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sleekervae · 3 years

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Young God [0.3]

Despite the obvious connection she felt with Andy, the way they clicked, Taylor had told herself not to get attached to him, that they were strangers passing and that this week was probably the only time they would ever meet. But when she watched him on stage, when she observed him in his element, she forgot about all of that.

Even in his lanky nature, Andy was an explosion on stage, like a paint bomb going off in a white room. There was something about the way he hyped the crowd all the way through the set, his smile when he heard them singing back to him loud enough so that he didn't have to, the infectious joy she felt watching the band play -- according to their setlist -- Fallen Angels.

There was so much to explore in the spunk, the charisma, the effortlessness of his performance that accentuated his raw talent, his long hair in his face and eyes, his nose resting on the microphone as he sang into it, the way he leaned well over the stage, how he bent down in a passion-fueled growl, how he seemed to get lost in the moment and it was hard to believe she'd only known him a couple of hours because she felt so intrigued and interested by him, his mind, drawn to his presence.

When Black Veil Brides' show had come to an end, Taylor was jolted forward when Danny suddenly slapped her on the back. He held a grin like a proud parent watching his kids perform on stage, beaming with the energy that had just been expelled from the last forty-five minutes.

"Oi! What were that for?" Taylor scolded him, rubbing at her sore shoulder blade.

"Well, what'd ya' think?" he asked, completely ignoring her irritation at his actions.

Taylor grinned then as she stole another glance at the sweaty boys coming off their stage, "... Very loud," she chuckled, "Very impressive, though,"

Later on in the day Taylor found herself sitting under a white pop-up tent, guitar sat in her lap as young kids, probably ranging between the ages of 12 to 19 came funnelling in. They sat either on the grass or in folding chairs. Taylor's rhythm guitarist and best friend, Maxeen, was sat next to her. Her own nervous tension bounced off of Taylor's and reverberated around the small square space.

The heat radiating off the sun certainly was no comfort to them.

A close but discreet enough distance away were Danny and Ben, promptly joined by Andy and Ashley who they invited to come and watch Taylor's set. With a fresh cigarette in his fingers Andy watched with intrigue as Taylor balanced her scratched and sticker-covered acoustic guitar in her lap, strumming it a few times to tune it just to her liking. She inhaled deeply a few times as she watched the crowd grow to the size of the average school classroom. Her blue hair fell over her face just to be quickly tucked behind her ears. He could tell she was terrified.

Their mediator came to address the crowd, a taller, scruffier man with sleeve tattoos and a Hawaiian shirt. Taylor took another deep breath.

"Thanks so much guys for coming out to Warped Tour this year!" he announced, earning a few faded claps and whoops, "We brought out a very special guest for you all today. She's the newest budding rock act in England right now, and she was gracious enough to find time in her schedule to come and hang out with us this week!"

He then turned to Taylor and winked. She smiled politely.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm Warped welcome -- trying saying that ten times fast -- to Taylor Wray!" the mediator stepped away to another round of echoing applause.

Taylor took another deep breath as the clapping died down, "Yeh're all doin' alreyht, yeah?" she spoke softly, "Please forgive the accent," the unique zang of her Geordie accent brought a merry giggle to the audience. That was a small comfort at least. She looked to Maxeen, who nodded encouragingly and Taylor counted them in.

"Okay, one, two, three, four..."

The soft, haunting twang of her guitar floated through the airs, wafted pleasantly through Andy's ears as she started to sing. From the moment she opened her mouth her voice was golden, flowing like rich velvet with a raspiness that he found incredibly sexy. Her fingers plucked delicately at the string, and her brown eyes were focused on the worn out wood so as not to face the reality that she was really performing here. He noted how Taylor's knee trembled as she tried not to bounce from the nervous energy, or how she was glancing at her partner now and then for reassurance. She had to clear her throat once or twice before the next verse, but regardless she was unlike any specimen Andy had ever laid eyes on.

Yet as she sang, there was an underlying darkness to her. Perhaps it was the solemn emotion, or how her heartbroken poetry struck a chord within him. She had key phrases in her songs that had chills running down his spine. The crowd seemed just as taken with her as he was, sitting quietly yet their attention appeared undividing from Taylor's music.

"She's pretty good," Ashley mused, "Is she doing any stage shows?" he asked Ben.

"No," he huffed, "But you guys gotta' see her on the electric guitar. She goes insane!"

"Yeah!" Danny piped in, "She's even better then Ben!"

Andy snickered as the taller boy glared at his bandmate, but he shrugged nonetheless, "I'm not even gonna' argue with that one, actually. You're right," he chuckled.

Andy took another drag of his cigarette, "So how long is she here for?" he asked them.

"Rest of the week," Danny replied.

He and Ashley was surprised at that, "That's it? She's not doing the circuit?"

"We was lucky enough to get her out for a week," Ben said, "If we can get her signed to a label here, she could stay for longer next time,"

"So, where does she go to get signed?" Andy asked.

"Whoever wants her," Danny said, "Unfortunately, we haven't met a lot of labels who're interested in taking on a rocker bird like her. We just managed to talk our boss into signing her,"

"Fuck. They're loss, dude," Ashley scoffed bitterly.

From just behind the clouds the sun was able to come through, spotlighting a glow just behind the Englishwoman's head. The light made her hair appear platinum, shifting from dark and light wash blues with every little move that she made. When her song came to an end she finally opened her eyes, and her gaze fell on Andy himself. Near immediately her knee stopped trembling, and instead a soft smile wormed its way to her face.

Andy took another quick drag.

A sum of hours had passed. The night was beginning to christen the sky with hues of vibrant oranges that would soon fade out into encompassing purples and indigos. The last of the acts were going on stage and soon the festival would be cleaned up and packed off for the next destination.

In that time frame -- that of which Taylor hadn't kept track of -- she was sitting in the middle of Danny's flat and was refolding and packing her clothes for the venture tomorrow. Beside her was an ashtray with a sizzling joint. She felt calmer now then she had earlier, her first performance in America now checked off her list. Well, perhaps maybe half a check mark would've sufficed? An acoustic only show was blatantly boring to Taylor.

The front door suddenly swung open and Danny came jogging in, being the sole epitome of giddiness and stimulus. He was a little less put together from when she'd last seen him -- with greasy, messy hair and sweat-filmed skin; not to mention the brash odour of overworked body that followed him through the door.

"I've walked this road for hours

To the white hills, and the oceans I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in! Just let me in!"

Taylor smirked at his off-key, top-of-lungs singing, "I take it you had a good time," she said.

"It was great," he huffed, "We missed you afterwards,"

"Well, they didn't need me anymore," Taylor shrugged back, "Thought I'd come back and catch a few winks. Maxeen and Robin went out shopping,"

Danny ran a hand through his soggy hair and flopped down on the couch, "Well, you could've slept on the bus," he said.

Taylor scrunched her nose at the notion, "No offence, Dan, but I ain't putting me head on any of them surfaces in that bus of yours. I don't know what's touched the cushions,"

Danny started to laugh, "Tay, what do you think we do? Have a good wank before the show?"

"There have been stranger pre-show rituals," Taylor replied, "You gonna' shower? You smell like sweaty-dude-in-a-cheap-gym,"

"Yeah, I'm gonna' shower," Danny said, "What're you doing with your clothes?"

"Packing," she shrugged, "Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Ventura," he huffed, "Maybe see some talking animals? Perhaps we'll run into a particualr skillful animal detective?" he wiggled his eyebrows at her. Taylor shook her head with a chuckle.

"I've heard funnier, Danny," she said.

He gave a small hmph before snatching the joint out of the ashtray and taking his own drag, "Very well. You up for a night out?" he asked her then.

Taylor couldn't help but groan, her head was pounding at the thought, "Again, eh? Last night weren't enough for you?" she replied, hoping that he was just joking.

"Come on, we won't go crazy tonight. We're going to just drink beer and bullshit on the bus," he said, "If you want, you don't even have to do anything rough,"

Taylor stopped and stared up at him. Danny stared back too, right until they caught onto the same page and chuckled merrily, "That's what she said," they said in unison.

With that, Taylor stood up from the floor and did a quick stretch, throwing her hands over her head to pull out the knick that that formed in her lower back. Fuck, when did the floor get so hard?

"The guys from Black Veil are coming," Danny suddenly piped in.

With that mention, Taylor started to smile. Her exhaustion then was repleted with a small burst of energy, "Oh, yeah?"

Danny nodded happily, "Yeah! They liked your set. I mean -- Andy and Ashley did, anyway. I don't know where the other three were,"

"I didn't meet Ashley," she said.

"Well, now you can," Danny put the joint back down and went for his bedroom to freshen up, "What did you think of their show, love?" he called.

"You already asked me that!" Taylor replied.

"Yeah, but you weren't smiling the way you are now, you cheeky shit," she could just imagine the shit-eating smirk on Danny's face now.

"Oh, fuck off, Danny," she scolded back.

"I'm only teasing ya', Tay," Danny suddenly popped back out of his room, only donned in a pair of track pants, "I told him if he dares lay a hand on ya', I'll kill him,"

Taylor scoffed back, gawking at him up and down, "Danny, you're about as threatening as a beach ball," she told him.

"I have muscles though!" he replied, "Biersack's a twig,"

"What's your point?" she asked.

"You can fuck a beach ball," he replied, "A twig I reckon is unsavory,"

Taylor stared at him in near disbelief at his words, then she started to laugh, "Mate, what the fuck?" she exclaimed, "Tell me you haven't actually... like you didn't... like... wait, Danny," she stopped laughing then when she wondered if he was being dead serious in his analogy.

"I haven't, if that's what you're wondering," he said, "I wouldn't put it past Cam though. He might be small enough to fit it in the air hole,"

With teasing disappointment, Taylor grabbed one of her shirts and threw it at him. It missed him by a few inches, "You're sick!"

"I love you!"

Andy glanced through the top of his beer bottle, peering at what was left before he quickly down the rest and set the glassware aside with a few of the other empty bottles. Not solely all of his, to be clear. He was only half listening to Ben's drunken story which involved James, alcohol, nudity and a very pretty fan from one of their European shows. His fingers drummed on the armrest of the couch, glancing out the window now and again to see if he could spot Danny and Taylor somewhere in the night.

There was a new and unfamiliar excitement that coursed through him with every thought of Taylor. Never before had he been so taken by a woman like her; somebody who at first glance appeared so shy and quiet like a little church mouse, yet within her held a great and unequivocal power that hypnotized those who paid close enough attention to her.

He took another beer from the six pack and started to listen in.

"... and then I just look at this sad sack o' shit and go 'mate, I was just going to ask if you wanted to eat'," Ben's story had the other boys in stitches, apart from James who scowled and blushed profusely as that particular disdainful memory.

"I didn't think it was funny," he grumbled.

"You're just upset 'cause she didn't call you back the next day," Sam awed at him.

Cameron just shrugged nonchalantly with a swig of his own beer, "I didn't think she were that pretty. She were like one of 'em trashy Essex girls," he said.

"Well mate," Ben leaned over and patted James' shoulder reassuringly," when you've had as much to drink as James did that night, anybody's beautiful," The bus cracked up in drunken laughter again, the only being that seemed lit and raucous on a rather quiet night in the bus parking lot.

Meanwhile, Taylor squeaked and scampered off to the side to narrowly avoid being hit by Danny's mud splash, "Fuck off, Danny!" she cried, quickly checking to see if he'd stained her outfit. Not that she put much effort into it; only a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with a pair of tits drawn on the front.

"Oi, simmer down, Tay. I'm only teasing with ya'," Danny wrapped his larger arm around her and proceeded to ruffle her teal blue hair, much to Taylor's chagrin.

