Post by noah douglas charlton on Apr 30, 2010 10:17:46 GMT -5
noah douglas charlton ,,
[/color]Hey there, and welcome to the Cherry Bomb Tour! I'm pretty sure I recognise your face from around here...care to tell me your name?
... sure? Noah Charlton's the name, hey. Oh, right. Yeah, my middle name is Douglas, you can blame my sister Natalie for that one. Trust me, I've never forgiven her either. I don't really have any nicknames? I suppose Noah isn't the easiest name to make one out of.
Sweet name, dude! Anyway, how old are you again? And when's your birthday, if you don't mind saying.
No, it's not really. But, yeah I'm nineteen. I actually only had my birthday a couple of weeks ago... you didn't come to the party? Oh... awkward. Uhm, 17th May, yep.
Wow, seriously? I would never have guessed! So, what are you on this tour? You seem like a bigshot type person to me.
Thanks, I guess? Right, I'm the vocals and play the piano for It Doesn't Rain On Sundays. Cool, huh? I love it. I'm not going to deny having an ego so at least as a front man I can use that? Right? Ha.
Awesome, sounds like fun, am I right? So, tell me more about yourself! How about telling me some stuff you like, eh?
Oh, where do I begin? I'll start with the cliche that I love music. Obviously. I've always been a fan of the genre of music that we play but I've always been a quiet sucker for the classical stuff. That's how I got playing after all? I secretly like going to church, way more then Nat has ever done, but I don't do it nearly enough these days. Perhaps I'm not the best Christian going. Anyway, I enjoy letting the crowd sing back the lyrics, and I just love it when kids have banners that make me laugh. I like dance parties, and I like Hayden Panettiere. I also love the fact I can eat whatever and not get fat, because trust me, I can eat. Not necessarily in that order. Duetting is also fun I suppose, but it's pretty rare, and its also providing that it actually works. I like being alive? It'd kind of suck to be run over by a bus or something. I particularly find swearing and being slightly crude amusing, even if its kind of a given with me now and I'm a sucker for a good hug or cuddle. Sex is also quite high on myprioritieslikes. Most of all though, above everything else, I love my band. Everyone is so damn good at their instrument and I do actually think its an honour every day that I get to play on stage with my best friends. What more could a guy want?
I totally agree with you, those are all wonderful! Dislikes?
Okay. I'll lay this down right here, right now then. I HATE people that pry into other people's business. I know this is an interview but I can at least control what you know... other people have a tendency to just stick their nose in. Tip; Get the fuck out. This is my life, and you won't even be a part of it if they carry on interfering. What else? I hate having chronic asthma but that's a given. It's annoying having to carry at least an inhaler with me everywhere, and its a bitch on stage too but eh. I dislike racist bigots, people that can't take a joke and people that just generally hate on other bands for no reason, especially mine cos I will mush your face in. I dislike my short height, and I also have a huge phobia of tin foil so get it out of my face. Usually, I don't appreciate when people eat seafood or nuts near me because it's disgusting, plus I'm badly allergic so screw you. You're risking the life of a beautiful boy here. Natalie is another thing I don't like. You can tell her that. She'd probably just beat me up anyway hah. Oh, I might but might not also have a quiet fear of goats. That's neither here nor there... it was.. just... one time... never mind.
Ew, I know. So, what do you like to do in your spare time? Anything interesting?[/color]
Well that's a difficult question considering my job is my hobby. Aside from writing music and playing the piano, I guess I'm a normal type of guy? Oh, except I absolutely LOVE to shop. It's not healthy to be perfectly honest with you but I'm useless with money and pretty much spend it as soon as I get it, largely on clothes as well. Other people would say I'm usually partying but I'm just acting my age. Hey, I missed out a lot when I was younger so I'm not going to lie and say I don't go to parties because I do, and I drink a lot also. Otherwise, it's just the usual things of telling lies in interviews, styling my hair, staying alive, avoiding snappy happy people, tackling others to the ground, being incredibly bright all of the time and swearing. Yes, I do have a potty mouth but swearing to me is like God smoking some weed? Sure, it's wrong to even think about but ultimately, its going to be inevitable. I enjoy being excessively crude purely to see people's reactions but I think people tend to expect it of me now. Oh, I'm also frequently having sexy time. I'm a male, I'm hot, and I have needs. Dare you deny me?
