Fame ain't free...

[Goth_Gurl2003]

OOC:
Name: Wednesday Davies
Age: 18
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair: Pink. Long and usually tied up in a high ponytail
Style: Punk rock
Other: Her left arm is tattooed all the way up. She has 1 nose, 5 ear and 2 eyebrow piercings.
Boob size: 32 C
Body: Slim. Willowy
Character: A little shy but when she comes out of her shell, she is a gig going rock chick.

I am looking for a guy character around the age 19-21. We'll see how it goes from there. Please PM!

IC:
I never knew I was going to be famous. You never expect it then, whammo! It¡¯s almost as subtle as a mallet to the nuts. You bask in the glory at first then suddenly, It¡¯s gone. Everything. All the things you once thought were important in life are non-existent. All there is to look forward to is interviews, photo shoots, gigs, nasty articles about you in the local tabloid¡¦ You can¡¯t remember the real purpose of starting all of that.

We all make mistakes. Hell, yeah! The biggest mistake I ever made was learning the guitar from the age of thirteen! You know that phase you go through when you would only listen to heavy metal and rock music? I don¡¯t think I ever got out of it. I was still learning guitar at eighteen.

It all started when Danielle, who was my kooky, gothic best friend suggested me joining a band. I think we were sitting in Mc Donalds avidly arguing over our two favourite bands in the world. Slipknot and Arch Enemy. Danielle reckoned that Slipknot had better lyrics than Arch Enemy. I remember getting very angry at that statement. Not seriously but enough to make a usually well spoken, serene, gothic girl argue back.

¡°Talking about bands, Wednesday,¡± Danielle said trying to change the subject, ¡°Why don¡¯t you join one? You are wicked at the guitar.¡±

¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± I muttered looking down at my feet. ¡°I¡¯m not that good anyway.¡±

I knew, really, that I was brilliant at the guitar but being the person I was, I guess I milked it a bit.

¡°Shut your filthy, lying arse up!¡± Danielle said, looking at me with her delicate eyebrows raised.

¡°Well. OK. I¡¯m alright but I¡¯m not like Kirk Hammet or anything.¡± I tried to sound reluctant but secretly, I knew I was pleased that somebody cared enough about me to say that.

¡°Well, duh. They were composing long before you learnt your ABCs you moron.¡± Danielle rolled her black-rimmed eyes.

¡°Whatever.¡± I said.

I really couldn¡¯t think of anything else the entire day. I made my way up the stairs. I walked into my once white walled room. It was now plastered with posters of Arch Enemy, Inme, HIM, Metallica, Deftones, Iron Maiden, Murderdolls, Nightwish, Sonata Nocturna and all my other favourite rock bands. The latest copy of Kerrang! decorated the unholy mess of my desk. I sat in front of the computer and started to type an ad. To actually join a band you need to make yourself known right?

PERSONAL AD
Name: Wednesday Davies
Age: 18 1/2
Instrument: Guitar
BIO: I¡¯m a guitarist with five years playing experience. I specialise in heavy metal/rock/punk music. I¡¯m vouching for the position of lead guitarist in a band. If you are interested please contact me by e-mail.

wednesday_13@hotmail.com

I posted this up on the Kerrang! message board and waited for the flood of e-mail that would come pouring into my inbox any minute.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

*This thread is now closed for me and Maka*

 

[Maka]

OOC:

Goth_Gurl, your inbox is full. Clear out some messages so I can reply to your PMs please



Name: Jamie Conway
Age: 19
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair: Midnight blue, smooth
Style: Punk rock
Other: Wears a black leather jacket and black jeans at all times, has a single silver earring
Body: Average height, slim but strong body
Character: Creative, moody, depressed


I remember how it all began, which was in a cyber-cafe. Ridiculous place for something like it to begin, but there you go. Life's a fucking joke that way.

