Post by holden michael jamison on May 1, 2010 0:27:15 GMT -5
holden michael jamison ,,
[/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?
HAYYYY THERE. all right well. i'm holden. yes. holden. my mother was addicted to the catcher in the rye for whatever reason so she decided to be all 'OH WELL I'M NAMING MY FIRST BOY KID CHILD HOLDEN' and i got stuck with that name. well my name's holden michael, but. no one pays attention to the middle names!
Sweet name, dude! Anyway, how old are you again? And when's your birthday, if you don't mind saying.
don't patronize me. well i'm twenty one. yep fucking legal! big two one. oh birthday. it's was like forever ago. january fourteenth. you should get me a present, just saying.
Wow, seriously? I would never have guessed! So, what are you on this tour? You seem like a bigshot type person to me.
whoa hey, you don't know me? haha no worries i'm not that fucking awesome, trust me. BUT i'm the guitar player for this band sucks, and i do background shit, i mean vocals. can't really sing that well though...... yes that's the band's name! DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.
Awesome, sounds like fun, am I right? So, tell me more about yourself! How about telling me some stuff you like, eh?
fuck yeah, it's amazing. dude. it's touring how it could not be?! okay. likes. uuuhm. i like partying. i'm bad with it. i go out a lot. alcohol is like, what i drink mostly. well not really. not on the bus and stuff but when i'm out. just because i'm usually at a club or something. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM, NO MATTER WHAT MY MOTHER THINKS. i'm not an alcoholic. had to get that out there. i love twister, okay, that is like the most badass game out there and i have it on the bus and when we're done with this we should seriously get a game going with like. a bunch of people.
I totally agree with you, those are all wonderful! Dislikes?
i don't like drugs. they suck. HUGS NOT DRUGS. but i'm not a hippie. they bother me too. i hate sports. i fail at them completely. i'm too tall and gangly or whatever the hell the word is for them. but i'm boss at twister. I'M FLEXIBLE OKAY. i hate, hate, hate long interviews. they just don't work and i can't sit still in them. THAT'S WHY I HATED SCHOOL. i could never sit still during school so it just kind of fucking sucked because i'd either get up and just walk out or dance in my seat. either way my teachers thought i was either a problem child or mentally unstable.
Ew, I know. So, what do you like to do in your spare time? Anything interesting?[/color]
well i said i play twister. i go out on the town a lot. i play video games, i really do. watch tv on my phone. that is like the best invention out there okay no fucking lie. i waste more time on my laptop than i do playing my damn guitar. i'm a dork. i do those online cyber game things and i just .... whatever. NO NO PORN. that shit's nasty.... ahahah who am i kidding. but no. no porn. adalyn probably wouldn't like that.
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]
all right uhm. let's see what i got. im pretty immature, i'll admit it. i swear i'm four or five mentally. my mom thinks so too. she says i ran into walls a lot around that age so maybe my brain froze, who knows. but. i'm pretty m uch a kid. i'm get hyper easily as anything and it's just funny. on aim and shit i'll be all 'OMGH HAYY' and i'll sound totally stupid but whatever! i'm nice though! i'm a nice guy. at least i think i am. i don't get into fights or anything unless you mess with one of my friends than i'll beat your ass in, fool.
Ooh, you sound pretty swell. I guess a guy/girl like you would have plenty of luck in the love department. Right?[/color]
been there done that darllinggg. oh, you haven't heard? i'm dating adalyn. yeah, my bandmate. she's pretty fucking awesome, so! don't be jealous, i know you are.
Interesting....so, why not tell me more? Not just about that, but about everything. Tell me about your past.[/color]
...... STOP BEING SO DAMN NOSY. all right! well i was born twenty one years ago to my mommy. oh, her name's julia. anyways, yeah. my mom's name's julia and my dad's robert. not original. but yeah, i was born, and i'm actually the youngest. i have two sisters, both older, and they're twins so they're both two years older than me. i was always their little test dummy when it came to make up and shit you know? hated that. but whatever. i got my first guitar when i was like, eight. it was like three times bigger than me too, i have to say. so yeah, i got into that when iw as eight, actually really fucking learned to play the thing when i was thirteen. i kind of had too much energy .... or not enough of an attention span when i was little. but yeah, i taught myself when i was thirteen, got into the band a few years later. got into this, got into partying around my senior year of highschool, and it was just fun. i never really cared about school, i'll be thef rist to tell you. i graduated, and that was it. i know i'm not smart enough to make it into college, there's no doubting it,a nd id ont' really care, you know? as long as i can keep playing music and just having a fucking awesome time, i don't really care and that's perfectly all right with me.
