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Date Posted: 03:35:08 01/31/05 Mon
Author: Gavin
Subject: Yes, I've become a rock and roll cliché
In reply to: Bianca 's message, "
How far is heaven?
"
on 08:01:36 01/27/05 Thu

Except that he wasn't in the car waiting for her... An argument that afternoon with Dustin over drug usage had put him in a defiant mood and he was presently sitting shirtless in the band's dressing room - tying off to shoot up just to spite his concerned friend. Mike - the ever-focussed lead vocalist - was in and out of the room, getting things organized, while Johnny was watching Gavin gleefully from the couch - he just loved the drama. Dustin, of course, was nowhere to be found. These arguments were always initiated out of brotherly love, and so often disapated without being resolved before long. The limo driver had come to get him in the middle of the debate, and so he had just waved his hand and told the driver to just bring Bianca here - it never occured to him that she might be counting on him being there to pick her up. These events were such old news... As he hunched over a little bit on his stool in concentration, his just washed and still wet and unstyled blonde waves fell around his face, bare torso finely muscled but a little underweight, and littered with tattoos and a few scars, jeans fit to his hips - tattered and torn, but this time stylishly so - and the needle plunged into his arm, he was the very image of a stereotypical 'rock star'. He could wear his ratty old things around home, but out at an event or a shower - it was designer or no-play as per the record labels insistence. The dinner was a black-tie affair, but because he was performing, he wouldn't put his tux on till later...

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