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It was a strange thing - that an ordinary man could go from a stage in Germany, tens of thousands of screaming and shouting fans spread out infront of the foursome, Les Paul in his hands, one night, to another hunched over unnoticable figure at the bar in some one-horse town the very next. If one were to ask a random passerby who 'that man' was, the response would likely run along the lines of 'Oh, probably just some bum off the street, buying twenty-five cent beer so he can stay inside where it's warmer'. The truth was, he was a good, wholesome kid who had been raised in a good town, by great parents, turned rockstar by pure dedication to his instrument and luck. He had enough money in the bank to buy every bar down this strip, bulldoze them all, and then rebuild them, yet one would never know it. His faded jeans fashioned holes in the knees and the stench alone of his grey zip-up hoodie could tell more stories than the average joe. While his bandmates had left him along the way - two in Chicago and one in LA - he had stuck on the plane until the bitter end, which was the local, near-abandonned airport just outside of the city here, then jumped in a taxi-cab - the other three, he was sure of it, would have arrived to airports packed with admirers and would have taken limousines back to their mansions - and come straight out here. He had missed Christmas, and New Year's, with his family and friends, yet seemed to be in no rush to make it back home - wherever 'home was': his modest apartment, his girlfriend's posh penthouse, or his parent's average house. Instead, he was much more interested in the drink infront of him, the heavily laced smoke between his fingers, and the lack of irritations surrounding him for the first time in months. A black toque pulled over his head, the hood of his sweater was tugged half on as well, and at his feet was a stuffed duffel bag - only someone who knew him well might recognize him if they took a careful look, but in the dim, dreary light, his dear friend anonymity took care of all his worries...

• You can be my garage band king -- Bianca, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 7:42pm PST
  • Home sweet home -- Gavin, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 7:52pm PST
    • She had been so caught up in checking out her nails and blocking out the sound of the ringing phone that she nearly jumped when he actually answered. "Damn it, its not normal for a person to be shocked when someone actually answers their phone." She stated, her voice somewhat teasing before she sat up on the couch. "What are you up to?" There wasn't really any, 'how was your trip' or 'how are you doing?' by now their relationship had just evolved into boosting one anothers careers and public appearances, the caring and the undeniable connection between the two seemed to have faded away. It had been such a gradual thing though that she hadn't even seen it happening, and now she couldn't really remember things being any other way.... (NT) -- Bianca, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 8:03pm PST
  • "I like to surprise people every once in a while." He explained as his eyes rolled skyward and he took a long drag off his smoke before responding to her question. "Drinking. And smoking. You're thinking about booking your next manicure." It was a teasing guess, but also a very accurate one - and he wouldn't be surprised to find that he was right. There was so much wrong with their relationship that he wondered sometimes why he even bothered, but then he was reminded of way back when they had first met - he held onto these memories - and things were so incredible then, and he just couldn't let go. (NT) -- Gavin, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 8:07pm PST
  • She smirked lightly as his comments, there wasn't many people she would let get away with the attitude with her but he got away with a lot more from her then anyone else did. Her tongue slipped out to run across her lips, her brow furrowed a bit. "Well,I could have guessed that you were drinking and smoking too, I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt." She smirked a touch before she shifted, tucking her legs beneath her as she held the phone between her ear and her shoulder. "So, I was thinking about going out tonight, feel like making an appearance with me?" It sounded like a business deal, not a girlfriend asking out her boyfriend for a night. (NT) -- Bianca, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 8:33pm PST
  • "I'm already out. And I just got in." He pointed out just because he seemed to prefer to be difficult before anything else when it came to her. "I guess I could though. I don't have a car." His was locked in a secure garage because he had been on tour the past few months, though he could probably have called any number of people and they would have set up a limo or a car for him for the night, but he wasn't really into the idea. "What'd you have in mind? I haven't showered in two days and I've been wearing this sweater for like a month." Ah, that was the best part about living the life of a musician - as much money as he made, he could look and smell and poorly as he wanted, and no one, except for his girlfriend, would say anything to him about it. (NT) -- Gavin, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 8:42pm PST
  • "I'm already out. And I just got in." He pointed out just because he seemed to prefer to be difficult before anything else when it came to her. "I guess I could though. I don't have a car." His was locked in a secure garage because he had been on tour the past few months, though he could probably have called any number of people and they would have set up a limo or a car for him for the night, but he wasn't really into the idea. "What'd you have in mind? I haven't showered in two days and I've been wearing this sweater for like a month." Ah, that was the best part about living the life of a musician - as much money as he made, he could look and smell and poorly as he wanted, and no one, except for his girlfriend, would say anything to him about it (NT) -- Gavin, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 9:57pm PST

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• She sighed deeply, only half teasing as she tapped her nails impatiently on the table in front of her. Her apartment was very posh, the very latest in everything. She spared no expense for anything, shown by the expensive crystal topped chrome table in the middle of the living room. "Do they not have water in Germany?" She questioned. "So, I'll send someone to get you wherever you are and you can come back here and take a quick shower...." She pursed her lips before she smirked, her voice low and enticing when she spoke again. "I'll even keep you company..." She had some of his clothes around here, he would never dress up, but at least it would be clean. Was clean so much to ask for??? (NT) -- Bianca, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 8:57pm PST

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• "Water is overrated." He scoffed at her before nodding ever so slightly, a small smirk touching him lips - she was no fool, she knew the way to persuade him. "If you keep me company, it won't be such a quick shower." He teased, but was already pushing cash across the bar to cover his tab for the night. "I'll take a cab. Be there in a little bit." He supposed it was only right that he spend his first night back with his girlfriend - though had she not called, it was possible that he would have just stuck around there till they kicked him out, then headed back to his empty little apartment. (NT) -- Gavin, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 11:44pm PST

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• "Well, it's still early in the evening, we have time." She smirked lightly, her hand going to run through her hair absently. "See you in a few." She stated before she hung up. Even though she was most likely going to be hopping in the shower with him in a few moments - Bianca was never seen as anything less then perfect so she quickly changed into a form fitting red sweater that clung to her slight curves, and a pair of designer cords that made her mile long legs appear even longer. A brush was ran through her hair to smooth it a bit before she twisted it up in a spiky bun and applied a layer of lip gloss and mascara was set to go... (NT) -- Bianca, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 11:52pm PST

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• "See you." He hung up as well and slipped his phone back into his pocket - the expensive silver state-of-the-art phone hardly seemed to fit with his appearence - and then hoisted up his bag and was on his way. The contrast between them was near unbelievable, yet at times they just seemed to work - so dysfunctional that, oddly enough, they functioned. Things couldn't last forever like this, but neither of them seemed to be concerned about forever just yet... (NT) -- Gavin, Fri, Jan 07 2005, 11:55pm PST