"Yeah, you're just teasing with me," she wriggled out of his grasp, "Wanker,"

"My deepest apologies,"

They trudged through the field, reaching a park lot that was crammed to the brim with vehicles. Tour buses, equipment vans, jeeps and SUVs. They passed a larger bus decked out in black, with tinted window and a bright red stripe on its side. It loomed over and cast an imposing shadow over the three musicians, swallowing the gravel and grass beneath them in a pool of black. The ultra bright stadium lights set up around the park were the only stark contrast to the shadows, guiding them to their destination.

They finally approached the desired bus, jet black and donning the band's logo on the side in crisp Times New Roman. Danny knocked while Taylor waited anxiously behind. They waited only for a mere matter of seconds before a subtle click echoed through the air and the door swung open. Taylor was taken aback to see an older man standing before them, donning longer hair and an open denim vest. His arms were near-full sleeve tattoos, and he had a face that held this brooding, yet cute quality to it -- kind of like a grizzly bear.

"Ashley, mate!" Danny raised his hand and full-on bro-hugged the older lad, "Handsome at ever, man,"

"Back at you, dude," Ashley replied, his eyes then landed on Taylor and his smile grew.

"And it's nice to finally meet you, Taylor," he said, "I'm Ashley,"

Taylor smiled shyly and shook his hand, "Pleasure," she said, "Areyainthebandthen?"

Ashley's smile then faltered. He bent his head down as though he couldn't hear her, but in actuality he didn't think it was humanly possible for people to speak so fast and still hear them.

"Come again?" he said.

"She asked if it's your band," Danny said, "Tay's a Geordie, they have their own funny accent,"

"It ain't funny!" Taylor cried, "It's jus' unique,"

Ashely then nodded, "Okay... well, do you drink back in Geordie? Or whatever part of England you're from?" he then chuckled.

"Sure," Taylor replied, "In fact, I can drink Danny here under the table still do a perfect cartwheel,"

"Bullshit you could," Danny scoffed.

"We'll put it to the test inside," With that, Ashley stood back again, "Welcome to Warped Tour, Taylor,"

Taylor followed Danny inside with Ashley taking up the rear. The first thing that hit Taylor was the distinct smell of charred nicotine and hops. The next was department store aftershave, the good shit though; not the cheap bottles her dad used to buy. Coming into the atmosphere of an actual tour bus felt somewhat claustrophobic and confining to Taylor, yet at the same time, she felt quite safe inside. Glancing out the tinted windshield she could see the world, yet they had no inkling of whether she was inside or not.

Aimless chatter and laughter struck her ears, some men and women. Taylor nervously pushed some of her hair behind her ear, forcing herself to put on a smile to engage new strangers. The bus was clean enough, just some pillows were awry on the couch and the countertop was littered with cans, bottles, and red cups. The Asking boys were sat around in company with a few other strangers she had yet to meet.

"Fellas!" Ben suddenly called when he spotted his friends, "The party has now begun!" he raised his arms to the side as though he were giving a church sermon. The three young strangers stood and greeted Danny, whilst Taylor hung back, looking aimlessly at her sneakers as the old friends got reacquainted. She then noted the rips in her jeans, showing off the several week-old bruises that freckled her knees. That was an occupational hazard, she always tried to look badass and slammed down on her knees during her guitar solos, effectively yet unintentionally harming herself. The crowd however seemed to love it.

"I'd like you guys to meet somebody," Danny interjected then, stepping back to let Taylor have the hot seat, "Meet the hottest new act in Britain,"

"Danny!" she scolded, abashed as red tinted her olive cheeks.

"What?" he shrugged, "Was I wrong?"

"He most certainly is not!" a lankier young man approached, with a long face and smudged makeup beneath his eyes that just seemed to burst with enthusiasm, "I'm CC,"

"Nice to meet ya'," she shook his head.

CC then turned to his friends, "And over here we got Jake and Jinxx," he pointed to two young men, dressed similarly to himself with floppy hair and old makeup stains, but they were brawnier, "And this bean dick on the couch is Andy,"

"Take a look in the mirror, dude," Andy scolded.

Taylor bit the inside of her lip when she saw him again, and she averted her eyes back to CC to avoid her cheeks growing any redder, "We've actually already met," she said.

"In that case," he then turned to the Asking boys, "Over here, we got Sam, Cameron and James --"

"Oh, shut up and have another drink, CC!" James exclaimed.

Taylor snickered quietly, "I think he's had plenty already," she said, noting the way this boy wavered slightly on his feet.

A few hours had passed into the night, mostly filled with alcohol-fuelled interactions and wild stories from early band days. Once having a few beers, Taylor found herself beginning to settle down around this metal band. They weren't as scary and wicked as her first impressions had told her, if anything they were complete nutters. It helped having Danny and Ben around, just so Taylor didn't feel so lost and out of place amongst them.

Taylor found herself snuggled between Danny and Ben, just listening as oppose to partaking in conversation. She was still so tired beyond anything she'd ever felt, and Taylor quickly regretted coming out tonight. She wondered what Maxeen was up to back in the motel room she'd rented, probably conked out to be well rested for the trip tomorrow.

From across the couch where she sat, Andy was perched on a beanbag, only semi-paying attention to Ben's story about a recent scuffle he had back in York as his eyes kept panning back to Taylor. There was an air of fatigue that floated over her head, her deep brown eyes slipping shut before popping open again at the slightest raise in volume. If she had just come from across the Pond, Andy didn't blame her for being so sleepy. Her teal-blue hair fell delicately around her shoulders, raising gently with every shallow breath she took. His eyes averted then to the holes in her jeans where her bruises were just peaking out. Subconsciously, he pressed down on the rib brace underneath his shirt.

Her glance suddenly shifted and her eyes locked with his, and she blushed when she noticed Andy watching her. She wiggled her eyebrows a few times and suppressed a giggle, a warmth flooded through her when he smiled back. His lips turned into a cocky smirk. Taylor was utterly perplexed by Andy; the cockiness he exuded was undeniable, but she couldn't help but think he was contrastingly soft at the same time, each consuming feature of him seemingly met with a delicate counterpart.

"Tay, you're falling asleep on me," Danny's voice suddenly wafted through her ears and she sat up at the sudden mention of her name. She blushed profusely when the others giggled at her shock.

"Sorry, babe," she mumbled, yawning into her fist. Andy raised his eyebrows and suppressed the snigger that was fighting to make its way out at the way she drawled her words, her accent unlike anything he had heard before.

"That's some accent you got there," Ashley said, near-reading Andy's mind.

"Got it from me ma, dear," Taylor drawled back.

CC then started to laugh to himself, clearly at a well-off point of intoxication, "Deea," he slurred, trying to mock Taylor's accent, "I like the way she says words," he said.

Taylor glanced at him with uncertainty, but she shook her head as she sat up and did al little stretch, "I assume that's a compliment," she said.

"It is," Jake confirmed with an apologetic nod, "So, where are you from in England, Taylor?"

"A little coastal town called Newcastle," she then averted her eyes to the sozzled CC, "We all speak funny there," she grinned.

"But she lives in London with me" Danny said.

"For now," Taylor pointed out, "Until I can afford to get my own flat,"

Cameron snickered, "It's gotta' be fucking awkward when his bird's over," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Taylor looked over at Danny, "Well, it would be nice if the walls were sound proof," she then looked to Ben, "Though it's nothing compared to when Ben comes over,"

"Aye, poor kid," Ben looped an arm around her, "She has to sleep with earbuds in the entire night," he smirked.

"We appreciate your support though, Tay," Danny smirked back.

Taylor refrained from rolling her eyes at their bromance, instead decided to fish her lighter from her pocket and stood up, "I'm gonna' nip out for a cig,"

Andy's mouth moved faster than his brain did, "Care for some company, darlin'?" he asked. Taylor raised an eyebrow at him. She suddenly realized that all of the boys were staring at her expectantly, and felt herself go flush again.

"Why not," she replied. Andy took that as an invitation and hopped to his feet, wavering a little as he struggled to find his balance. From there he grabbed a packet of cigarettes off the countertop and followed her to the bus door. Danny suddenly shouted after them.

"Have her back in ten minutes, Biersack!" he called in a threatening manner.

"Yeah!" Ben piped in, "Or we'll come find ya!"

Andy smirked at them, "I'm quaking," he mocked. Taylor rolled her eyes as they stepped outside. Much to her relief, the night air was warmer than what she'd come prepared for. She regretted wearing her thicker denim jacket. Andy blew strands of hair out of his face and shook his head, acclimatizing himself to the warmer air. The two of them sat on the grass, leaning against the side-trunk of the bus. Andy produced the cigarettes and Taylor pulled out the lighter.

"So," Andy exhaled, handing Taylor a cigarette, "Taylor Wray,"

Taylor grinned, "Andy... w-what's your last name again?" she asked as she placed the bud between her lips.

"Biersack," he replied.

"Oh," Taylor clicked the flame and lit the end of her cig, then handed the lighter to the long-haired rocker, "Is that European?"

"German," he replied, "Where does 'Wray' come from?"

"Scotland,"

"... But you're from England,"

Taylor gave him a wayside glance, "Their two parts of a whole, babe," she held up two fingers just to make her point.

Andy smiled sheepishly and took another drag, "... I knew that," he said.

Taylor giggled to herself. Her captivating smile and the tiny creases around her eyes as she laughed drew Andy in instantly. He wasn't sure if she was laughing from his meek comeback or it was just the alcohol doing it for her. But by God, the noise bubbling from between her lips was melodic and addictive from the first note.

"Have you ever been to England, Andy?" she asked.

"I was there about a month ago for the Download Fest," he replied.

"You went to Leicestershire?"

Again, Andy paused, grinning like a fool at her accent as he puffed away on his cigarette, "Yeah, we went to Leisheshire,"

"Leicestershire," Taylor corrected, "Le-shy-steh-shire,"

"Leshestasirw," Andy drawled, "Leshesham. Lesbian. Who gives a fuck?"

"People from Leicestershire, I'd imagine," to both Andy and Taylor's surprise, she started laughing again. She didn't know what had gotten into her suddenly, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Why was she so fucking giggly all of the sudden? It may have been the way Andy was looking at her; transfixed by his crystalline eyes that seemed to bore a hole right into her soul. Despite the hair covering his face, those eyes of his were so crisp and clear.

"Are you already plastered?" Andy asked, reigning his own grin of amusement.

"No!" she exclaimed just a tad too quickly for her own liking, "Look, I -- right. I have been drinking. That being said, I am also so fucking exhausted from this jet lag. So, please forgive me if I act like a fucking nutter,"

"A fookin' nuttah?" Andy mocked back, making Taylor giggle some more, "You're pretty cute, Taylor,"

"Well, you're not so bad, neither," she admitted shyly, "It's nice to see what that face looks like without the makeup,"

Andy took a drag and exhaled slowly. He held this electric charisma about him, seemingly so that it wouldn't matter how many times he'd verbally tear himself down, he was a cocky, confident young man.

"Did I freak you out today?" he asked.

"Hardly," she replied, her gaze dropping to the ink on his arms, "You have a lot of tattoos, eh?"

"Why, yes I do," he replied.

"You got a favourite one?"

He didn't reply. Instead, Andy raised his right arm, proudly showing off the Batman tattoo on his forearm, "Is now a good time to mention I'm a huge Batman nerd?"

"You could've fooled me," Taylor replied, shedding her jacket to reveal her bare arms, "I'm more of a Poison Ivy fan myself," she held her forearm out to proudly show off the dark green inking of an ivy vine, the inside filled with a dulled red.

"It's cute," he brushed his fingers over the delicate lines, only noting then how Taylor suddenly winced when he touched her. He pulled back, "Are you okay?"

"Your hands are freezing, mate," she chuckled.

Andy relaxed again, "I just naturally have cold hands, can't explain it," he grinned sheepishly.

Taylor brought her own cigarette to her lips, and out came three rings of silky grey smoke; an old trick she had picked up back home. Andy just watched, his own breath nearly getting caught in his throat when her lily perfume intermingled with the smell of charred nicotine.