Oh man, you sound like a real party animal my friend. So, I feel like I'm really getting to know you now. Tell me about yourself. What are you like?[/color]
Haha. Those people just shouted "dickhead"... didn't you hear? -shrug- Well, how would I describe myself... uncaring, maybe? That word probably sums up me a lot. I don't generally think of the consequences to what I say or do because what happens, happens, right? I can't change who I am. Anyway, I suppose some people could say I lack in common sense, but then what I lack in that, I make up for in intelligence and sexiness. Yes, I do have an ego, well done. No, but seriously, I'm actually incredibly bright and before you roll your eyes, I'll prove it. I graduated high school a year early and I swear down, was offered to attend Harvard Law School. I would have gone but I turned it down because the band was really starting to pick up and music has always been my passion. Anyway, I'm pretty useless at decisions and Natalie says I'm the most stubborn person going. Still, it takes a lot to offend me and I don't really do grudges successfully, just as long as it doesn't hurt me, my family or friends. I'm pretty grateful for my life, considering it's been tried to have been taken from me a couple of times with my asthma and what not, so I'm determined to make the most out of my life, as well out of anything I do. I get incredibly perfectionist when it comes to something I love, like my music but I see that as a positive truthfully. I've never been afraid to tell anyone how I feel and I certainly am not one that will hold back on something, perhaps that makes me reckless? Maybe. Who knows.
Ooh, you sound pretty swell. I guess a guy/girl like you would have plenty of luck in the love department. Right?[/color]
I don't really get involved too much with relationships. I'm a more love em but don't commit kind of guy, you know? I guess it's never really taken my fancy yet?
Interesting....so, why not tell me more? Not just about that, but about everything. Tell me about your past.[/color]
So, I was born to a very heavy Christian mother and father in Chicago, Illinois. They already had a two year old girl when I was born, you might know the
From that point, my parents were even more focused on religion because apparently it had 'saved my life' or whatever. Personally I think I was just an amazing, superhero child but each to their own I suppose. Anyway, I suppose I started learning piano when I was about five for Sunday school at church because my mother thought it was cute. They were always kind of very protective over me, way more then they ever seemed to be over Nat but she always was good at sweet talking people. I flew through school without too much hassle and even got bumped up a grade in middle school. Sure, i'm lazy as but the work was way too easy so they shifted me up which was weird but acceptable. Hell, it made my parents happy. Natalie's always been super bright herself so it gave my parents bragging rights or whatever. When I was like seven I had my first major asthma attack because we did P.E and I didn't take my inhaler or any of my other shit with me. Let me tell you now, it was the worst feeling EVER. Luckily I survive just about to tell you the tale. heh. Following that little episode, my mom kind of drilled into me how I have to take my inhaler, and the back up breathing kit if all else fails wherever I go.
Still, despite my breathing problems or whatever, I still sung at church and it turns out I was pretty good? That's what I got told anyway so I stuck with it and I think I wrote my first song when I was about thirteen that was... well, pretty terrible if I'm honest. You know, the usual boy loves girl one. Hopefully I've got better since. Anyway, when I was fifteen, my best friend in the entire world Winter and I decided to be each others firsts so to avoid embarrassment later on. That was fun, she had a blast heh. I've always been talented. Anywho, we formed the band about a year later by sort of all falling together to form some awesome mash, and it's fucking fantastic. It's ace proving everyone that told you you wouldn't be able to breathe on your own wrong by singing in front of an audience, mmhm.
That's pretty deep right there. Finally, tell me a secret about yourself. Your dirtiest one...my lips are sealed![/color]
Do I have to? I hate people prying into my business. Fine. So, maybe I also especially enjoyed that first time with Winter way more then just a useful time? I think... well I know that I kind of like her way more then just bestest friends. Don't tell a person or I will hunt you down.
Ooh, well, I won't tell anyone babydoll. Have a nice day now, this interview was fun![/color]
So, is that the foreplay over with then?
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[/center][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]The question about how he was handling his father’s death almost made him wince. Shit. He had never been good at lying to MJ and he didn’t really want to either. After all, she knew enough about him to know that he wasn’t telling her the truth anyway. Still, at the same time, Noah’s ego was nearly prepared enough to just settle with telling her that in fact he was so screwed up inside it made him want to throw up several times. No, he couldn’t and wouldn’t tell her that. Shrugging, he did that familiar tactic of trying to focus on one part of her sentence. ”Mother’s always been good at handling things. She doesn’t let it really get to her.” Judging by MJ’s face, that wouldn’t settle her down, either. He shifted awkwardly, not feeling entirely comfortable with the interrogation of his feelings. Noah was never good at revealing them out loud which was why so often he tried to make it easy for him to read. Not now though. ”I’m okay.” He shrugged as he spoke as well, although the slight shake in his voice made it obvious he really wasn’t. He left it at that and moved on, listening to her explanation of what happened… or rather he struggle through it. It was identical to how he felt about their break up. What had happened? It made zero sense to him and that was what hurt. They let what they had which; he wasn’t shamed to admit, was something spectacular go. The fact she didn’t run away when he got closer to her was something of a pick up and his face relaxed into a smile for most of it. She was so beautiful and it had never failed to leave his mind when they had been going out how lucky he was. He didn’t deserve someone like her… he was involved in to many rough and dodgy deals with the company for someone as apparently innocent as MJ appeared.
