Rock Star (Closed for RoleplayMaster)

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Name: Benilda "Benji" Daniels
Age: 23
Occupation: Lead Singer and guitarist for one of the hottest Rock Bands of the decade; "Twisted Dreams"
5'7, 140 pounds, black hair with blue tips although naturally blonde, gray eyes, very fit.

Benilda Daniels, or more commonly known as 'Benji D,' grew up in a very Christian home. After her mother died from breast cancer when she was six, her father dedicated his life to the Church, forcing Benji along with him. Although she didn't mind, she found it rather enjoyable. At the age of ten she joined the Church's choir and quickly felt in love with music. She sang all the time, trying out at every school talent shows and even started writing songs. On her thirteenth birthday she given a brand new guitar, learning it easily.

But one thing she learned from Church was things would always been thrown in your path to challenge you. And that's exactly what happened when her father was killed in a store holdup, forcing her to move with her aunt in Seattle. He was just an innocent bystander he didn't deserve to be shot while just buying some milk for dinner

She lost her faith after that. The songs she wrote changed from happy love songs to dark hateful songs. The changes she made were intense. Her long blonde hair was chopped into straight layers and dyed black. Her nose and lip were pierced. She even got herself a few tattoos; 'Never Die' on her right wrist, a Blue Jay on the other. She wasn't a innocent little Church-going girl anymore.

By eighteen Benji had large tattoos covering her sides and back. Even 'Your Worse Nightmare' and a six-shooter on her lower stomach a little above her pants line. She had met a few other local musicians and quickly formed a rock band which she dubbed "Twisted Dreams." They became known for playing in small bars and clubs throughout the Pacific Northwest.

But as she stood on stage today, surrounded by screaming fans it felt so long ago. The band was discovered and offered a record deal. She became one of the hottest female Rockers ever. Number 13 on Maxium's hot 100. And she loved every minute of it.

Her fans jumped and pushed each other trying to get closer to the stage as she reached down and touched a few of them. Everyone wanted a piece of her. When she finished her set she threw her guitar into the crowd, watching as the tore at each other to grab it. The studio would buy her a new one she thought with a grin. Stepping off the stage she quickly made way to her lounge and lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply.

"Benji, baby you were wonderful!" Chris, her agent said as he walked in behind her. "They loved you!"

She let out a little heh sound as she grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Of course they love me Chris, I'm their freaking idol!" She said pouring four shots, one for each member of the band. Jinx; the drummer Dallas; her main bass, and Meko; her guitarist came storming into the room and grabbed theirs. Downing them, as she picked up her own shot and gave a little toast. "Damn good being famous!" she said as she tipped it to her lips, letting the warm tasteful liquid slide down her throat.

She pulled her sweaty long black and blue hair into a loose pony tail as Jinx sat down beside her and whispered in her ear, "What do you say we head to the trailer before the after party?" She pinned him with a vicious glare. "I thought we agreed it was over?"

He sighed running his hands over her stomach. "Come on Bee... don't be that way, I want us to be together."

She pushed his hand away as she stood up. "And I don't, Jinx... deal with it. Besides, I got some meet and greets to deal with." She said as she took another shot. Damn she loved being a rock star... free booze where ever she went!

 

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Jinx pulled her to a stop as she tried to leave the room. "Bee, come on! I just miss what we had.... I want it back."

Benji pulled her arm away from him and pinned him with hard glare. "Jinx the answer is no! I already told you I don't want a relationship." Before he could say another work she was already waking away. How dare he? Would he really risk messing up the bad? Why couldn't he accept that she didn't want to commit to a relationship.

She worked her way throught back of the stage, making a quick detour from the meet and greet room to stop by the bar and pick up a bottle of Jack. Drinking and smoking were really the only bad things that she did to her body. Fitness was a huge deal to her, she spent most of her free time working out whenever she wasn't recording, rehearsing, or performing. She thought it was important to eat healthy as well. Her food consisted of green vegetables, fruit, and lean white meat. After all the alcohol she drank, she had to di whatever she could to stay healthy.

She took a swig from the bottle before filling a clean cup with ice, half way up with Jack then added some Coke. Yeah... that'll help keep her mind off of Jinx. She made her way to the meet and greet lounge, holding her strong drink in hand as she was greeted by squealing fans. She gave them a grin as she placed herself in the chair and grabbed her favorite blue Sharpie.