"You showing off now?" he asked.

"Maybe," she shrugged back, leaning in closer so her nose just barely touched his. She was unsure just what had made her so brazen suddenly; perhaps the deadly combination of alcohol and fatigue had something to do with it. Whatever it was, Taylor found it undeniably exciting, "You got any secret talents of your own, Andy?"

Andy swallowed back whatever qualms he was holding on to, slowly memorizing every delicate detail of Taylor's face as though he was afraid to loose one mere second of her. However, before he could reply, they heard a shout come from above.

"Oi! You two!" they both looked up, and lo and behold, Danny and Ben had stuck their heads out of the bus window, "Get your arses back in here!" Danny exclaimed.

"You said we had ten minutes!" Andy replied, "Besides, you're no one's parent!"

"Yeah!" Taylor cried defiantly.

Ben tutted at them, "But we're morally responsible for Taylor. Ain't that right, honey?" he smirked.

"Oh, suck my dick, Ben!" Taylor replied, loud enough so that the others would hear her. With that, Andy burst into a fit of laughter, and more could be heard from inside the bus.

Danny shook his head, "How unbecoming of a lovely lady," he mocked.

Taylor looked to Andy, who was caught in the throes of hysterical amusement. She chuckled herself and took another quick drag before crushing the end into the grass, trying not to stare at him as he calmed down. But fuck, from the way he threw his head back to the curl of his lips when he smiled, Taylor felt herself falling into a rabbit hole she feared she wasn't going to crawl out from any time soon.

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tayley · 4 years

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story time! summer 2016 i went to warped tour with my boyfriend (now fiancé), his best friend and his best friends girlfriend. his girlfriend wanted to surprise him by getting an nfg shirt signed so we went to the tent and chad started flirting with us. i was 18 at the time and she was 17 and because i was (and still am) such a big paramore fan, i flat out said “congratulations on your marriage by the way! you two are so cute together” and it shut him up so fast

omg what? i need more deets on that. he’s such an inbred 🤮

#ask #anon

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fangirl94stuff · 4 years

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Spencer Charnas (INK)

@spencercharnasinkssmolnbbean *REQUESTED*

Y/N

Warped Tour had been pretty fun and intense summer. You had come on to work the Kerrang tent, dealing with band signings and interviews. You'd never even considered dating someone in a band; it seemed like a lot of hassle. There was just one problem; there was one band member you kept bumping into. It seemed no matter where you turned you always bumped into Spencer, the vocalist for Ice Nine Kills.

The two of you didn't seek one another out. But whether it be at parties or backstage, or even walking through the buses you two couldn't keep away from one another. The two of you spoke and joked, Spencer, stating it was fate while you weren't convinced fate even existed.

Today you had to carry some boxes to the Kerrang tent for an afternoon signing with Parkway Drive. There weren't many people around at this time, so you decided to bring more boxes than you could handle to get the job done quicker. However, only a few metres away from the tent you bump into someone and drop a couple of the boxes.

'Oh crap sorry--'

'You know people have started to ship us y/n,' Spencer laughs.

You blush and bend down to retrieve the boxes, 'let people talk Spencer.'

Spencer crouches down to help, 'you make it sound so awful. would it be such a bad thing?'

You tilt your head to the side in confusion, 'what are you going on about?'

Spencer sighs and lifts the boxes before walking towards the tent leaving you to follow after him, 'we're both single, good looking, and know a lot about each other from the number of times we've bumped into each other.'

You were shocked at what he was saying. Did Spencer like you? If you were honest with yourself, you never dreamed you could land someone like Spencer. Then a thought occurs that puts the pieces of the puzzle together.

'Spencer, how many times have you 'bumped' into me?'

The vocalist puts the boxes down on the table before turning to face you, 'fine, you got me. I thought it was hot how flustered you would get when we bumped into each other. Not many girls are themselves around me, but you didn't seem to care, sometimes sharing a little bit too much information because you were nervous. so I might have initiated some of the meetings.'

You open your mouth to reply, but no words came out, at least you knew it wasn't fate but Spencer himself.

You clear your throat, 'if you liked me, why didn't you say something sooner?'

Spencer bows his head 'because...I didn't know how...it's stupid...'

You awe, 'ah the big bad Spencer is scared.'

Spencer snorts, 'keep this between us y/n. I have an image to uphold. So what do you say?'

'To what?' you reply.

'Will you go on a date with me?' he asks, scratching his head.

You'd never considered dating a band member, but it was kind of cute that Spencer kept bumping into you because he didn't know how to ask you out. What's the worse thing that could happen? You'd been single a long time.

'Yes, I will go on a date with you, Mr Charnas? No more bumping into me, do you agree?'

Spencer blushes slightly, 'fine; I won't bump into you anymore. can I have your number to arrange something?'

You exchange numbers before shooing him off because you had work to do and he had a set to get ready for. Now you wouldn't have to watch where you walked.

#Spencer Charnas #ice nine kills #INK #spencer charnas fanfiction #ice nine kills fanfiction #ice nine kills fandom #INK fandom #fandom blog #band blog #fanfiction #fanfic #band imagine #band imagines #band fanfiction #band fandom #spencer charnas fandom #warped tour

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iconic [dumb] shit i’ve done at gigs

wore an lol ur not jenna mcdougall shirt to my first ta gig (and that was just the beginning of my dumb bitchery with that shit)

my dumbass called the ocean the other side during tonight alive’s set

OH YEAH I FLIPPED OFF JACK BARAKAT THAT WAS A THING

practically haunted the summer set with my dumb ass “play thick as thieves” meme and account (i still can’t listen to that song why didn’t they blacklist me)

wore that same lol ur not jenna mcdougall shirt wHILE I MET TONIGHT ALIVE I STILL HATE MYSELF (I hate myself anymore bc I hate the pic jenna took of us bc i look ugly as hell but she was so happy and :((( )

surprisingly my dumbass behaved myself the rest of the year and i only had a mayday parade gig in 2017 so no dumb shit happened then

wait i lied bc at tegan and sara in 2016 i told them to @ me when they played nineteen (or as tegan called it, the angsty song for all u angsty teenagers out there)

held up a fuck donald trump sign at my pvris meet and greet

“thanks i played sports ball” after lynn gunn complimented me throwing my flag so accurately up on stage

wore an eat pussy not animals shirt to a meet and greet full of vegans

said “wow I love wasting away” during the same tonight alive show (I got some weird looks for that one)

i behaved myself at warped tour

actually i lied i bought a shirt off tyler carter from issues like i didn’t know who he was

and I raised my hand and asked if I could leave during Underoath’s set

i crowd surfed to bowling for soup covering 1985 and busted my ass on the barricade

analog rick rolled stand atlantic after they were actually fucking angels and were so nice to me ffs

wore my “go away tate” shirt at set it off

held up the same fuck donald trump sign at twin xl

cameron had the AUDACITY to call me out mid set for the Nekokat shirt I was wearing

but afterwards we had a like 30 minute conversation just about music and Nekokat and it was great

Sad Summer Fest was a mess

I called The Maine Mayday Parade (don’t ask)

To “apologize” for rick rolling them, I gave stand atlantic an envelope with an “apology letter” inside when all it was was a realistic drawing of Crazy Frog

They hung it up and made it their tent mascot for the day tho

they also took like a billion selfies on my phone thanks guys

Um I literally almost fucking died I’m 99% sure I had heat stroke but I stayed for almost the entire thing lmao

I wouldn’t stop making “i guess it’s not always sunny in philadelphia” jokes when my friends took me to the city to see yungblud

Had jess stephen and john sign my everything’s fine booklet thick as thieves

… i don’t want to acknowledge this one <3

Fell flat on my face in front of the summer set

i think that’s it…

Unless we’re counting me standing in the middle of the pit glaring up at tss bc they had the audacity to cut teenagers down and got rid of chrissy’s part in october </3

#shay shitposts #how I survived gigs alone thus far is a miracle #tbh i’m just thinking of Warped 2016 when ronnie radke called the crowd waitinf for tonight alive a bunch of bitches #bc we weren’t interested in his shittt band or their shittt music #like we weren’t evene there for ur band my guy #its so funny to see stand atlantic m&g pics fok ssf pittsburgh bc in the background of all of them is crazy frog

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The very first Warped Tour I went to I went specifically to see Palaye Royale and when I arrived I was looking around for their tent and I ended up finding Remington Leith first so I ended up tagging along with him looking for their booth and just making casual conversation with him and I was like “my mom baked blueberry muffins this morning and I brought you guys some and I made you bracelets” because that was like my first fan experience in anything and I was like idk what protocol is.

Being in Ag meant I traveled around a lot and on the night I was getting home from Boston my best friend texted me like hey Corey Feldman’s gonna be here wanna go see him and I was like fuck yeah so I have a picture of us and Corey Feldman and a signed poster of him I brought with me and I look disgusting my hair is greasy it was like midnight but like it was Corey Fuckin’ Feldman, you know, the dude that she had a framed photo of before this one that she used to carry around school with her and that I had like 200 pictures of on my phone and could recite movies he was in.

I looked at the Teacher Crush Community yesterday for some laughs and there was a meme of the character I’m currently crushing on being like “I’m a slut for older men” and I was like well fuck call me out why don’t you but like I 👏🏻 Don’t 👏🏻 Actually 👏🏻 Want 👏🏻 To 👏🏻 Date 👏🏻 An 👏🏻 Adult 👏🏻 Man 👏🏻 like yeah Savvy fangirls and like yeah I had a small crush of like “this man is attractive” on one of my teachers who my best friend and I would whip out our framed photo of Corey Feldman and put it on our shared table and I would go back and forth with him about how AC/DC is actually a very good band and about how no actually all their songs don’t sound the same thank you smh but like I never had a secret blog dedicated to him because 👏🏻 yikes 👏🏻 but my heart goes out to all the thirsty high school girls who can’t see their hot history teachers in quarantine stay strong queens.

My boyfriend and I actually have no idea if our main teacher even knew we were dating even thought we like held hands under the table and stuff he was a bit of an airhead and had major “weird uncle” vibes but like that was like our dad you know? Like at least one of my classmates called him dad and he called him son like for real you want to talk about family try being in Ag.

Throughout high school it was kind of custom for some kids to hang out in cliques in different teacher’s rooms during our free periods and lunch. My senior year I had like 4 study halls so I bounced between taking a morning shift watching the dogs and letting them out to pee and play with them and stuff and then being in my English teacher’s room where one time I literally commandeered a corner of her classroom to make crafts for my canoe regatta because my best friend and I were captains and I was like this shelf? Mine now. And she was like okay sounds good, and she was such a lax teacher that literally during her class we’d be like can we go in the hall and she’d be like sure or she’d be like it’s a nice day let’s call and let the office know we’re going to go read outside but I had one class that was a new special class I ended up placing into (they called it Advanced Choir, it’s exactly what it sounds like) but that ran on a middle school schedule so half way between our 4th and last period we would have a study hall and we were technically assigned to said English teacher literally only because her classroom was the closest but we would be like “I’m fucking off to ag” and she’d be like okay have fun and I would just go hang out in Ag and plan our second trip to Boston or take a maple syrup shift. Being in Ag had so many perks like literally my teacher would be like oh? You’re on a canoe team? You race canoes? Your partner is also in this school? You wanna come teach my class? Yeah I can pull you out of period two let’s go canoeing and eat exotic foods like black bear instead of what, Latin? Yeah.

I could go on for hours about both Ag and Canoeing as they’re honestly like my two favorite things in the world.

