wrinkling his face up. He never cared much for people who complained about nothing at all when there were people with much worse problems. He didn't want to become one of those people.
"I hate this place." he laughed. "Not the same as coffee shop gigs, is it ?" he smiled weakly, remembering the old days when him and his band were struggling. Looking back on it now, he thought, those times were easier. The drama was at a minimum and the music was for the band's enjoyment, not for some label. He didn't feel the same way when he was on stage with apparent strangers. What happened to the laughing group of teen kids practicing in a pizza hut alleyway ? What happened to the rebellious group of friends who didn't care about gossip columns, or some festival ? The music was from the soul, the music wasn't forced upon them. He silently laughed at himself inside of his head. Way to not comlpain.
OOC; ewwwh. I hate you, 2:12 A.M! sorry that it fails hardcore :\
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Post by milo martin on Jun 11, 2008 22:59:33 GMT -5
“Just thinking, huh? I thought I smelled hair burning,” Milo grinned to himself, his first real smile for a long time. Being with Alex always made Milo feel at ease – there wasn’t anything his best friend couldn’t do for him. No matter how down he felt, or how shitty things were going, Alex could brighten him up.
“Where you been? I haven’t talked to any of the band in—”
“I’ve been around. Doin’ my thing,” Milo replied. That is, if his “thing” was getting shit-faced each and every night, drinking until he blacked out and waking up in the same clothes he had fallen asleep in the night before. Which it was, apparently. At least, it was now. But then again, this had been Milo’s thing since he was about fifteen. “You know, being all around miserable except for the half hour we’re on stage.”
“I hate this place. “Not the same as coffee shop gigs is it?”
“No, definitely not,” Milo chuckled, gazing up at the sky, dark blue and milky with clouds. “Or the sketchy clubs. Or the dive bars.” Ah, those were the days. When they played the basement shows and VFW’s upstate for a pittance, and to get into their shows meant ten dollars and a no-reentry hand stamp; the kids who attended those shows were the true devotees, and made their own Scheduled Nurse t-shirts, and the girls who came wore the cutesy nurses’ caps from the World War 2 era. Where had that gone? Milo loved that little shtick. Now it was all about being professional, and having hair and makeup people, and projecting a good image in hopes of scoring that record deal. He felt more like a whore than ever.
“This is definitely new territory, isn’t it?” He glanced at Alex. “How do you like fame so far? Truth be told, it agrees with me about as much as sugar agrees with a diabetic.”
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Post by `alex weathers on Jun 14, 2008 3:01:05 GMT -5
Alex let out a laugh, looking over at his friend and nudging him slightly. "Something I know you don't do." he teased, feeling slightly better. "Hey, what's this ?" he asked. "Chill Milo ? That's definetly a first. Here, anyways." This tour had been a blessing and a curse, Alex decided. While the band got it's fame, it got it's seperation, too. They had all become distant, and it hurt Alex. The love of the game had turned into the sickness of winning.
Alex once again laughed. "Which would be what, exactly ?" he crossed his arms. He didn't actually need to ask that question, he new Milo too well. Since he'd met Milo, he'd always been the one at the party scene. In fact, add two highschoolers and one tequila too many and you would get the begining of Scheduled Nurse. "You stole the words right out of my mouth. Happiness is a funny thing, man." he mumbled.
Gazing up at the same sky as Milo, Alex added "Or the band practices in garages. Or the chinese restruant owner next door yelling at us to shove the drum sticks up our-" If he could start over, trading the big crowds and record label for the struggling band life was worth it. Too late for regrets, however. Fighting for the thing that ruined your life seemed silly, but there really wasn't much of a choice now. The thoughts of things getting better kept Alex fighting harder. Hopes for some of the passion back was enough to keep him going.
He picked up some grass and started tearing it up. There was an if in the back of his head; what if he didn't join the band ? Where would he be today ? Who would he be with ?
"Yup." he said simply. "Well, I guess that's one way to put it. I could live with a little less people invading every inch of my life, yeah. Hey Milo, ever thought about leaving, or am Ijust crazy?"