"Alright who's first?"

 

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Benji took a sip of her drink as the first fan came bouncing up to her. The girl was probably about eighteen and she seemed way too ecstatic about meeting her, she felt the need to punch the girl in the face to wipe away that smirk. But Benji knew she couldn't do so she just gave the girl a smile and pulled the lid off of her sharpie ready to throw down her signature on whatever was laid before her.

"Oh my god! I've always wanted to meet you! You're like so amazing, people say I look like you!!" The girl rambled as Benji scribbled away on the CD cover. She resisted the urge to write "Fuck off, we look nothing a like," and settled with "Keep rocking, Benji D." She even tossed in a little heart beside her name to show how much she really cares.

The next fan was no different. Some idiotic bubbly girl who worshiped her. This one is apparently a inspiring artist who wrote music. "That's great, maybe one day you'll tour with me!" Benji said with a huge grin. It will NEVER happen... she thought as she signed the girl's guitar.

When the only guy one got to her table, she was honestly rather bored of doing this. She felt a little woozy from the drink and she really wanted to just go take a nice relaxing shower. Almost done... thank fucking god!

He set down three items for her to sign, and she wasted no time doing her signature.

"I'm your biggest fan." She smiled her fake smile, as some random girl took a picture of them. Everyone was her biggest fan. Girls wanted to be her, guys wanted to have her. Hell, everyone loved her. She was an idol to them, but none of them really knew who she really was.

Benji stretched as she leaned back in her chair. She gave a slightly shrug as to his comment about the new tattoo that resided on the back of her neck. She had just gotten it done about two days ago so it was still pretty red and puffy. "It's a cross..." She said moving her hand over the black ink. She had gotten it for her father, but she would never actually admit that to anyone. "It's just another tat...."

 

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Benji rubbed her neck lightly. "Yeah, look I'd love to show you it. But, as you can see I have other fans waiting." She picked up the stuff she signed and held it out to him. "Maybe drinks another time, I'm busy right now." She said plastering a fake smile on her face. "A rock star's life is a busy one."

She nodded to her guard as he stepped in and gave a big smirk. He was hoping for act, she could tell. "Listen buddy, why don't I lead you out. Benji is busy."

She took another sip of her drink as the last girl pushed past the previous fan and started rambling on. Benji tried to listen but the alcohol and exhaustion was making it hard. All she wanted to do was go back to her bus and pass out. She was tired of all the fans thinking they knew her. Thinking she owed something to them. She loved being a rock star but at times she hated her fans.

At the same time she just wanted to pass out on this table. Jinx would be back at the bus and she did not want to deal with him whining and trying to grope her all night. If he tried he would probably end up with a black eye. She just wanted some peace tonight.

"Huh?... Oh yeah, we're doing a new video for 'Wicked.' The filming starts in a week." She said snapping out of her daze to answer the girls question, as she quickly scribbled her name on the poster and CD in front of her.

 

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Benji groaned in delight at the last fan was escorted out. Finally! She was so tired of hearing out she was everyone's hero, how everyone wanted to be her, how every fan was her biggest. Being a rock star was awesome and she loved it but... but the fans are annoying as shit! She downed the last of her drink and capped her sharpie as Chris came bouncing to her.

"Benji, baby!" He said with a little too much excitement as he flung his arms out to her.

"Stop calling me baby or I'll fire you..." She grumbled as she stood up, wobbling a little. The drinks were working their wonderful magic, thankfully.

Chris stared at her for a moment, looking concerned, before dropping his arms. "Aw cheer up BD, don't be such a downer. The concert when great, no freaks at the greet. Why so sad?"

She chuckled softly as she stumbled past him to head toward the bar again. "Why so sad? I'm not sad... I'm tireder than fuck and I want to go pass out. Do you have a problem with that?" She went to grab her bottle, but Chris who shadowed her every step stopped her.

"Benji, I think you've had enough for the night..." He said pulling the bottle away from her grasp.

Benji gave him a glare. "Chris, give me my fucking bottle or you will be fired. I'm not joking!" She tried to snatch it from him but he turned to quickly... and honestly she was a little too drunk to play this game. "Chris I'm serious! Give me it!" She snatched again, missing before throwing her arms up. "FINE! Fuck it... and fuck you too. You're my fucking agent, not my fucking sobriety counselor! But whatever, fuck it!" She shoved past him walking toward the stage. He called out for her, but she just ignored it. She knew he wouldn't follow. He's pushing her enough already and he knew she'd fire him in a heartbeat.