#punk gets mail #punk overshares

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music ask game: as it is

not gonna lie i only know one song by them (cheap shots & setbacks, heard it off a warped tour comp one year back when patty was blonde) so i guess i’ll treat it like i’ve never listened?? ok

First song youtube took me to: the wounded world First Impression: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CAN’T BREATHE + i go feral any time a man looks like that + i was one tent over from their signing at my last warped tour and i suddenly regret everything Do I like it?: holy FUCK yeah i do!!!! this blew my mind i liked the one song i knew but this hits DIFFERENT Would I listen to more from them?: oh fuck yeah i’m finally gonna get around to listening to this album holy shit--- and also get a red shirt/black tie combo while i’m at it.. damn thanks for making patty walters another band guy i’m lowkey gay for or just want to be-- Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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medalion rahimi , 27 , she/her ------ hey , did i just see marnie taslimi around the block ? oh ! yes ! the last time i saw her , i heard she wanted to be called marnie . people around say they are so headstrong && protective sometimes i wonder how they can be aimless && abrasive . ( sunny weather on a fall day , sweating out your problems , post-workout muscle aches , worn-out letterman jackets , dream pop )

heyo ! i’m deni , she/her pronouns in the gmt+9 section of the world . i hate proofreading and don’t know how to use commas correctly . below is one of the characters i’m bringing , MARNIE , my favorite sporty gay . i have some info and verse-specific information beneath but have a habit of updating , adding and changing as i go . looking forward to writing with you <3 !

☀ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 .

➤ full name. marnie taslimi ➤ date of birth. april 1st ➤ hometown. multiville ➤ gender. cis female ➤ sexual attraction. lesbian ➤ romantic attraction. lesbian ➤ wants. excitement , a dream ➤ fears. failure , metaphorical disintegration

universal facts. sporty as fuck ------ softball , skateboard , streetball , parkouring off anything , basketball and biking . fit for the gods despite a steady diet of ramen and pizza . claims to like horror movies but a total schmaltzy indie snob . only has a twitter account for the memes and an insta for skateboarding videos . mix of a jock and punk . warped tour t-shirt and silky gym shorts . wants to be a beer snob but on a strict bud light budget . abides by a strict bed by 11 PM clock even if she’s tried to bump it a hundred times before . likes wearing makeup but is running late half the time ( does she even know how to tell time ? who knows ) loves kids and is pretty good with them . squeals every-time she sees a playground . will kick your ass at anything competitive . only wears sports bras . read half the communist manifesto in college and thinks she’s a marxist . used to be a punk rock fan but her playlist is mostly indie pop and gal grunge now . really needs to wash her face but her room is spotless . gay as fuck and open about it --- parents are chill , gets onto her more for her shitty eating habits than who she’s bringing home . will fight you . really needs a good cuddle . favorite past time ? dancing around her room .

personality. wants to do anything she sets her mind to and takes losing terribly . a little brash , especially to people she’s just met . sociable , but not exactly friendly . it takes a lot for her to come to trust someone , but when it happens she’s loyal and protective AF . still talks to friends she has for years even if she doesn’t really like them anymore . speaks her mind , often times saying the first thing that comes to her head . blunt and a little demanding , quick to order people around and assume control of a situation . big leadership energy . she thinks . tends to pick up skills fast with a determined scrunch of her brow and a lot of sweat . pours herself into new hobbies and activities with an incredible amount of focus , so when she isn’t good at something , like immediately she gets --- weird . pretends to brush off stuff with a shrug but takes a lot of criticism and failure to heart .

appearance. 5′6 but she feels taller . big , bushy curls she maintains with argon oil and nights spent wrestling with a comb . throws it up in a bun or low in pigtails most of the time . closet is super simple --- jeans and a bunch of t-shirts . athletic wear , sports jerseys , sweatpants . thinks throwing on a vintage denim jacket dresses up an outfit . bites her nails , but her favorite neighbor keeps painting them . polish stays chipped , but at least the skin’s moisturized . no tattoos , only has a piercing in each ear because she dreamed of gauges back in high school . posture is impeccable until she’s at work and then it’s like the whole world’s grinding her down . sneakers stay scuffed , white space drawn in with markers and sharpies from when her co-workers get bored . socks are always matched , clothes clean because she actually likes doing laundry ?? never switches out her wardrobe from season to season . half of what she wears doubles as pajamas .

☀ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 .

⇀ medalion rahimi , 27 , she/her ------ hey , did i just see marnie taslimi around the block ? oh ! yes ! the last time i saw her , i heard she wanted to be called marnie . i hear they are a supermarket cashier . people around town say they are so headstrong && protective sometimes i wonder how they can be aimless && abrasive . ( scuffed pair of converse , big dreams on a dime store budget , messy hair and pigtails )

about. a skyline she’s seen a dozen damn times . roads she’s carved ruts into with two feet , a bike and a skateboard . a swing in the park where she smoked her first cigarette and the warehouse where she broke her first girlfriend’s heart . familiar and weird , isn’t it ? coming back home after swearing you couldn’t wait to leave . marnie talked a big game back in high school , leaning into all those softball trophies in her bedroom after leading the local team to the state championships not one , not two , but three times . once a rising star , something about a post-college funk made her fumble . scholarship nabbed , eyes on a pro team next . mandatory minimums on a GPA she couldn’t keep up with . a shitstorm of deadlines , essays and study hours made her head spin and she tried --- damn did she try --- but didn’t everyone deserve to have a little fun ? burnout came fast and hard . imposter syndrome a thunderfuck of feelings she couldn’t handle . what became a tentative gap year to get her head right’s become three , four , six years . recently , marnie’s signed up for local community college classes in the hopes of easing back into the desolate wasteland that is academia . problem is --- what she’s supposed to do ? she’s just so goddamn bored .

#. development ⇀ marnie taslimi .#multivrseintro

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Sky Ferreira Returns With an uncompromising vision and the studio hours to back it up, the enigmatic singer is back with a new single—and a promise that her first album in six years will be worth the wait.

So, what’s Sky Ferreira been doing all this time? Well, for the last 35 minutes or so, she’s been in the bathroom.

“I’m so sorry,” she says when she finally emerges, eyes wet, arms full of winter layers. It’s a late-February afternoon at New York City’s Russian Tea Room, the fabled blini-and-caviar haunt of candy-red banquettes and eternal Christmas ornaments where Madonna once worked the coat check. About a half hour ago, the 26-year-old singer turned up for our afternoon-tea reservation only to disappear in an immediate whorl, as if a czarist vortex sucked her into the basement. What she had thought was an asthmatic flare-up, she now explains, was actually a pretty severe anxiety attack. A panicked twinge remains in her expression, like the distant memory of tasting a lemon. In town from Los Angeles for three days, she tells me, “I’ve been anxious to the point that I haven’t slept at all.”

It’s a nerve-wracking moment for Sky, a pop artist, actor, and model who’s lately been keeping a low profile. This is partly because she seems to find the social contract of the PR exchange stressful, but also because she doesn’t want to suck up all the air before she gets a chance to breathe. “You really can get sick of someone’s face,” she says, as only someone who has loaned their own to Jimmy Choo and Calvin Klein could. “I don’t see the point of doing a bunch of photoshoots or press when I don’t have anything out.”

The fact that she hasn’t had anything out might be the biggest stress of all. Signed to Capitol Records at 15, Sky spent years in teen-pop A&R purgatory—groomed as a naughty-girl-next-door type with mall-Shakira hair and prefabricated singles with names like “Haters Anonymous” and “Sex Rules” (“We are animals/No matter what we deny/Our bodies strong, like magnets” are actual words she sang)—only to have her minders decide she wasn’t worth the trouble and shelve her long-promised full-length debut. Rather than give up, she used money she’d earned modeling and finished the album without their help.

Released in October 2013, Night Time, My Time was a rare major-label triumph of craft over product, a purposeful barrage of seething recriminations coated with ’90s-grunge textures and ’80-pop incandescence. It sounded like “My So-Called Life”’s Angela Chase mainlining John Hughes films and channeling her existential anguish into a record—except Night Time was the vision of a 2010s 21-year-old, and the truths were all hers.

The right people loved it. In the spring of 2015, Sky announced her second record’s name was Masochism and promised its first single that summer. The summer came and went, then the fall, and some winter too. On that New Year’s Eve, she addressed the delay obliquely on Instagram (“I refuse to put out something that isn’t honest”) and promised “in 2016 you will hear it.” In 2016, you did not, and now it’s 2019, and, still, no album. At this point, she can’t post online without some commenters popping up to heckle, “where’s the album sky” or “MASOCHISM!!?” or “still waiting,” like they’re hungry people rage-texting Seamless.

These impatient fans aren’t alone in their enthusiasm. “She’s one of those beautiful, rare people who can probably do anything,” says Debbie Harry, who’s had Sky open for Blondie. “If there’s anybody I would ever be jealous of, it would be her.”

Naturally, all of this—the anticipation, the unfulfilled promises, the time lapsed since her last release—is adding to the pressure she puts on herself. She feels like she has to explain. “It wasn’t by choice.” It wasn’t creative paralysis, nor was it a creative hiatus. “I wasn’t just taking time for myself the last five years.” During that time, she landed a half dozen movie roles, but she says she didn’t decide to focus on acting instead. “I never stepped away from music.” She alludes to vague external hindrances: “I’ve been at the mercy of people the last few years”; “gatekeepers”; “the rug pulled out under me”; a “someone at my label” who undid the generous arrangement she had to work with Kanye West musical director Mike Dean; and the very real issue of a young woman telling men what she wants and not settling for less. Then the labyrinthine nature of her production process is, as you’ll see, akin to playing charades blind-folded while riding a dog, and everyone else guesses with kazoos. Plus, she’s a perfectionist. Obsessive. She’ll do 800 takes. She’ll consider every option—and then she’ll consider it again.

But the primary reason it’s taken so long: Sky doesn’t just want her new songs done, she wants them to be good. By good, she means, executed the way she intended, no matter how long she waited to find the right violinist. Properly mixed so they don’t accidentally sound like pop-punk in the car, because “someone puts some shit on my voice” and she forgot to play them in an Uber. (Sky never learned to drive.) Songs that know their place in the broader pop continuum, not what’s hot on streaming. “I’m not looking for ‘a moment,’” she says. “I’m looking for a career—and real careers, you build them.”

She’s deemed two songs good enough to share with me. The first single, “Downhill Lullaby,” is a five-and-a-half-minute, goth-noir, chamber-pop piece—with strings!—that could have easily closed an episode of the revived “Twin Peaks.” (The association may be deliberate: Sky appeared in the show’s 2017 return, deeply admires its director, David Lynch, and the series’ music supervisor, Dean Hurley, produced the song alongside her.) Another forthcoming track, tentatively titled “Don’t Forget,” is a new wave time warp, a lovely bit of nostalgia therapy for people who were never there—even if it is, according to Sky, “about burning down houses.”

By now we’re settled into a booth, one Sky has selected in the empty part of the restaurant, far away from her manager and publicist, who’ve come along to chaperone. Her natural espresso roots have outrun her hair’s blonde highlights, and her dark T-shirt reads “CHICAGO METAL MANIA.” We’ve managed to order tea by asking the waiter to bring what he likes (a nice, orangey, spicy chai) and then momentarily horrify him when Sky asks if, instead of sending the teeny triangular sandwiches with mayonnaise back to the kitchen (she hasn’t touched them, and mayo makes her gag), we can give them to someone who’s homeless. “I’ll get you the ones without mayonnaise,” the waiter says, taking them away.

“I don’t have a back-up plan,” Sky says. “I never have. I don’t have an education. I don’t know how to, like, play music in the [traditional] sense. I’m socially awkward and stuff—I couldn’t really do a lot of other jobs either,” she says. “Literally, there’s no other option for me. So this has to work.”

There are many Sky Ferreiras. There’s Sky the model, a Hedi Slimane muse who’s walked the runway for Marc Jacobs and perfected a glare so haunted the Bates Motel must be jealous. There’s Sky the actor, who played a key supporting role in director Edgar Wright’s big-studio heist flick Baby Driver, but doesn’t have an agent. There’s Sky the live performer, who battles stage fright, but who also opened a 2014 Miley Cyrus arena tour, fell down an elevator shaft on night three, and still took the stage the next day.