I was sitting there, inhaling the smoke of my last cigarette, trying to picture the nicotine entering my lungs and eating their way down through them, turning them all black and tarry and disgusting. Like everything else, I guess. I remember thinking:
I want to die. I remember thinking: I need a razor, to cut my wrists and let out all of my time. I remember thinking: Is this bloody message-board ever gonna load?.

That's where I saw Wednesday's ad. What the hell?, I thought, She's probably just another poser, but it's better than just sitting here.

I typed in a quick email:

Yeah, yeah. I'm Jamie Conway. I'm no fucking Sid Vicious, but I can sing punk, I guess. If you're getting a band together, and you're serious and not some MTV poseur, I'm interested

That's where it all began.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

Damn.Forgot to put the location. Let's just say that we both live in the same town

OOC: oops. sorry bout da pm thing...

I guess I kinda fell asleep in front of the computer. It was only for like 2 minutes but the e-mail alert thing seemed to be going crazy. I clicked on a random e-mail.

Yeah, yeah. I'm Jamie Conway. I'm no fucking Sid Vicious, but I can sing punk, I guess. If you're getting a band together, and you're serious and not some MTV poseur, I'm interested

Hmm... I couldn't be fucking bothered about opening all the other e-mails. I started typing.

Cool. u free 2morrow at round 11? If u r i'll meet u @ Cafe Italiano or sumthing.
luv
Wednesday

I clicked on the send button and I stretched in my chair. I was tired and this Jamie dude had better get typing quick or I'd fall asleep again.

 

[Maka]

Re: Damn.Forgot to put the location. Let's just say that we both live in the same town

Cool. u free 2morrow at round 11? If u r i'll meet u @ Cafe Italiano or sumthing.
luv
Wednesday

I scanned the email and wrote a quick reply:

Whatever. Tommorow. Cafe Italiano. 11. You got it.

I switched the machine off and stabbed the smouldering butt of my cigarette into the complementary stainless steel ashtray. I paid, the lightness of my wallet reminding me once again how important it was I got some kind of paying gig soon.

I wondered, as I hit the streets, what this Wednesday chick was like. If she turned out to be just another skateboard punk, acting rebellious because she thought it was cool and writing stupid little songs about ex-boyfriends, I'd walk. I swear I would. I needed money, but I'd never need it enough for that.

Home was a tiny little apartment above a tattoo artist's shop. The bed sagged, there were cracks in the walls, and the landlord was starting to get itchy about his fucking rent, but it was better than where I'd been before, ie in the bosom of my family.

I turned out the light, and dreamed chaotic, angry dreams in darkness.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

I read the e-mail and decided to call it a day. I was fucked up. I walked over to my bed and I fucking collapsed onto it. I fell asleep instantly.

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I woke up really next morning feeling stoned. It was around 10:30am. I looked in the mirror and saw a tousled haired freak of nature. I groaned and rolled out of bed. A dragged my way over to my dresser and starting to drag a brush through my hair. I applied my make-up and tried to make myself look acceptable. I put on a black chinese top, black pvc mini, fishnets and a full length trench coat. I grabbed my guitar and mini amp before going downstairs. I didn't have breakfast and dashed out of the front door before my parents could come into my bedroom and find I had gone.

I walked past the shops until I came to a small dusty cafe. It was my fave place to stop by. I now knew the owner so well, he would give me free lates if he was in a good mood. Being skint I didn't complain. I bagged the nearest table and waited for this Jamie to arrive.

 

[Maka]

The daylight woke me, curled up into my usual foetus shape at the head of the bed. Very symbolic. Very revealing. Then again, maybe it was the only way I could sleep on the bloody, broken-springed thing.

For a moment, I just lay there, feeling the usual vague confusion and uncertainty about facing the world outside. Then I remembered about Wednesday, and glanced at the clock. Ten to 11.

I swore, pulled on my usual black t-shirt and jeans, plus leather jacket. It had one badge on the shoulder, just a plain silver thing with a black question mark inlaid on it.

It seemed witty at the time.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't been eating too well, and my face looked pale and a little gaunt; high cheekbones and dark, bruised circles around the eyes. Oh well.