That's pretty deep right there. Finally, tell me a secret about yourself. Your dirtiest one...my lips are sealed![/color]
secrets aren't cool, but all right. so. i've been dating adalyn for like, months now. i like her alot. i don't know if it's like, or... whatever that other word is. NO I KNOW WHAT THAT WORD IS. i don't know, i'm scared. fuck.
Ooh, well, I won't tell anyone babydoll. Have a nice day now, this interview was fun![/color]
you better not. i know where you live. B| but thanks! you too.
oh hai thar. my name's rinii and i've been in action for seventeeenn[/color] years! my other wonderful creations on cherry bomb tour are dayton, holden, marissa, and harper. still don't believe i'm a pro at this? well, take a look at this![/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/center][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]------Kelley had never really been the kind of guy to dream. Sure, when he was younger he would dream of making it big. He always had the notion that one day he could be in a band, the band growing big, the band actually becoming something. That had been ages ago, when he had been eleven or twelve. Ever since really, he’d never really dreamed. His nights were always restless, with tossing and turning and just not being able to sleep well at all. After he had Dayna, sleeping was an even rarer activity for him, as the girl managed to keep him up most nights. When she had learned to walk and talk, the girl was forever coming into his room at the odd hours of the night and crawling into bed with him, mostly because she couldn’t sleep. Thus he heard countless stories, plans for activities she wanted to do, the idea that she was going to hang out with charlotte and carter the next time she saw that. that had been the most common one; Dayna absolutely loved Charlotte. not a day went by without charlotte being mentioned at least six times a day. Dayna was forever wanted to spend her time with her. thus, when the two had started dating, it was almost impossible to get a night alone, as both Dayna and carter wanted to hang out with the both of them, you know? He got used to it though; it was cute. There was also the fact that now he was actually trying to keep in college, so his time was even rarer. Between working, doing work for his courses, watching Dayna, ignoring garret’s consistent attempts to go out drinking, it was just not working out well. This was exactly the lifestyle he expected when he was seventeen, begging Lauren to not keep the child. This was the lifestyle that he loathed, that he did not want happening. Now look at him. he loved it really. Sure, it wasn’t ideal in the least, but. It was his lifestyle now, and he didn’t mind it one bit. Hell, he loved it really. Sure, it was repetitive and redundant, but none of that mattered. As long as he got to see Charlotte and Dayna everyday, then it was worth it. Oh, and garret too, he figured.
------So, the night earlier, most of this had run through Kelley’s head as he had gotten a phone call from his father. It had been unexpected, really. He and his father had never had the best relationship. Fuck, they hadn’t spoken two words to each other in near four years. But, on Charlotte’s urging, he had called up his mom asking her to tell his father that he wanted to talk o ne day. Course, it hadn’t gone well at all at first. There had been shouting, yelling, kicking things, throwing things, really just temper tantrums that rarely ever happened anymore. But once they had gotten out everything that had wanted to say to each other, there had been some understanding as Kelley had broken down. He had told his dad everything; the hardships, how having Dayna with him had done good, how he was constantly on the edge, his lack of sleep, his lack of food, the money situation, everything. He had even mentioned the good things, which were, naturally, his daughter and Charlotte. he knew Charlotte was the one girl that his father approved of in Kelley’s entire history of dating. Even his father had not been Lauren’s biggest fan from the start, but for what reason he never told Kelley. That had made everything easier. They had come to an understanding of sorts. But for some reason, every time his old man called to talk to him, all the old thoughts, feelings, his insecurities and his fears came up to his head. He was forever worrying about if he was doing a good job. Though he never had said a goddamn thing about it, he was pretty sure his father was right. Kelley would one day fuck all this up. And he was sure that, if that had happened, he wouldn’t be able to bounce back from that at all.
