and the rain will kill us all.

[tyranbaerhartley]

●•It's the Sweetest Disease//

Slamming the door shut, he started to slowly walk towards the bed, his suitcase in hand. He didn't know when the band would 'gather around', but he honestly didn't care - he didn't get any sleep last night. He couldn't care less about noise or screaming or yelling or arguing.

All Tyran wanted was a nap. A long, comfortable nap. The bus wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, and definately not silent. It annoyed him that people could talk so much. He vaugely remembered hearing about how one of them used a Gatorade water-bottle for a science project. The rest he tried his best to block out. Which, in any case, did not work.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Tyran threw his suitcase on the other side of the small-ish double bed. He was too tired to think about anything. Everything and anything sounded too exhausting to do. Showering was next on his list, after the nap of course. Then he might take a swim. It was, after all, only four. He had the rest of the evening after six to do whatever.

Sleep was only possible, apparently. He jolted up ten minutes later, the racket from the other side of the walls loud and noisy. Damnit.

He crawled off the bed, not bothering to put his hightops back on. He opened the door, stormed over to the room next door, and began pounding against it. The noise stopped, and the door was pulled open, revealing not a tall blonde, staring at him. He recognized her as that bassist from Falling Down Hill. Whatever her name is. Oh, joy. A bassist living right next door. Super.

"Uh...could you keep it...like, down a notch? Please? Would it kill you?" No need to be rude. Ha.

The blonde tilted her head, a smile forming. "You're from...um...Regrets and Romance, right?"

Maybe this girl wasn't too terrible. She did have some nice piercings. Tyran used to have snake bites, but that lasted maybe a month before they got infected. The salt from the sunflower seeds didn't help, either.

"Tyran. Drummer. You're a bassist. Glad we met." Yes, rude was a good way.

●•It's So Contagious...;;

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lyrics go to otep//special pets

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Sometimes a day in a hotel hoping for peace and no disturbances isn’t the best thing to hope for. After Addison checked into the hotel after a long day, she got out a notebook with some song lyrics and notes for her band Falling Down Hill. Addison and her band figured out the notes and beats today, so she can finally practice something alone, and maybe make a new hit single.
When she dropped her bags on the floor and immediately took out her bass guitar, she sat down next to a music stand she had set up hours ago. After she plugged in the bass guitar, she began to strum some notes that we’re printed on a piece of paper. She slowly tried to play the music in front of her considering she hasn’t practiced her bass in a week because her and the band was trying to figured out the correct sound and notes. She’s only played the bass if they we’re trying to makesound right and, they all decided to take out any notes that sound weird. Addison was a bit rusty at guitar at first, but after a few minutes she got a song going along, and had fun playing her music. Actually, in fact, she felt like a real rock star and began acting like one by playing some cool notes that had an awesome rhythm. She felt free, she also felt surprised at the fact she can figure out a cool beat within seconds. Addison stopped for a split second, and sat down in her chair playing her notes slowly again until she heard a knock on the door. She put her bass on the hotel bed, and opened it.
Addison recognized the guy from a certain band she listened to a few times before (okay a few is actually a lie of some sort), and recognized his face from a poster she had a long time ago. She knew his name started with a T. She began thinking about it. Toni? Terrance? TJ? Tyler? OH THERE WAS A TY IN IT! It might just be Tyson, or Tyron. Oh wait that’s close too, yay I’m getting warmer. Her thinking moment was cut short when this drummer she recognized spoke to her.
"Uh...could you keep it...like, down a notch? Please? Would it kill you?"
Addison sighed, she didn’t even know she was too loud for her “neighbors”, but before she could become hot-headed and angry the guy for no apparent reason. To her he sounded a bit rude, but at the same time she knew he didn’t mean to be so she should just calmed her angry brain before she went off on someone.
“Okay, I’m sorry I was disturbing you,” she said sighing once again looking at her shoes. The way she said it was so fake, like she didn’t mean to be sorry because Addison still had that slight “OHMYGOD YOUR RUDE!” anger in her system. But she looked back up at his face and smiled, she thought she would bring up the question about his band immediately, and before thinking she shot the question.
"You're from...um...Regrets and Romance, right?" She asked him, she was just wondering before she was stupid enough to go bananas and be like “OH YOUR FROM REGRETS AND ROMANCE! I NEED AN AUTOGRAPH! BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE MY EFFING HERO!” Okay, that would be just stupid and she would be a complete idiot for yelling that crap. He would most likely walk away and say to himself “She’s a bit weird, and she may need to check in with her local doctor.” Addison cringed at that thought about what she would’ve said maybe, if she weren’t so mature right now. Oh well, what she said was a bit more, normal, you can say I guess.
Actually, forgetting that unexpected knock on the door, please keep the noise down incident, the guy whose name started with a freakin’ T, didn’t seem bad anyway. Not because, she absolutely listened to the band, and thinks every one of them is amazing no matter what they say to you, but because there was something past the fact he was famous, and she was just one of the first fans to meet them. Yes, she is still a fan, and will consider herself a fan, and not a famous person in Falling Down Hill, that had a chance to meet him after all.
"Tyran. Drummer. You're a bassist. Glad we met." He said immediately shutting off what could be another train of thought she had. She blinked once. OH YEAH! THAT’S HIS NAME! I KNEW IT! AHAHA! I WIN! YOU LOSE! …wait there was no one here to help me guess his name. Nevermind. BUT HE KNOWS ME TOO! …oh wait everyone knows me actually, I’m a bassist from Falling Down Hill, aha, who doesn’t know us? Well, people who don’t listen to rock, but still. Wait, a minute, he knows what instrument I play but not my name, crap.“Um, Yes, I do play the bass guitar in fact,” she said pointing to the guitar on her bed behind her. “So hey, I’m a bassist named Addison.” She said smiling again. I wonder if Addison is a name that’s difficult to remember. Okay, he hasn’t met me till now so he has an excuse. What if he forgets again? “You probably have something important to do right?” She asked, and back up slowly, as she really wanted to play her bass guitar again. She really, really, didn’t expect to hear an answer but, she really didn’t believe that Tyran would want to hang out with her. Why would he? I mean there’s nothing special here. Just another band member and her lovely noise from a bass guitar. Wow that’s funny. This is a funny and awkward situation. she thought.

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^{TAG - Tyran (danasaur)
WORDS - 982
NOTES - i feel as if this is fail because i'm writing this at 1-2am, and i think i spammed this with words. XD
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}