Cafe Italiano was fifteen minutes away as the suicidal punk rocker in traffic runs. Horns blared at me, the electronic morning chorus, as I dashed across the road, ignoring the little red man. As always, a part of me was wishing one of them would get me, squish me, end everything.

I reached the small, run-down cafe and walked in, my eyes already searching for Wednesday, whoever she might be, already dreading an immacuately clean, white t-shirt Avril-type with delusions of punk. I would walk.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

I had begun feel a little anxious. I looked around. Still nothing. 'Stop it, you moron.' I said to myself. 'You haven't even seen the guy yet.'

I still couldn't budge the bitch that you call nerves from the pit of my stomach. I swallowed but my throat was dry. Why the hell was I feeling like this?

I was lost in thought when this...this guy walked through the door. I took in a sharp breath and looked him over. He was fit. I could feel my stomach squirming even more. All I did was stare for a bit. Then I decided to be brave and walked up to him.

'Hey. Are you Jamie?'

 

[Maka]

She didn't look like a skateboard punk, the kind I'd half been expecting. Dark trenchcoat, long pink hair, piercings, tattoed arm. An old-school punk look. I liked her a bit better for that, though not enough to let down my guard. I nodded at her, meeting her oddly anxious blue eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. You must be Wednesday, huh? Good for you"

I strode over to the able and pulled out a chair, turning it around and straddling it.

"So tell me about the band you want to form"

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

Jamie looked even better up close. 'Cut it out you wierdo.' I said to myself. I mentally shrugged and sat down opposite him.

'Um...I was thinking kind of dark goth slash metal. I can play pretty much anything though." I said trying not to let my nerves show.

I flicked the mop of my hair out of my eyes.

"I still don't have a drummer yet. It's gonna be a nightmare trying to find a decent one."

I couldn't read Jamie's expression. Nah...I was hoping too much. He probably doesn't like me anyway.

 

[Maka]

Wednesday seemed nervous, flicking her hair back. That made me feel a little uncertain too; what was her deal, anyway?

"I know a drummer", I said, "Billy. He's kind of a psycho, but hey. Most drummers are. He'd probably be up for something like this".

My smile was out of practise and a little lopsided. To cover, I reached for my cigarette packet, prominently marked with the official government warning: SMOKING KILLS. Well, duh.

"Want one?" I extended the packet to Wednesday. Looking at her full-on, for the first time looking for more than whether or not she was punk enough, I realised, beneath the shyness and down-cast eyes, she was really quite hot.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

"Yeah, thanks." I said.

I took a cigarette and dug around in my handbag for a lighter. By the time I pulled it out and lit the bloody thing, I was busy turning red. I always acted like this around guys I thought were fit.

I tried to bring the conversation back into swing.

"So...so like what kind of bands are you into?" I managed to say looking down.

I just couldn't bring myself to look into those eyes no matter how much I wanted to. I was just too scared.

 

[Maka]

I shrugged, lighting my own cigarette. I continued to watch her face, letting my eyes track across it.

"Arch Enemy", I said, "Bauhaus. Tom Waits. Nick Cave. Face to Face. Anything that's different. Anything that's not about beer and bubble-gum"

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

His constant staring was starting to make me even more nervous. It wasn't so much the actual act but how he was staring at me.

What made it more frustrating was I just couldn't read the expression like I could with any other person. It also made him all the more alluring.

I tried to keep intrack with what he was saying but I just couldn't help checking him out. 'Nice Body' I said to myself.

"I love Arch Enemy. Angela Gossow is the coolest person on earth." I replied trying not to vatch eye contact. Unwittingly, I looked up and our eyes met.

 

[Maka]

Our eyes met. There was an intense moment of contact, a moment when I couldn't blink or look away. In some ways, it was like meeting a challenge but over what? There was a weird hunger in Wednesday's eyes, and I felt it myself, almost a physical craving.

I didn't like this. I'd never needed anyone else and I wasn't gonna start now. I deliberately made myself look away from her face. The moment passed.