------So really, in his dreams, all this played back. Memories, flashbacks from high school, from different times inhsi life. That was really all that went through his head, and that was what woke him up early on in the morning. That, and the fact that Dayna had been crawling all over him trying to get him to way up. Apparently he sleep talked? Who knew. So that was where this ended, his little trip down memory lane, as the little miss climbed all over him, trying to tell him to get up. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her up into the air as he yawned. “I’m up, kid, I’m up. What do you need?” he looked at her, throwing a crooked smile as he threw her over his shoulder and got out of bed. This was really their daily routine. Who needed an alarm clock when you had a four year old willing to wake you up at six thirty in the morning? Hearing a few disjointed words, but the most prominent word being frosted flakes, he sighed as he walked into the kitchenette. Dropping her on the couch as he walked by, he started grabbing the box from the top of the fridge. “Only one bowl today, all right?” the girl always managed to talk him into giving her extra of frosted flakes, but he learned his lesson when she had stayed up till two a.m one night, keeping him up with her. that was an experience he really did not want to relive through. Pouring some milk into the bowl, he just left both the box and the carton on the counter as he played the bowl and a spoon on the table. Going towards the couch, he picked up her up, holding on tight as she squirmed in his arms, wanting to watch tv. “Later, got it? eat your breakfast first.” he said firmly as he placed her down on a chair. Yawning slightly, he watched her start to eat before he headed towards the couch, crashing on it and grabbing the remote. Flipping through the channels absent mindedly for a bit, he decided to just leave it on the morning news as he caught site of his phone on the table. Picking it up, he glanced through the messages before seeing the latest one from charlotte, saying she’d be over sometime today. Today… shit she would be. He remembered calling her and telling her to feel free to come by whenever. Well looks like he had something planned for his day off. Don’t get him wrong, he loved charlotte, and he was excited as anything to spend time with her. but at six thirty in the morning, his range of emotions was as big as a teaspoon. Throwing his feet over the end of the couch, he stared at the television for a minute before his eyes started to close. Oh, what the fuck. He could probably fall asleep for a few minutes. He’d be woken up by Dayna anyways in a matter of minutes.
------Hearing a knocking on the door just wasn’t what he was expecting to wake him up though. His eyes shot open as the brisk knocking got to his ears, and yawning, he grabbed his phone and glanced at the time. Shit, eleven forty five?! What the fuck. “Dayna?” he called, sitting up. He could hear her in the bedroom, her tiny voice talking. It took him a minute to realize she was probably playing with her dolls or something in her room. The television was off, the remote on the table, not where he had left it when he had fallen asleep. So she’d watched tv before going off and making Barbie and ken get married in Hawaii. The knocking once again snapped him out of his thoughts, and he figured he might as well answer the door. Glancing down and seeing he was only clad in the pair of jeans he had crashed in yesterday, he shrugged it off as he walked towards the door. Unlocking it and turning the knob, he scratched the back of his head, looking through his one open eye at whoever was standing in the doorway. But seeing the familiar brown hair and blue eyes of Charlotte, he rubbed his other eye, trying to wake up. “Hey, Charlie.” He said, yawning slightly as he said his nickname for her. he was pretty much the only one that got away with that, with the exception of Dayna, but she rarely called Charlotte that. it was usually just Aunt Char. “Come on in.” He said simply, taking her hand and pulling her in just so he could close the door. He wasn’t becoming a major fan of that sunlight just yet. His eyes didn’t fully forgive it for being so damn blinding. “Sorry, I was awake… and I guess I fell back asleep, hah.” shrugging, he walked towards the kitchen area, throwing a “do you want some coffee?” over his shoulder at her.
this app was made by charzie, for cherry bomb tour ONLY.
steal it and you'll like, die painfully. i'll spork you to death. y/y?
[/size]steal it and you'll like, die painfully. i'll spork you to death. y/y?