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Post by milo martin on Jun 14, 2008 3:24:20 GMT -5
Milo sighed and lost himself in the conversation with Alex. This felt so familiar, so like old times, that the fact that they were anywhere else was totally lost on him. As far as Milo was concerned, they were back home in the good old NYC, lying on lawn chairs on the roof of his grandmother's brownstone in Midtown. Nothing like the old times. Who knew they were so good?
He could only wonder if the heavy-hitters out there nowadays, Pete Wentz and the like, ever regretted signing their soul over to the evil music industry, and wished like hell they could return to just playing those stupid local garage-and-basement shows.
"Hey Milo, ever thought about leaving, or am I just crazy?"
It was if Alex had read Milo's mind, and that made his heart skip a few beats. It could be a dozen years or more since he sat down and talked to Alex, but once they were together, it was as if not a second had passed, and that's what Milo treasured about this friendship.
He bit his lip and sighed softly. "Alex...I think about it all the time. Seriously. Every waking second I'm on this tour, I think about just packing my shit and gunning it back to the city, and holing up in my loft with my dog and a year's worth of food and paperback novels. I just don't want this anymore." He had to squeeze his eyes shut to prevent the tears from escaping. "I would give anything...anything at all...to not be here right now. I've never felt more disconnected." [/size] |
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Post by `alex weathers on Jun 14, 2008 3:52:26 GMT -5
Alex turned to look at his band mate, his best friend. Memories of the old days back in highschool swept over him, and he closed his eyes and smiled. Looking back upon those naive years, he wondered how they could have been so foolish. How could they have been so silly as to not treasure every second they had being kids? Their problems weren't anything like they were now. No confusion, no heart break. It was the same, high school drama that made their simple worlds go round. It seemed like just yesterday Milo and Alex were making paper airplanes in detention, getting another weeks worth. It was as if they had went to bed highschoolers and woken up adults with a big world upon their shoulders. Taking their youth for granted made Alex smile. Naive. He thought about ten years later when this would seem naive.
Alex closed his eyes and tried to picture what his life would be like without the fame, without the gossip, without the tour. It looked simple, and more importantly, normal. Maybe fame wasn't his thing. The rush and excitment of performing was great, sure. But here he was, picturing himself normal.
Alex turned towards Milo. "You're making more sense than I have ever heard in my entire life." he laughed. "This wasn't like I thought it would be. It lost....it lost it's meaning after a while, you know ? When I thought of us coming here, I thought it would be differen't. I was wrong. Getting away from here sounds so good right about now. Hell, i'd rather be at home with my ass whipe step dad than here with my life in the magnifying glass. Normal sounds perfect." he finished in a hurry. "So much for highschool dreams, huh ? Fame is overrated. But i'm not sure that's what I wanted in the first place"
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Post by milo martin on Jun 15, 2008 2:05:03 GMT -5
”Yeah, not only am I making sense, I’m sober too. Call me butter, ‘cause I’m on a roll,” Milo joked goofily. He sighed. He might have been sober, but right now he ached for an ice-cold pull of Absolut. He could feel his jaw twitch just thinking about it.
“No, you’re right. It’s definitely not like how I thought it would be,” he said in a soft voice. “I didn’t know it was going to suck this hard. I mean, you think ‘fame’, you think—hot shit, I was born ready for this! But the truth is…the truth is, I’d rather be at home, too. I never realized what an asshole I really am until I started seeing my name in gossip columns. I really need to change who I am. I mean, shit—I’m a fucking whore, aren’t I?”
He stretched his arms over his head and then folded them behind again, using them as a pillow. “You know…there was this one time, I told my grandma I wanted to be a rock star when I grew up,” he said after a long pause. “She said that I was going to go to hell. I’m beginning to think that the old woman was right. I seriously feel like I’m in hell.”
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Post by `alex weathers on Jun 19, 2008 3:17:10 GMT -5
"Well, there's always a first time for everything." he shrugged as wide smile spread across his face. "And somethings never change." he shook his head, laughing.
