Post by emlyn on Jun 17, 2010 5:28:59 GMT 10
}--that was the day i decided--{
}--i'd never sing of love--{
well hai thurr, this post is for whoever wants it and it's approximately 745? words long, without coding, and you can picture everyone's favorite asshole in black jeans, red cons, and a black zipup hoodie unzipped with bare chest, so yeah! the lyrics are from 'the only exception' by paramore and this whole template is by me, asho. so, let's go!
}--i'd never sing of love--{
well hai thurr, this post is for whoever wants it and it's approximately 745? words long, without coding, and you can picture everyone's favorite asshole in black jeans, red cons, and a black zipup hoodie unzipped with bare chest, so yeah! the lyrics are from 'the only exception' by paramore and this whole template is by me, asho. so, let's go!
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]despite what everyone else in this fucked up, bankrupt world might have thought, rockstars worked hard. damn hard, in fact. sure, it was an irregular work schedule, but it sure as fuck could be draining. it was fucking hot out here, and when you screamed and jumped and played until you were sure you'd lost ten pounds in sweat alone, you can't help but feel like you are a valid part of the workforce. standing up on that stage, screaming to the crowd and hearing them scream back, feeling the ground beneath you pulsate with their excitement...it was electric. and dammit, it certainly made you feel like you were doing some good. even if you only succeeded in momentary thrills and excitements otherwise, up on that stage, you were god.
after ducking backstage long enough to hydrate so he felt he wouldn't pass out and waiting for the fans to disperse back to their own respective temporary dwellings, the boy could come back out. it was like he was nocturnal, a bass-bearing bat sweeping from out from behind the curtains, to stand before the darkening lot and feel the last gulps of stardom pulsing back at him, the stage beneath him radiating it like a solar panel radiated heat. absentmindedly, the male groped at his pants until he managed to maneuver a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of the tight black article. placing it between pouting pink lips (something his fangirls obsessed over, much to his narcissistic delight), emlyn cupped it in one hand as he held a bic to the end, sheltering the flame until it could catch onto the flammable cancer stick's tobacco filled end and light successfully. taking a long, deep luxurious drag, he exhaled into the dark night air, watching it filter off. pomona was too big of a city for stars, and even if emlyn wasn't a romantic (ha, the thought was laughable to the nth degree), he had to admit he was probably going to miss them by the end of this tour. but for now, he was content to just alternately fill his lungs and then the with smoke. as it was, our (anti)hero was clad in low riding dark tight jeans (even stubborn california heat couldn't get him to shed them for lighter stuff), red converse, and a hoodie (he felt odd without one unless he was in the act of shedding all his clothes that is) with bare chest, because, well, i think we've illistrated this point enough by now, it was fucking hot. especially up on stage playing.
after a moment, he dropped down to sit on the edge of the stage, dangling his feet over the edge and gulp a bit at how fucking hot it was out here. his bandmates were no doubt shocked with him for not claiming him a nice fangirl and disappearing into some dark corner, or at least going off to drink with them, but really, the boy just felt like sitting here. he didn't feel like going off and shagging a random girl at the moment, though of course he was a fickle, horny little bastard and that could very well change at the drop of a hat, but for now, he just needed this cigarette between his index and middle fingers.
}--if it doesn't exist--{
[/size]the lot was far from quiet, with people still buzzing about excitedly after that, the second concert of the tour, but he was invisible in the growing darkness except for the cherry light of the tip of his cigarette, which he extinguished, snugging it against the stage with a tiny hiss only he heard. for some reason, emlyn had always found something strangely, extremely sad about that tiny hiss. it was almost like he was extinguishing a living being. depressing. but it was getting to the point where emlyn was feeling more fucking pathetic than deep or museful or any of that shit. so without any further adieu, he hopped to his feet, stretched his arms over his head, and found himself feeling quite irked that he was here, not doing anything fun at all. this tour was proving to be a disappointment in terms of excitement--he'd yet to find someone he'd "call back" for round two on the fangirl sexcapades issue, and everybody was so damn uptight....or dating someone. bleck, dating, emlyn thought to himself; the whole thing was idiotic to him, and it was annoying, that whole monogamy thing. he would certainly never go there!
}--if it doesn't exist--{