There’s also the Sky here at the Russian Tea Room, whose left dimple comes as a surprise because, come to think of it, you’ve rarely seen photos of her smiling. The Sky who shouldn’t eat gluten because of an autoimmune condition, but doesn’t really tell people about it because it sounds like bullshit. The Sky who’s watched enough “Game of Thrones” to see her pets’ personalities reflected in the show’s characters. (For the record, her cat Egg would be a Lannister, while his brother Squirrel would be from the North.)

This Sky speaks in em dashes. It’s less that she loses her train of thought, and more that her thought train is screeching onto a new track. Sometimes you’re right there with her, but other times you’re watching the conversation from a distance like a detached caboose that just kept going straight. “I know I keep going in circles,” she says, “but my mind kind of always does that—spins.”

You don’t interview this Sky as much as steer her, but first you listen. “I’ve always been really shy,” she says, six minutes in. “I was actually mute for years when I was a kid.”

Little Sky Tonia Ferreira hummed along to the radio before she could talk. Raised around Los Angeles, mostly Venice Beach, her young parents split when she was a baby. Her dad tended bar, sometimes with her in tow, and when his roommates got cable, she devoured MTV. “I always hung out with a lot of adults,” she says. “I was, like, one of those kids.”

Being one of those kids meant she didn’t know how to talk to the kids who knew how to talk with each other. She was bullied constantly. She also had trouble with numbers and spelling—she suspects she’s dyslexic, but never got tested—and for a while, was so unhappy, she stopped talking altogether. “I had really long hair, didn’t speak, and had dark circles around my eyes,” she says, describing herself as a child. “I looked kinda feral.”

As the story goes, Sky’s first-grade classmates didn’t know she could talk until she sang “Over the Rainbow” in school. “As long as I can remember, I’ve felt the most like myself when I was singing,” she says. (Roughly 18 years later, she covered the Wizard of Oz ballad at David Lynch’s Festival of Disruption, and the director still raves about her version, telling me, “It was incredible. So beautiful.”)

She lived with her grandmother, who worked as a hairdresser. One time when Sky was around 7, she sang for one of her grandmother’s clients. Impressed, the man suggested she join a gospel choir. The man was Michael Jackson. So she did. Jackson also gave a 9-year-old Sky some grown-up advice that’s shaped her approach to art and music ever since: “He was like, ‘Don’t focus on things that are just around you—you need to look back to the history of music.’ And that’s what I did.”

Yes, Sky went to the Neverland Ranch—“a lot.” She also went to Jackson’s other houses. No, she didn’t witness anything untoward. “It wasn’t just because I was a girl,” she tells me, a few days before the controversial HBO documentary Leaving Neverland aired. “I was around a lot of kids.”

Yes, she’s grown hesitant to talk about her grandmother’s larger-than-life client—for all the reasons you’d expect, along with a few you might not. Like, that it’s difficult for people to wrap their minds around the fact that the King of Pop could be a formative elder acquaintance in the casually anodyne way of, say, a dancing-school teacher or a little-league coach—someone whose small encouragements could be so big. “I was really quiet, but when someone sees something in you...” she says of Jackson, before abandoning the thought. “I had a connection to him, but I’m not, like, his family.”

Sky has also routinely been asked to account for the bad behavior of men in her orbit. A dominant narrative surrounding Night Time, My Time’s 2013 release was her relationship with indie rock band DIIV’s frontman, Zachary Cole Smith—an ex-boyfriend with whom she was arrested that September. He was the driver of the vehicle in which heroin, ecstasy, and a stolen license plate were found (and someone who’s since publicly acknowledged his struggles with addiction). Throughout that album cycle, the arrest became a more delicious red herring than anything Sky had actually done.

“The thing that’s still so fucked up about that: I didn’t have a drug problem, I dated someone who had a drug problem, I was in a car with someone who had a drug problem,” she says. “No one wants to talk about how my charge got dropped.” And the whole Kurt and Courtney star-crossed mythos that dramatized the headlines around the arrest? Spare her. “I was really young; I wasn’t even 21 yet for most of it. That wasn’t my great love story of my life,” she says, adding, “The people that have treated me so much better—they’re the ones who deserve the attention, not that guy.” (Presumably, one of those people is her current partner, Elias Bender Rønnenfelt, frontman of the Danish punk band Iceage.)

Those who have followed Sky’s personal life could easily read “Downhill Lullaby” as an extended metaphor about a tumultuous relationship: “I can see that you want me/Going downhill too/Going downhill into a lullaby.” But she’s adamant about distancing her songwriting from the egos of her ex-boyfriends. “That’s the one rule I made,” she says. “The one thing that I’ve always had is my music. If someone treated me badly, they don’t get to have that. I don’t want to drag the weight of what they did around forever.”

For Sky Ferreira, time is not a flat circle, but rather a sticky mass of saltwater taffy. She tends to run late, but once she’s present and engaged, she can summon an Iron Man endurance. At the Russian Tea Room, two hours of conversation easily floats into six-and-a-half, and eventually we’re the last diners to leave. Somewhere in this elasticity, she talks about her refusal to give up on the work. “I’ve literally been using my life savings to do this record.” She is not motivated by money—to her, time isn’t money, but money is a thing to buy more time.

This springy relationship with time can make Sky seem almost anachronistic. In conversation, her offhanded pop-cultural mentions span director Todd Solondz’s 1995 cult indie Welcome to the Dollhouse, Courtney Love, the 1980 Loretta Lynn biopic Coal Miner’s Daughter, the 2018 iteration of A Star Is Born, and the cheerful ’60s sitcom “The Andy Griffith Show” (which she concedes, “No one my age knows”). Sky’s reference points, like Michael Jackson once advised, exist within a totality, not a blip.

One of her artistic lodestars glows brighter than the others: When Sky was 13, she discovered David Lynch. “He’s the first person who ever saw the world the way I saw it,” she says. “It was the first time anything made sense.” You can see Lynchian dream logic throughout her work. In fact, the staggering, airy title dirge from Night Time, My Time came to her in a dream. “I wrote it in the middle of the night, half-asleep,” she remembers about the album closer, which was built around a line spoken by the doomed girl at the center of the “Twin Peaks” saga. “Then I woke up the next day and I finished it in an hour. I still have the notes; the handwriting’s all fucked up. ” When she finished the song, she knew the album was finally done.

So Sky’s cameo in “Twin Peaks: The Return” had the meta-ness of astral projection. She played Ella, an enigmatic bar patron who talked about a penguin and flaunted a “wicked” armpit rash. “She played that scene so perfectly,” Lynch tells me. “She inhabited that character and made it real from a deep place. When she scratched that rash, you could really feel the itching!”

“Downhill Lullaby” summons the creeping orchestral gloom of “Night Time, My Time.” A sweeping arrangement in five parts, Masochism’s first single begins with a sashay of strings and an interpolation of the unmistakable squee of the Verve’s “Bitter Sweet Symphony,” followed by a murmuring, angered bass. Sky exhales a numb indictment—“You leave me open/When you hit me”—and amid the layers of kettle-drum thunder and keening violins, there’s seduction and revenge, confusion and queasiness, silkiness and elegance. It sounds like the last thing Daniel Day Lewis’ Reynolds Woodcock hears before the poison takes hold in Phantom Thread.

This habit of visualizing music—Sky does it too. Except for her, it’s the first step of many in the song creation process: “I see it like it’s projected in a movie theater.” “Downhill Lullaby,” in particular, began with a vision of water in darkness. “Lakes kind of terrify me,” she explains, recalling a childhood memory of feeling lost in a Maryland forest that packs a similar unease. “In a lake, by yourself, you look at the bottom and it’s murky and still and you can’t really see anything or feel anything—and if you do, it’s fucking terrifying. It always feels like something will grab you and pull you under.” The eeriness became the foundation for the song.

She likens the ordeal of making “Downhill Lullaby” to Mickey Mouse’s Fantasia turn as the sorcerer’s apprentice. “You know how all the brooms are making a gigantic mess and the water starts rising and rising and rising and rising?” she says. “It was sort of like that: Magical, but at the same time, ‘What is going on?’ And then cleaning it all up.”

Her technique is more like a collagist—one who both scavenges her raw materials and oversees the fabrication—than a traditional songwriter. Conceptually, she works backwards, starting a song with an imagined outline of the final arrangement, isolating each sound element, and then embarking on the oft-laborious task of identifying studio musicians with the time and patience and willingness to conjure each sound individually, so that once she’s gathered all the pieces, she can begin the meticulous process of putting them all back together.

This unorthodox approach to songwriting has led to recurring logistical difficulties for Masochism. Namely, figuring out how to articulate what she hears so that someone who’s not in her brain can actualize it. “Nobody really understood what I was trying to say or wanted to do on paper,” she says. “It was a really long process.”

Sky never learned how to read music and she’s too self-conscious to use instruments that aren’t her voice in front of others. So if there’s an obvious reference point—like a certain note in a ’90s-radio staple she wants imitated—she’ll play that for her collaborator. But when there’s not, she’s often like a conductor asking to summon a mood.

In the case of Danish violinist Nils Gröndahl, who recorded all the strings on “Downhill Lullaby,” she recalls telling him: “‘Play it as if you’re one of the birds in Snow White, singing underwater, while slowly being suffocated by plastic.’” And you know what? In the end result, it’s easy to hear all that.

Additionally, Sky is even more particular about her final mixes. She will only be satisfied after she’s evaluated her song in seven different listening contexts: a car stereo; a smartphone with “regular” headphones; a smartphone with Apple earbuds; a smartphone’s built-in speaker; on a laptop; through “really bad, bad computer speakers—like the ones that came with Dells back in the early 2000s”; and the lush splendor of the studio, which is a personal luxury because, as she notes, “most people aren’t gonna listen that way.”

And she goes through this convoluted course of action for every song. It’s no wonder Masochism has taken so long. Says Sky, “I’ve accepted this is how I work and stopped feeling bad about it.”

Two Fridays after her insomniac New York trip, Sky is on the line, self-confidence restored, completing a high percentage of her sentences. Earlier in the week, she received the “Downhill Lullaby” master, immediately dropped her phone and shattered its screen, so now she’s on speaker. “I was like, I hope this isn’t a metaphor?” At least she’s laughing.

As for Masochism. She tells me she produced most of it herself, wrote with Los Angeles-based dream-pop artist Tamaryn, and worked with Ariel Pink collaborator Jorge Elbrecht. The proper album is coming, Sky swears, almost positively in 2019. Granted, she said the same thing last year—and the year before that and the year before that and the year before that—but this time, she has finally loosened her grip on some songs.

“Downhill Lullaby” may sound like dying Disney birds and “Don’t Forget” may be electro-pop arson, but Sky promises “more poppy” songs on Masochism too, as well as more “abstract,” orchestral stuff. “It’s very big, but also very violent,” she says, half-chuckling. “But not all the songs are super-dark.” Beyond that—the number of songs, tracklist, other credited collaborators—who can say? Sky can’t yet. She has some songs in mind she’d still like to write.

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remingt0nleith · 5 years

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a sunny birthday • remington leith imagine.

REQUESTED. 1.3K Fluffy & cute imagine...Featuring a female reader who is Palaye’s merch girl & is best friends with the brothers while dating Remington. Today is her birthday while on Warped Tour, find out what the brothers have planned. (Smut is alluded to at the end. Insert shameless plug here: check out my last imagine if you want Remington smut.)

The summer sun sat high in the sky, it’s rays quickly turning your skin into a sweaty mess. Despite the heat people of all types were packed into the fairgrounds to enjoy a day of their favorite music. You sat behind Palaye Royale’s merch tent, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the sun as you watched a newer band on one of the smaller stages. You admired their confidence and free-spirit as they took control of the stage and the crowd which gathered around them.