If I'd been that kind of pompous jerk, I would have cleared my throast. I wasn't. I didn't. I spoke again.

"What about a place to practise? Do you know somewhere? My apartment's kinda.... small. And neighboured. Not that I give a fuck, but ya know..."

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

"Yeah...um" I muttered. I was twisting the napkin under the table now. God, this was so not the way it was supposed to happen.

"My house is big enough but I live with parents.". I mumbled and started to blush again.

My eternal shame was my parents. They were usually cool with me having friends over and jamming but I'd have to so ask permission to have guys over.

They'd probably kill me for even suggesting it but I decided I really didn't give a shit anymore.

 

[Maka]

I raised an eyebrow.

"Parents?"

I decided to let it go.

"Well, do you think they'd let us play there? We're gonna need a place"

My cigarette had burned down to the butt. I lit another. The vague state of tension that had been with me all morning wasn't leaving off around Wednesday.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

I propped my elbows up on the table and rested my chin on my hands.

"Maybe. It might be cooler around Danielle's place." I said thoughtfully for once taking my mind off Jamie. "She's a bassist." I added.

 

[Maka]

"Okay, that sounds good"

I waved my cigarette at her guitar.

"You wanna go there and try it out now? We could talk to her about joining the group and shit while we're there"

Her pose, resting chin on her hands, was oddly cute. Made her look younger somehow, and more vulnerable. As I stood, I couldn't resist the urge to offer a hand to help her up, a gentlemanly little gesture that was about as far from normal me as could be imagined.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

I stared at Jamie's hand. I really didn't know what to do. I took it and I knew I was going red. Why on earth did God make me so shy?

"That sounds good. I'll call her now and tell her we're coming over." I said.

I pulled out my cell phone and texted Danielle.

'hey. me n a m8 r somin ova 2 ur place. meet u der in a min. luv wednesday.'

"Let's go." I said.

We walked hand in hand down the street. At one point I was too busy trying not to show my nervousness I tripped over a crack in the pavement and fell straight into Jamie.

 

[Maka]

I caught Wednesday as she fell towards me, throwing my arms around her shoulders to keep my balance. The feel of her slender body, warm and firm, pressed against mine drove me crazy. I could feel her breasts, in that tight black top, against my chest.

I took several deep, calming breaths of sweet sweet oxygen and then, reluctantly, began to let go.

"Uhh... sorry. You kinda fell"

You kinda fell. Gosh. How suave.

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

As Jamie began to let go I tightened my grip on him. I didn't let go. The feel of his body pressed up against mine was too good.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. I stayed there for a moment before coming to my senses and backing away.

"I'm sorry." was all I could say.

 

[Maka]

I had wanted to run a hand through her loose hair, to stroke it and braid it. I could smell her, a sharp, clean smell, different from the smog and stench of the town all around us. For a moment, with her holding on to me, I had relaxed.

"I'm sorry", she said hesitantly.

I wasn't. I wanted to run over to her and embrace her again, be consumed in her eyes and lips, take her there and then in the street.

I didn't, though. She'd just tripped and need to regain balance. I was completely overreacting. Being around this girl, this Wednesday, was like a trip.

"It's cool", I said, striving for nonchalance

 

[Goth_Gurl2003]

I didn't know I could be that daring. My heart was thudding against my rib cage.

All I could think of was the sensations that I had felt when Jamie had held me in his arms.

Suddenly, Danielle and the band wasn't so important anymore. I turned to face Jamie.

"You are really good looking you know...Bet you've had loads of girl friends." I said in a low husky voice which didn't sound like me at all. 'Wow!' I thought. 'Why the fuck did I make my voice go like that?'.

 

[Maka]

Her voice had changed, turned huskier. I stared at her, moved closer.

"Not that many", I said, shrugging, "Most girls think the whole tortured existential punk angst thing is wearing a bit thin, and I should 'get a proper job' or something"

Slowly, just wanting to touch her again, I placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to throttle the urge to just pull her to me.

"Why?", I asked, quietly