Stepping inside, Noah got talking to Winter and then to a French ambassador briefly before he spotted her coming back inside. He knew there were hundreds of people in the room, many of whom were incredibly important both politically and in the business world too. After all, many of the politician’s plans would ultimately affect how he could run the company. The massive company. It was truly bizarre. He wasn’t even twenty one yet and here he was, the new owner of a company and surrounded by tens of men who were in their 50’s and 60’s and had given their lives to the Charlton business. Insanity. At least he would always be able to give a good financial living to his family in the future which he no doubt will have, either by his own choice or by his mothers. Who knew? Noah let the thought go, dreading the idea of having little Noah’s running around. That was probably not what the world needed. Smiling, he headed over to Mary Jane, his ex girlfriend maybe, making sure she still had all her body parts at the same time. She had just had a huge discussion with his mother after all. He smiled wider when she laughed at his comment. It was something he could never get used to hearing and it was good to hear her happy again, having the argument they had had playing in his mind over and over since it had happened over two months ago. Wow, that had hurt him more then it should have.
”I agree.” Noah managed to slip in after her comment, his eyes inadvertedly lifting up to send a professional smile to one more ambassador that walked past, another beauty on his arm. That was something he never wanted to end up with… him being old and having some twenty year old on his shoulder. The sight made him sick and made him want to shrivel in the corner… he had promised himself long ago that it was all or nothing in terms of love and marriage. That was, unless his mother had other plans which she no doubt did. People didn’t honestly believe he would make it past thirty anyway, did they? He certainly didn’t. He knew that every single one of the business chiefs in this room wouldn’t be the slightest bit interested in him if Noah wasn’t a millionaire… if he didn’t have the Charlton name. Noah could see that by how some of them were eyeing up his friends. Still, this was his party (right?) and not his mothers and so it was only fair that he invite the people that matter most to him. He knew it was a lame party but it was open bar and free food, something that a lot of his best friends wouldn’t resist. Plus, Winter apparently was having fun chatting up one of the guys in the room. He recognised as the kid Noah had played with on holiday when he’d been like seven… wealthy too. His head moved ever so slightly when Mary Jane’s voice sounded right by his ear, lifting his expensive glass to his lips to take a sip of his champagne as she named the place to meet. Interesting. His room? They had spent plenty of time there together when they were going out… and not just in that way either. It was one place they could actually have some privacy so he supposed it made sense.
As a male, Noah couldn’t resist turning his head slightly more to watch her walk away, his green eyes dropping to her hips. Damn. That dress really, really did look good on her. Taking another sip of his drink, Noah greeted another politician and nodded along for a minute about how they would help big business following the next election. Yeah. Right. Like Noah wanted to hear it… sure, business Noah did but not his own political views. That was his father’s motives… not his. Practically cutting the man off short, Noah thanked him for his time in a dignified way and swept through the crowd, hoping MJ was still there. He wasn’t late… he’d just been caught up. Climbing the grand stairs of the house, Noah ran the last couple when he saw his mother glancing around for him. At least she hadn’t spotted him. Putting the glass down on the small table outside his room, Noah smoothed down his shirt out of nervousness and turned the doorknob to enter his own room. A small smile came to his face lightly as he saw Mary Jane sat on the huge bed. ”Hey.” He said quickly, shutting the door behind him and clicking the lock, his eyes not moving from Mary Jane. They needed a bit of privacy and at least his mother couldn’t walk in come to the wrong conclusion. ”Sorry… I had to finish the pleasantries.” Noah shrugged and headed over toward MJ, sitting on the bed next to her. Kind of reminded him of how they used to. He ignored that thought and let his eyes look at her, blonde hair and all. God… she was so beautiful.
”I really wish I could go back and sort out what happened right then, MJ. I…I really do.” He chewed his bottom lip and looked down at his hands, a little nervous surprisingly. It was amusing to see really, he supposed, considering Noah was usually such a charmer even if he didn’t realise it. He could make the majority of the businessmen in the rest of the house eat out of his palm should he want but when it came to MJ, to the one girl he’d been the most comfortably romantically with, he was almost a wreck. Sitting straighter a bit, Noah tilted his head and looked at her again. ”I really do mean when I say you look beautiful Mary Jane. You usually do, I know… but, you look really good.” He sent her a handsome smile. ”I’d really… uh… I’d really like it if we could go back and change what happened. I’m not saying we forget what happened… because we… I can learn from it and not do it again.” Noah laughed lightly, his smile growing as he looked at her. ”That is, if you want to.” Noah looked up and saw how their faces were close to one another again. ”Because… you know…” Noah’s voice was quiet almost to the point of silence as their lips were so close to one another. Taking the last step, Noah moved forward an inch, connecting their mouths in a firm kiss. It was one that spoke of too long without each other, one that spoke volumes at how much he missed her. Pulling back slightly for a moment, Noah breathed heavier and continued, ”I don’t wanna…” A quick peck, ”…push you into anything.” Noah moved a hand to the other side of her to lean on the bed more, his body pushing up against hers. Tilting his head a bit more, Noah wondered if this was actually real. Cliché as it sounded, he had missed her. Mary Jane had been on his mind his entire vacation in Australia and ever since… right now seemed a little too good to be totally and completely true.
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