Peeling your gaze away from the performance, a group of young fans had crowded around the merch tent, eyes cataloging the various t-shirts pinned behind you.

“Will Emerson be out soon?” A young boy asked, a black hat covering his curly dark hair.

You grinned, painted nails pointing to a sign hanging beside you which stated the meet and greet time -- set to take place later in the day.

“Yup, he sure will. They’ll be out in a bit and I’m sure Emerson will absolutely love your hat.”

The fans’ eyes lit up at the thought of his favorite drummer complimenting his hat, one that he had modeled especially for him.

You took merch orders for the next thirty minutes or so, handing out t-shirts, jewelry, CDs, and prints of Emerson’s artwork to fans of all ages. You enjoyed seeing their various outfits which were often done in the style of one of the boys. From fancy style suits to red makeup, and stripes it was clear that Palaye Royale had a dedicated and glamorous fan base.

You had been friends with the boys for a while, each one quickly becoming your family, Remington more than that. The two of you quickly realizing your attraction for one another, and he had wasted no time in making you his girlfriend, inviting you on the tour. You volunteered to do their merch to give you something productive to do, it was truly like living in a dream -- spending your summer traveling across the U.S. on a bus with your closest friends and boyfriend, getting to see them perform practically every day.

Luis came around to your side of the booth, water bottle in hand and camera hanging around his neck. Luis was a longtime friend of the brothers who had a knack for photography which he was able to put to use on tour.

“I’m taking over for a bit. The guys wanted to see you on the bus.”

You raised an eyebrow mind racing to what the boys could have planned, knowing them it could be anything from a serious talk to a prank. Saying a quick goodbye to Luis you headed to the buses on the far side of the grounds, singing along to the mix of different bands playing from all angles.

Flashing your all-access badge to the security guard at the bus parking lot, you made your way to Palaye’s huge black and red tour bus, a major upgrade from the small beat up one they used for the last tour.

Once you climbed up the stairs, your eyes widened at the sight of pink balloons which littered the small living area, purple streamers thrown over the plush blankets on the couches. The three brothers stood with huge grins on their faces, a cake in Sebastian’s hands.

“Happy Birthday!” They cheered in unison.

Both Remington and Emerson leaned over to simultaneously plant a big wet kiss on either side of your face.

“You guys shouldn’t have!” You exclaimed, heart full of love.

Emerson chuckling before he picked you up, spinning you in a circle before placing you gently back down. Although he was younger than you he was more like an older, wiser brother.

Remington pulled you close to him, strong arms wrapping you in a bear hug as you squealed in excitement. He kissed the top of your head before whispering in your ear,

“Happy birthday, beautiful.”

His words never failed to turn your heart to mush, pulling away you turned to look at Sebastian who had set the cake on the table, long arms outstretched to you.

You obliged, wrapping your arms around his tall frame, the scent of his cologne still fresh on his tailored suit.

“Alright you two, break it up.” Emerson joked, elbowing Remington who stood beside him.

“Before Remi tries to beat his big brother up for stealing his girl.”

You and Sebastian broke apart, both cracking up in laughter at the mere thought of Seb trying to get with you.

“Let’s have some cake.” Your boyfriend declared while cutting the beautiful vanilla cake which was decorated with pink flowers.

He passed plates out to everyone and the three of you relaxed next to piles of streamers as you ate cake and enjoyed each other’s company -- everyone joking and laughing.

Emerson disappeared to his bunk and came back a moment later with something in a frame, he handed it to you with a sheepish grin.

It was a framed piece of artwork depicting a girl sat among flowers painted elegantly with watercolors, a happy birthday message penned in the corner in Emerson’s messy script.

Your eyes filled with tears remembering the day you and Emerson went to an art museum and then stopped at a garden close by, it was one of your last friendship dates before Warped Tour started.

You stood up to hug him, before returning to your seat next to Remington, hugging the framed portrait close to you.

“Thank you so much, Emerson. It’s beautiful.”

“My turn.” The oldest brother mumbled, taking his turn to fetch something from the bunk area before returning.

A small wrapped gift now sat in your hands, carefully peeling back the paper a gold bottle of perfume sat nestled in your hands. Your eyes widening as you realized it was one you had wanted when you visited Paris.

“Seb!”

You unscrewed the lid, cautiously spraying a small amount onto your skin. The floral scent filling the air which instantly reminded you of France.

“How’d you remember?” The question fell from your lips as you continued to smell the fragrance on a trip down memory lane.

“How could I not? You’re one of my best friends, practically my sister. I remember everything.”

For the second time that day, your eyes filled with tears at just how loved you were. It was a love you once dreamed about but now it was yours. These three brothers had taken you under their wing and each offered you love and happiness in their own unique way.

Remington leaned over to kiss you quickly before he pulled a small wrapped box from behind him.

“Happy Birthday, baby. To the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Your face heating up in a blush, fingers working to quickly tear the holographic paper away. A small box appearing, a delicate necklace with a diamond rose awaited inside.

It hung on a silver chain the stem made of tiny jewels while the petals were colored a dark red.

Remington helped you put it on, thin fingers brushing against your neck as he clasped the chain shut.

You turned to look at him, leaning in to kiss him deeply mumbling your thanks and gratitude against his lips.

Sebastian gathered his guitar from nearby, long legs guiding him to the door. Emerson following close behind.

“We’ll leave you two alone. Meet and greet is in like an hour.”

Emerson threw a wink Remington’s way before he disappeared into the hot sun.

“Baby.” You purred against Remington’s mouth as you both fell against the couch, party streamers tickling your bare legs.

“Mm?” he mumbled, wasting no time in pressing delicate kisses along your neck, slowly making his way downwards.

“I love you.”

It came out in a whisper, Remington’s dark eyes looking up to meet yours.

“I love you too, my angel.”

Remington busied himself with showing you just how loved you were, peppering kisses downwards covering your warm skin with his lips and teeth, bite marks now decorating your pale flesh.

Your eyes slipped shut in pleasure, skin hot with anticipation while your heart was so full of love.

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bursnlikefire · 5 years

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Toil and Trouble | Landy

@theking-ofpain

The first mentions of witches were mentioned in 1692. The Salem Witch Trials became a landmark in ancient history. Janice Bratcher was there and was hung for in fact, being what the people feared the most. Her eldest, Abigail, was there and never knew of her family history until the day after her mother was hanged. She found the books, the potions, the symbols, everything. She only began to practice it when she turned 25. When her aunt finally told her about the Dark Baptism. It was said that every first born daughter of the Bratcher family would be Baptized by the High Priest and sign her name in the Dark Lord's Book of the Beast.

Generation after generation of witches went through it. Now, it was Lakea's turn. The only problem? She refused to sign her name and give up her freedom, her friends and the love of her life for power and bending at The Dark Lord's will whenever he called on her. Being half-witch had its perks but also its downfalls, this being one of them. Her mother wasn't happy about her rebellion and unwillingness or her brothers who did it as well. She didn't want to think about it. Especially when she was with Andy, at Warped Tour having the time of her life. Even when her birthday was in only two weeks. July 10th. Andy had no knowledge of her family history or his band, Lakea kept it a secret, afraid harm would come to him, his family or his friends. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if anything did.

Today was June 26th. Weather forecast was sunny and bright and almost deathly hot. People were lined up at the water stations and huddling under neath empty tents for shade. Lakea was walking around observing everyone as she made her way to the stage where Black Veil Brides was playing in a couple of hours. There wasn't anything that could ruin her day, good mood or her time here with the person she loved the most. Or at least she hoped so.

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ameryth74 · 5 years

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Two letter words:

There are 107 acceptable 2-letter words listed in the Official Scrabble Players Dictionary, 6th Edition and the Official Tournament and Club Word List:

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Two letter contractions: I’m, I’d

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Can you write something with yixing at a festival or an award show or anything really were he meets Remington from palaye royale and they become friends or something happens between them? I suck at requesting stuff anything with the two of them is fine.

Due to no one else being willing to accompany Chanyeol to go to Warped Tour Yixing happily accompanied him so his friend wouldn’t be alone. As Yixing left Chanyeol to watch Mayday Parade perform he wondered around. The music from most bands weren’t quite his taste but he appreciated their talent. As he found himself being drawn to the acoustic tent where SayWeCanFly was performing her bumped into a tall, lanky dark haired shirtless boy. As Yixing looked up he saw heavy black and red makeup trickling down his face as sweat glistened upon his skin.

‘Sorry’ they both instantly said while making eye contact.

‘No, I’m sorry’ they both said at the same time.

‘No I-’ Yixing began but got cut off.

‘Hahaha It’s fine’ the dark haired male chuckled as he laid his hand on Yixing’s shoulder.

‘Okay, sorry’ Yixing apologized unnecessarily.

‘Stop saying sorry it’s fine really. What’s your name’ He looked down at him with soft eyes.

‘Lay, What’s your name?’ Yixing spoke up to him.

‘My name’s Remington, My Band Palaye Royale is about to play soon, do you want to come watch us?�� Remington gestured forward.

‘Yeah sure.’ Yixing nodded.

‘Follow me’ Remington lead Yixing forward and Yixing followed.

At the stage Yixing stood at the side while they finished setting up as a crowd began to fill the space in front of them. Just as they began to play Yixing noticed they stood out among the other bands. They had different elements and eras in their music the contrasted the sounds of other pop punk and hardcore bands around them. He didn’t completely understand the music but he liked what he was hearing. But worry filled him when Remington hung off the scaffolding like a bat, he didn’t know what to do but he was impressed. By the end of the set Ma Cherie was his favorite song.

When Remington ran to the back his eyes met Yixing’s who look confused,excited, and a bit worried.

‘Hey. are you okay?’ Remington went over to him.

‘Yeah, you’re so cool but are you okay? Aren’t you afraid of hurting yourself?’ Yixing’s energy was a bit manic.

‘Thanks and it’s cool I do it all the time. Hey um do you want to come back to the bus with us after meet and greats?’ Remington wiped the sweat of his face with a towel smearing his makeup even more

‘Sure I just have to find my friend.’ Yixing gestured toward the crowed amphitheater.

‘Okay, bring him too,’ Remington smiled before leading Yixing down the steps of the stage.

Ten minutes later Yixing heard his voice being cried out from a lost giant behind him.

‘Why didn’t you answer your phone?’ Chanyeol ran to Yixing.

‘I Couldn’t hear it sorry. Hey I met someone, Remington, he invited us to his tour bus do-’ Yixing began but was interrupted.

‘YES’ Chanyeol grabbed Yixing’s hand and ran around looking Remington until they found him signing a shirt for a fan.

‘Just wait.’ Yixing held Chanyeol back.

After they were done Remington ran over to them and lead them to bus where air conditioning met their faces that were drench in sweat.

‘Oh this is my friend Chanyeol.’ Yixing introduced Chanyeol.

‘Hey, these are my brothers Sebastian and Emerson. Are you thirsty?’ Remington went the small kitchen.

‘Water’ they both said with desperation.

‘Of course. Were just gonna chill before going out again. Want to watch a movie Nightmare before Christmas? Halloween? Texas chainsaw massacre?’ Remington handed them water as he led them to the back lounge where there was more space.

‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre.’ Yixing said without thinking.

‘Yeah cool.’ Remington turned on the TV.

‘Your obsession with being a serial killer in a movie is getting weird’ Chanyeol said as they sat.

‘I just want to know what it feels like to kill someone without actually killing someone.’ Yixing said as Remington sat beside him.

‘Saaaaaaame’ Remington laughed.

‘See he gets it’ Yixing smiled just as the movie began.

While watching the movie Chanyeol left and began a conversion with Emerson at the front of the tour bus while Yixing and Remington enjoyed the movie together.

I hope you liked it and I did well and thank you I love Palaye Royale.

#yixing #lay #chanyeol #remington leith #palaye royale #exo #what if yixing #Anonymous

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Warped Tour/Roadie For A Day Blog: July 13, 2018

Okay, wow! I have A LOT to talk about today. This blog might be all over the place because I am terrible at this, but I really want to share my experience with everyone!