"I know.." he sighed. "I know. But it's nothing like that, is it ?" he looked down at his hands. "Milo, we are home. I don't know about you, but this is the only thing I have left. And that's fucked up too. I can't even get my relationship straight, and apparently, the one person who makes me happy here is bearing my child." he clinched his jaw. "The partying, the groupies, everything, it isn't worth shit to me. I'd trade everything to spend one night at home."
After what Milo said, Alex couldn't help but laugh. "It brings out the worst in you." he rubbed the sides of his head, thinking things over. "No, this isn't hell yet, Milo. We're not even half-way done yet."
"So, besides this place, what else is going on with you? Where is your place in the headlines lately, Mr. Martin?" he said to him, smirking. "How are things with you and Katherine ?"
OOC; eh, sorry. imma trying to get into the alex posting mood xD
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Post by milo martin on Jun 19, 2008 16:19:56 GMT -5
Milo turned his head towards Alex in disbelief. “Relationship? Bearing your child? The fuck are you talking about, Weathers?” He raised his eyebrows in shock. Where had he been? Who was pregnant? What? “How much have I missed?” Yeah, douche-bag, how much HAVE you missed while you were stumbling around, drunk off your ass? “Why haven’t you told me anything about this? Is Luka pregnant?” He thought he had read something about that in one of the gossip columns, but he dismissed it as a stupid, untrue rumor.
“And…I’m not…me and Katherine, we’re not—” Milo paused. fuck, who was he kidding? There was no way he could deny this. Alex was his best friend, and if he couldn’t talk to his best friend, who could he talk to?
Milo gave a small smile. “Katherine and I…well, we…we’re great. We were, actually. We were great. Things have kind of…fallen apart, regrettably.” He shrugged and shook his head. “I’ve been utterly miserable without her, Alex. I’m actually in pain without her. That’s not normal, is it?” [/size] |
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Post by `alex weathers on Jun 19, 2008 20:42:32 GMT -5
Alex looked over at Milo's shocked face. The smile on his face got bigger and bigger each time Milo asked another question and before long, he couldn't take it. He fell over on his side, bursting with laughter. After a few minutes of laughing, he wiped his eyes, still chuckling. "Milo, don't be dense." he cleared his throat. "The only child I have to deal with is you and Locky." he teased. "Luka and I got married in Vegas, and some gossip was going around that she was pregnant." he rolled his eyes. "You haven't missed anything."
"Yes, yes. I can totally understand what your stuttering." rolling his eyes once again, smiling a genuine smile. Anytime Alex was with Milo, he felt at ease. Plus, Milo's cheesy jokes always amused him.
Alex's face twisted into a concerned one. "What happened ?" he asked curiously, even though he probably could have guessed for himself. It either involved sex, alcohol, or fighting. That's what Alex always remembered Milo's problems being about. Hell, Alex and him had there few share of fights and high school. Verbal, of course. Alex looked over at Milo and blinked a few times, a shocked look on his face. "You, actually missing a girl ? You're...you're kidding." he gave a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno if it's normal but...I know what it's like. Every single day..."
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Post by milo martin on Jun 20, 2008 0:56:40 GMT -5
Milo scowled as Alex doubled over laughing. He hated feeling so out of the loop in the life of his best friend. “Shut up,” he muttered. Then, as he heard what Alex revealed, his eyes went wide.
“You…and Luka?! Got married?! When?!” Milo asked in astonishment. “Alex! Why didn’t you tell me?! How did it happen? When? Where? Tell me everything, now!” He was exasperated by the fact he didn’t know this. How did one of his best friends get married right under his nose? Milo always thought that when Alex got married, he would be his best man or something along those lines. He felt a little betrayed, a little heartbroken.
He didn’t want to talk about him and Katherine right now, not when Alex had just dropped a huge bombshell like that. Out of frustration, Milo gave Alex a punch on the forearm. “You asshole,” he scoffed. "How can you keep something like that a secret?"
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