She stumbled as she climbed the stairs leading to the stage. It was still mess with the aftermath of the concert, beer cans, shirts, and other random stuff people tossed so thoughtlessly around. She hummed softly as she walked the stage, laughing as she almost fell.

"No matter what tomorrow brings, I'll be yours. No matter what put in our path, I'll stand and fight...." She sung softly to herself as she twirled, completely taken over by the alcohol. Her thoughts carried her away in dreams of just saying fuck off to everyone and running away. But she couldn't. Fucking contracts.

Before she knew it she was off the stage heading out the front door, turning toward her bus. She didn't want to deal with anyone, but she wanted a bed. Even if it was just the temporary one that was no where near as fluffy as her actually one in L.A. She swayed herself as she hummed her song, oblivious to the world around her, her focus just on her bus.

The next few minutes happened in such a blur. She was walking carelessly when something was thrown over her head, she screamed and twisted against the body that pressed against her. Some sort of fabric was stuffed into her mouth, muffling her screams. Her wrist grabbed as she was forced around, causing them to stumble and fall toward the grass. She tried screaming again, nothing. She kicked her legs at the unknown attacker, hoping to strike him, but again... nothing. Before she knew it her hands were tied behind her back and she was being lifted into strong arms and carried.

Seconds later she was tossed into the back of a car. She felt scared, unsure what was happening. She kicked and squirmed to get her arms free so she could get out, the knot was too tight for her to get release. She had been warned about different stalkers who threatened her but never really gave them much thought. Of course, she was regretting it now. Why hadn't she walked out with security? Because you're stubborn...? Oh yeah... that's why.

She continued to kick and attempt to scream, only it was pointless. She was weak from exhaustion, lost from the booze, and just overall completely just lost. She felt the car moving, it made her feel sick and dizzy.

It was only a few moments later, her mind shut down and she passed out.

 

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Benji was dreaming... she knew it. Once again on stage in her expensive, yet free to her of course... sponsors, get up. The tight black jeans hugged her perfectly, her shirt was at least two sizes to small, showing off her cleavage and her stomach. But it was the boots she liked best about the outfit. Leather knee highs with a small heel, studs and spikes alternating up the leg in a crazy but organized pattern. They were made just for her. Such sexy boots!

Her hair had been teased and twisted then swept away from her face into a messy ponytail. Make up, dark eyeliner, a red shadow over her eyelids, matching her lipstick. She was dressed for a concert. Another arena of screaming fans. Bright lights making her feel warm and sweaty. Just another concert.

The crowd raved in excitement when she took the stage. The fireworks blazing and booming to announce her arrival. Same as normal. Her band gave her a smile as she pasted them, saying a silent "Give them Hell!" She planned on it. She took her stand at the front as the heavy drums and loud guitars kicked into one of her songs. When it was time she opened her mouth to let loose her voice...

But nothing...

No sound came out. No words, not even a groan. What the hell?! There was nothing. Like her voice was stolen. Her mind thought of The Little Mermaid, but she didn't sell her voice away for a prince? What was going on? The band stopped playing as her hands went to her throat. She tried again, tried willing something, anything to come out. But only silence. Then the fans stopped scream and grew quiet, the eyes glued to her, their faces in shock. Then they started screaming again. Only this time not in admiration, not in love... in hate. They were angry.


Benji tried to shout, tried to sing to satisfy her hungry fans. Gid why couldn't she speak! What was wrong?!


Then her mind snapped awake. Her eyes blurred and sore as light assaulted them. Her head hurt, her body ached. What the fuck happened last night? She remembered the concert but that's was it. Why did she dream? She normally just passed out then woke up. Why did she have that dream?

She's groaned as she pulled her arms up to stretch, only to find she couldn't. What? The weirdness continued. She glanced down dizzily to see why she wasn't moving. What?! Her hands were bound to a chair. What the fuck was going on?! She pulled at the hard, only to find they wouldn't budge. What was this?! Her eyes jumped up to the room, it was dark and her eyes still only adjusting. Then she noticed him. The guy... from the meet and greet. She gave a groan. "What the fuck!" He kidnapped her really? Come on! And undressed her it appears too as she now sat in her black and red lacy bra and panties.