So, Doll Skin. If you haven’t heard of them before, let me educate! Doll Skin is a punk/rock band from Phoenix, AZ. In my opinion, they are beyond wonderful and extremely underrated and I try to bring their music to everyone’s attention as much as I possibly can. The members are as follows:

Lead Vocals/Rhythm Guitar: Sydney Dolezal | Lead Guitar: Alex Snowden | Bass: Nicole Rich | Drums/Vocals: Meghan Herring

Doll Skin played at Warped Tour 2017 and are currently playing at Warped Tour 2018 on the Owly stage! SO. A few months ago, I had learned about this contest sponsored by an organization called “Girls Behind the Rock Scene.” Basically, this organization helps bring more females into the music industry and showing women what it’s like in the backstage/roadie scenes of band life. I support this 100% because well, being a female myself, I love getting any opportunity that comes my way in a “male-dominated” world. Women are truly making breakthroughs all over the world and I could not be more proud to be a woman in this day and age. Well GBTRS partnered with Doll Skin for Warped Tour 2018 to have a contest, where for each tour date, someone would be selected to shadow/be their roadie for that day. I really wanted to apply, so I did, but at first I had no confidence that I was going to win. I was blessed with that email saying I was going to be Doll Skin’s roadie in Camden, NJ’s Warped Tour show. I had no idea how to prepare or even if I needed to prepare. So I just read up a little bit on what roadies do and took it from there!

Showtime!

So, I rode to Warped with my best friend, Kait. Unfortunately, my car decided to give me problems just 2 days prior. My luck in a nutshell. So, I arrived and had to meet with the girls’ tour manager, Nicole (since there are 2 Nicole’s, one being the manager and one being the bass player of the band I’m going to do this: when I’m talking about the tour manager, I’m going to say ‘Nicole (TM)’ and when I’m talking about the bass player I’m going to say ‘Nicole (DS)’.) So, I met up with Nicole (TM) and she was the absolute sweetest. She did everything in her power to make sure I could soak in as much information as possible, while also staying properly hydrated and having a fun time. It was very hot out that day. She probably gave me a total of 6-7 water cans throughout the day.

Anyway, Doll Skin was scheduled to perform at 4:30, therefore they did not really need me until 3:45. But, Nicole (TM) asked me if I wanted to go with her and Meghan to see Don Broco at 11:30 (I believe) and I said sure! They took me SIDE STAGE and I was completely blown away. I have never seen any bands side stage before so this was an amazing new thing for me. I was trying to keep my cool because so many band members were just walking right past me. I got to give Meghan her gift, which was a red treble clef necklace and she loved it! She wore it during their set! So, after seeing Don Broco, I was taken to the band’s merch tent and I met Cameron. He was giving me pointers about how to sell merchandise to fans and he is just a natural! He convinced so many people who have not heard of the band to go check them out. He had stickers with the band’s name, set time and stage and handed them out to everyone. My favorite thing about sitting at the tent was when people would come up to us and say, “Doll Skin? I’ve never heard of them” and Cameron would say, “Oh but they are only the BEST band on Warped Tour this year!” with SUCH confidence and I could tell it made everyone interested in learning about them. Though, one lady approached us and asked if they were the “Powerpuff Girl band” which made me laugh because the girls told me they get that all the time.

After that, I was pretty much free to watch some bands and do whatever I wanted until 3:45. The first thing I did was look for the Christina Grimmie Foundation tent. Since Christina was tragically murdered at her concert in June of 2016, her family decided to start a foundation in her honor and any donations are shared to families/victims of gun violence as well as breast cancer. Christina is one of my idols, and I’m friends with her brother Marcus who was running the tent, so I visited them and hung out for a while. Mark gave me a bracelet and we were laughing and joking around. It’s good to see him happy again.

I decided to walk around for a while, just to check out all the tents and see what was going on when all of a sudden I notice a sign that said, “Simple Plan free signing 1:00″ It was 12:00 and I IMMEDIATELY went in line!! Simple Plan has been a favorite of mine since I was about 13 years old. I was able to get a selfie with them and my inner child was screaming for joy! Finally, after walking backstage and just looking at all these bands walking past me, I actually MET one! They were signing right next to the stage where Tonight Alive were performing, which made me happy because I really wanted to see them. So yes, another dream of meeting Simple Plan has finally come true! Then I went with Kait to see We The Kings and we got MURDERED in the pit pretty much! Haha, they said they were filming us for a video and around 8-10 fans all decided to crowd surf all at once and they were all coming towards us and we pretty much got squashed. One girl almost fell head first into the concrete! Thank goodness we saved her! Seriously! Be safe when trying to crowd surf people! (Ok, ‘safe’ and ‘crowd surfing’ do not go together, I know. But still, be careful!)

After their set was done, I was escorted by Nicole (TM) to see Simple Plan side stage!!!! I repeat: SIMPLE PLAN...SIDE STAGE!!! It was an amazing experience. The crowd was fantastic and honestly, seeing everything from the opposite side, meaning from the stage as opposed to the crowd, was life changing for me. It really inspired me to maybe get myself onto a stage performing in front of crazy awesome fans one day! But oh my, were the fans crazy for Simple Plan! The band had huge water guns and were giving water to the fans and they were so loud and active and amazing! I got to see what really happens behind the scenes during a show. It is A LOT of hard work, guys! These shows don’t just have a magic button that you press to make it all happen. These crew members bust their asses for every single show and I don’t think we give them nearly enough credit! So shoutout to all of you wonderful crew members working Warped or working at all for any band! Keep it up!

NOW. It is 3:45 and I’m at Doll Skin’s tent backstage helping them prepare for their set! Now I just want to start this part off by saying that all of the members of this band are the nicest human beings I have ever met! So, I see Alex first, and she gave me a hug and was saying that their photographer, who is also named Kelly and also who I met earlier in the day, kept talking about me and how they were all so excited to finally meet me. I gave Alex her gifts, which were a Harley Quinn plush and Avenged Sevenfold All Excess DVD. Her jaw dropped and she gently put them down and gave me the biggest hug in the world, thanking me and saying I’m such a sweetheart for the gifts and that she is going to be watching that dvd for the rest of the tour and I just thought it was so cool that she loved them so much! Sydney shows up next and I hugged her and gave her the Doll Skin Photo Book I made and HER jaw dropped! She’s going, “Guys did you see this?!” and everyone is saying how awesome it was. I included a letter for them in the book which Sydney promised me they would read together. Nicole (DS) shows up next and it was so funny because Alex goes, “Woah! ...Omg from far away she looked naked!” And I started laughing. So I give Nicole (DS) her gifts, which were a pink wrist pouch, a MCR bracelet with Helena lyrics on it, and a bear keychain that was pink. She put the bracelet and keychain on instantly and thanked me and gave me a hug. I went to take a photo with Alex and Nicole (DS) and Nicole says, “OH WOW I DO LOOK NAKED! ...Oh well” Haha. Amazing. There was even a point when Kait asked me if I could bring her a water and Sydney ended up walking over to the gate and talking to her for a bit! Sydney is so amazing! I told her how much Kait loves her and she immediately wanted to meet her and they took goofy selfies together. It was amazing. Doll Skin really does love and care about their fans!

Their set was starting in a few minutes and basically what I learned was that the girls are pretty much their own roadies. We just helped them bring Meghan’s drums up to the stage and the girls took care of everything else. They are very independent and want to have control over how they set up their stage and I respect the hell out of that! We also put water on the stage for them in case they needed it. So, the set begins and I’m side stage of course. It’s like they have this internal switch, from normal people to ROCKSTARS and they definitely just flipped the switch to star! WOW! As soon as I heard Alex’s guitar and Sydney’s “WHAT’S UP, WARPED TOUR?!” I had so many emotions running through my head. These girls, these normal, average everyday but yet so amazing girls, are also in a band playing at Warped Tour. So, I have been wanting to get involved with music for the longest time. Whether it be doing photography for a band, being a roadie, a tour manager, or actually in the band myself, I’ve always wanted to be involved somehow. BUT, my little to no self-esteem, no confidence and anxiety have always been holding me back. But watching them perform like that just inspired me in so many ways. I don’t think I have ever actually felt THAT inspired before. They kicked ass and had a blast! I found myself in tears a few times during their set. I was so overjoyed! Here I am, just a random girl from Jersey, at the final Warped Tour show in Camden, working for Doll Skin and seeing all of these amazing bands up close and experiencing backstage life. It’s incredible!

Doll Skin’s Set List: Family of Strangers, Daughter, Shut Up (You Miss Me), Lets Be Honest, Uninvited, Persephone and Puncha Nazi. (They also said they were going to play Africa by Toto, then proceeded to play the first 10 seconds, stop and say, ‘That’s all we’ve learned!’ which was hilarious! I could tell they were having fun up there!)

When Puncha Nazi started, Nicole (TM) and I ran off stage to get their cases opened and everything ready to be put away and back on to the tour bus. They ended with Sydney grabbing the large Doll Skin flag and saying, “If you guys wanna hang out with us at our merch tent follow me!” And she took the fans, while Alex, Max, Nicole (both), Meghan and I were putting all of the guitars, bass guitars and drums back on to the truck. I can’t imagine doing that on a daily basis, but I would love to! It is A LOT more work than everyone makes it out to be, but it felt so rewarding to hear all of the ‘thank you’ comments from the entire band and we were just cracking jokes while putting things away. We had to be quick too and according to Nicole (DS) I was very quick and very helpful! It was adorable because there was one thing that was WAY too heavy for Meghan to put onto the truck so I did it for her. Nicole (DS) gave me her water and her chips which was great because I was starving.

Ok, so on to the meet and greet and dinner. I waited until the girls were done meeting everyone. They were having so much fun meeting their fans! Then Kait and I hung with them a bit and took some more photos together. Then, I went to catering with Nicole (TM) and Meghan. WOW! I was literally surrounded by the majority of the bands! The singers from Mayday Parade and We The Kings walked past me a few times and I was thinking to myself, “Keep calm! You cannot fangirl in front of them! Stay cool!” It was very difficult. But overall the food was great and I was able to chill and eat dinner with the band again. Then Cameron and Sydney came with me to see 3OH!3 side stage. Again, amazing! I cannot put into words what an amazing day it was. After that, I talked to Sydney for a bit at the RV, she gave me a written set list, I thanked her, she thanked me, I saw Motionless in White with Kait and then we went home.

So, I knew this was going to be a long post but DAMN! Haha, I HAD to share my experience! It was definitely, seemingly like a once in a lifetime opportunity and I just feel so blessed to have learned SO much in just one day about tour life backstage! This definitely inspired me to work harder with my music and hopefully I’ll be performing one day too! HUGE thank you to Doll Skin, Nicole, Cameron, Simple Plan, everyone I encountered at this show! I could not have asked for a better Warped Tour experience and I hope to see Doll Skin again very soon! Thank you to GBTRS for even putting this contest together. Women can do anything!!! Always remember that!

And with that, LATER EVERYONE! :D

-KellyKatt

#dollskin #warped tour #doll skin #roadie #tour #music #bands #warped 2018

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Sick from the melt

Chris Motionless x Reader

Vans Warped Tour, can easily be the best experience of your life or the worst experience of your life. Today was one of those days where I didn’t want to get out of my bunk having felt nauseous for the best part of the bus ride to the next city on our stop. I could hear everyone moving about the bus I almost wanted to yell for them to shut the fuck up my head pounding from the splitting headache that was starting but I knew they couldn’t help it they were excited who wouldn’t be it’s their final warped tour, I am a merch girl for Motionless in White, having grown up with Ghost so I had close ties with everyone they’d become my family since I had nobody and if it wasn’t for them winning the Ernie Ball Battle of Bands they’d never would have become famous and I wouldn’t have had a family. I crawled out of my bunk stretching out slowly rubbing my head groaning softly looking around the bus looking down the corridor I could see Chris and Ricky it seemed to be that we were the only three on the bus so I shrugged trudging towards the shower brushing my messy (h/c) back and grabbing some shorts and my living dead crop top pushing the door open to the shower closing it behind me and locking it grabbing a quick shower. I ended up up chucking into the shower

“Fucking shit..”

I looked around pulling the showered head down and began washing it down the drain stepping out and pouring some bleach down for good measure slipping on my clothes and throwing my hair up into a messy bun grabbing my sunglasses and toms walking to the front of the bus Ricky and Chris turning and smiling at me well mostly Chris and god damn that smile was cute of his

“Good morning there sunshine” Chris smiled at me

“Good morning there moonlight” I smirked winking at him a slight blush running up his cheeks

“ Ready to get this show on the road love birds” Ricky murmured smirking

Chris and I looked away from one another having known about the slight tension between us or flirting but never acted on it either but I guess it’s because I’m more of a sister I don’t know I’ve never thought to ask him. I walked down the stairs of the bus heading towards my merch booth setting everything up for the fans smiling with everything done but a sudden feel of my head spinning had me grabbing the table closing my eyes tightly reaching around for my water I chugged a shit ton groaning

“Fucks sake (y/n) get ahold of yourself” I mumbled

5 hours later and about 200 sales or more the heat was beating down on me pretty bad even though I was under a tent and had a fan blowing on me continuously the guys were just doing a signing I smiled watching them but my vision soon became clouded with black dots my eyes focusing and refocusing on Chris from afar I couldn’t move I felt stuck in one place then my head started to spin and then soon everything went dark.

-2 hours later-

“Fucking shit.. “

I woke up to a pitch dark room and tried to move but fell back into the bed groaning a little

“ sounds like (y/n) is awake maybe go check on him/her”

Soon enough the door opened and Chris walked in with some water and food closing the door behind him sitting it down on the table beside him

“How are you feeling (y/n) ?”

“Little confuses on why I’m in your bed and how I ended up here “ I laughed looking at him

“ you passed out from heat exhaustion and lack of food love you need to take better care of yourself I know it’s difficult with how busy our schedule are but if something was to happen to you I don’t know what I’d do..”

“You’d go on being a rockstar and selling albums “

“ I can’t do that without my inspiration to keep going” he looked at me with narrowed eyes

“I’m not that inspiring .. I’m just a normal girl/boy from a small town in Scranton, Pennsylvania “

“No your not just a small town girl.. your our merch girl our friend our family member .. your the girl I want a future with.”

“Wait what?” I looked at him biting my lip watching him

“I want a future with you starting of slow maybe dates or something .. if you’d want to that is?”

“Yes I do..” smiling softly

Chris gently kissed my forehead and hugged me gently

“First we need to get you unsick from the melt” he chuckled

“So cheesy yet so cute” I smiled started to munch on the sandwich he brought me

#chris motionless #motionless in white #band imagines #one shots #ricky horror #ghost sola #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #band one shots #like it #share #message me #if you want one

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Vans Warped Tour 2018: My Amazing First & Unfortunate Last

When I discovered my love for the emo subculture during the summer after 7th grade, I began expanding and refining my taste in both fashion and music. Spending countless hours on Tumblr - discovering new artists and designers - I eventually came across the epitome of emo/punk celebrations: Vans Warped Tour. As a nationally-touring, all-day rock & roll/punk/metal festival, Warped Tour became the unofficial holiday for all those who identified as “alternative,” almost like a family reunion. Each date of Warped Tour across the United States was a unique opportunity for all the surrounding scene queens, metalheads, and pop punk kids to come together, an event that truly seems like the only one of its kind. Here, dozens of bands/artists come together, perform sets on various stages scattered around the arena, sell their merchandise at (sometimes discounted) prices, and host meet & greets/signings for their fans to attend. Additionally, in the midst of all the music, alternative clothing brands, charity organizations, and local food trucks offer all kinds of products, some you buy and others you can win! Warped Tour is an opportunity for devoted fans to see many of their favorite artists take the stage, as well as discover new ones.

Ever since I discovered Warped Tour, I’ve wanted to attend; every summer, they make a stop in my state, in a city that is barely 20 minutes from my house, yet I’ve never been able to go because the festival always seemed to fall on my mother’s birthday or a vacation outside of the country. Finally, as I’ve graduated high school, Vans announces that 2018 will be the final year for a cross-country Warped Tour. Seeing the heightened stakes, I knew that this was the year I had to go, no matter what; fortunately enough, my local date fell three days after my mom’s birthday, and with a couple of friends, we bought a 4-ticket pack and planned our attendance!

Although it has become less prevalent in my day-to-day demeanor and appearance, my love for alternative music and edgier style hasn’t faltered. Sure, I’ve given away many of my Hot Topic graphic tees and lessened the black makeup, but if anything, I’m listening to post-hardcore, newcore, hard rock, and pop punk even more. Warped Tour encouraged me to step outside of my usual and to finally listen to iconic groups that I’ve neglected to give a chance in the past. Their names were very familiar in my head, but when it came to their actual music, I was clueless.

Two weeks before my mid-July date, I decided to create a collaborative Spotify playlist, where my friends and I (mostly me haha) added our favorite bops from artists that we knew we HAD to try and see. Through personal exploration, I finally listened to Tonight Alive’s latest album, Underworld, and absolutely fell in love. I wish I had given them a chance earlier! Although I didn’t end up sticking around until their set, I know now that I have a new band to keep up with and to hopefully get to see live in the future.

In addition to ‘studying’ for Warped, I spent a couple of weeks coming up with the ultimate outfit. Because I don’t get decked out in checkered patterns, fishnets, and band tees on a regular basis, I wanted to go all out for this festival, even more so because I’d be surrounded by people who were going to do the exact same!

When we finally arrived, July 15th, 2018, at Xfinity Theatre, I felt almost euphoric. I don’t think my friends or I could describe to you how smiley I was. Because of crazy traffic, we walked a little over half a mile to the actual entrance. As much as I’m super proud of being an emo, I didn’t hold back from laughing with my friends at how stereotypical or cringey some of our fellow concertgoers were - I mean, come on, alternative kids are usually outcasts for a reason and I’m not going to deny that we’re usually freaks LOL, I know I am! It was so so so hot outside, but there were many opportunities to affordably stay hydrated, since Vans Warped Tour hosted a large, FREE hydration station right by the Journey Stage and the entrance. At most concerts, any beverages - alcoholic or not - are never complimentary, and so I think this anomaly only shows the care and consideration the creators of Warped Tour have for its fans and attendees.

I felt so in my element. For years, I had only ever had a handful of friends who only moderately shared an interest in this subculture, but it was never to the same extent as I did. Being at Warped Tour finally gave me a chance to feel free, an opportunity for me to not have to tone down or hide this actual part of my identity. Looking back, I’m happy with how it went. We ended up splitting up in pairs for parts of the day, but I was able to watch or listen as I walked around to the sets of almost a dozen bands: Doll Skin, Issues, Real Friends, Unearth, Wage War, The Amity Affliction, The Story Untold, Northlane, Ice Nine Kills, Crown the Empire. Although I didn’t watch all of them fully, and there were various others I had wanted to see, it was so much fun to get a taste of different styles of music, ranging from pop-punk to metalcore, and to also see the vibes of the crowds. Never in my life, have I seen so much dust in the air from crowd-surfing, headbanging, and mosh-pitting. It was amazing, and with concerts already being such a euphoric and almost spiritual experience for me, I loved it even more.

Out of all four of us, I’m definitely the one in the group who is more extroverted, aggressive, eccentric, and just overall “out there.” I almost ran away from the group at times, as I would walk ahead of the group, looking around, and was the only one who seemed to be able to beeline through the crowds.

Rather than spending ridiculous amounts on junk food, I was able to bring in half a dozen, packaged mini cucumbers, and surprisingly didn’t get them confiscated. Although it was a strange snack to bring, it worked out pretty well as an addition hydration boost!

Instead of droning on about the minute-to-minute occurrences of the day, I’ll summarize some highlights.

One of the funnier moments of the day was unexpectedly walking by a faculty member from high school, decked out in all black with his swoopy, punk-styled ginger hair. I had no idea he was into this kind of scene, but seconds after we walked by, a set ended and he quickly left. While I don’t know if he walked away because he saw that we had seen him, it was such a surprise that the one familiar person we’d see that day, wasn’t a student but someone who had worked in the IT department at our high school.

Another moment was when I was buying an Official Vans Warped Tour T-Shirt, and a girl came up to me, in order to compliment me on my outfit. To be honest, she wasn’t the only one to praise me for my checkered overalls, blue barlot crop top, fishnets, and dark gray Doc Martens. I even received a free sticker from a vendor for my overalls! I felt so warm inside, seeing others appreciate these stylistic choices that I had very much been excited about displaying! What stood out to me about this moment with this girl, in particular, was that she had actually tried complimenting me from her car, as my friends and I were walking to the venue, but I hadn’t heard her! The fact she came across me and went up to me, just to tell me, was so sweet <3

To continue on this train of highlights, although I had went into Warped Tour, not planning on getting anything signed or waiting in line for a meet & greet, I ended up meeting The Story Untold and getting all of their signatures on my phone case! Before Warped Tour, I had definitely seen their name around the internet, knowing they were a pop-punk band. Nonetheless, I had never listened to them before and didn’t get a chance to before the festival. When we were walking around the different stands, partly to see what’s there, partly to kill time until Ice Nine Kills was set to take the stage at 4:00pm, we decided to take refuge by the Fueled by Ramen stand and reapply sunscreen in the shade of the tent. While standing there, we had overheard a really good set by this pop-punk band that turned out to be The Story Untold. Hearing how good they had sounded, we decided to get closer and become more a part of the crowd. After jamming out to their songs, “History” and “Delete,” they had announced that they were going to their nearby stand for a meet & greet shortly after. Seeing as we had loved their set and weren’t planning on going elsewhere for the next hour, we quickly ran to their stand and managed to be within a dozen people from the very front of the line. When watching their set, their lead singer vaguely reminded me of All Time Low’s Alex Gaskarth, in both appearance and sound. In between songs, he mentioned something about the group being French-Canadian, with the drummer, Johnathan Landry, having horrible English, as a part of a bit that continued on. While waiting in line, I kept thinking about why these two thoughts felt familiar, until I realized that the lead singer was Janick Thibault. Back in 2016, I remember watching a few of his All Time Low/Green Day covers on Youtube, at a time when I don’t think he was in the band. The world truly works in mysterious ways. I hadn’t thought about him since, and so it was crazy that we happened to be chilling by the Owly.fm stage, right when they were in the middle of their performance.

Aside from The Story Untold, my favorite set was by Ice Nine Kills, a band that was in my Top Three to see for the day. Besides being basically in love with Spencer Charnas, I absolutely loved their performance. In addition to sounding great, they really took their theatrical sound to the next level by having everyone in the band dress up as iconic and classic horror movie serial killers, such as Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th) and Freddie Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street). Having probably something to do with their two latest singles, “The American Nightmare” and “Thank God It’s Friday,” it was really fun to watch, and their music completely encouraged an awesome moshpit (that I watched from afar) and a ton of head-banging.

The one downside of the day was having to leave 3 hours or so earlier than I had planned. Of course, it was mildly expected, but that’s part of going in a group, you make compromises, and with some friends not feeling well periodically throughout the day, it was my turn to sacrifice, especially since out of everyone, I was able to see the most artists on my list. Although it was advertised as the last cross-country tour, I know my friends and I - as well as many others - hope that that simply means that Vans Warped Tour might be a regional event, with separate tours on the East and West Coast. Warped Tour was a true moment of liberation for me and I will forever remember July 18th, 2018 as a peak of not only my 2018 summer, but my 2018 year as well.

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