• • slowdance with a stranger ,, [CMP]

[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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This whole tour, in all honesty, had been nerve wracking. It had been a couple of weeks on the road and by now, Cadence had expected to have a whole group of friends to hang out with. She was by nature very friendly, though she was shy. SHe was a sweetheart, too; it usually drew people to her. But this wasn’t her element. Sometimes, she hung out with Aaron, but he was mostly the only one who talked to her much. He was busy most of the time, anyway, and she felt bad intruding. After all, he was the lead singer, she was the merch girl. He had better band things to be doing than babysitting her. Still, she knew that maybe she was partially to blame for the lack of social activity. SHe found more and more that she was consumed by thoughts of home, of her father: she worried about it constantly, being away and everything. Not to mention she found this entire cast of people incredibly intimidating.

So tonight, she had granted herself an evening to just let loose, have fun. Now, that had to be construed fairly loosely; Cadence drank, but not much. She did not even get tipsy off of the alcohol she drank, ninety five percent of the time. She did it more for taste and so that people wouldn’t bug her about not drinking. She wasn’t one to submit to peer pressure but she had nothing against alcohol; she just wasn’t a huge fan of the whole prospect of blacking out and doing something she’d regret. Still, a bunch of the tour people were hitting the city they were laid over in for a night on the town, and Cadence decided to go along for the ride. She tagged along with Aaron to get there, but that was about the extent of her company for the evening.

Translation: the beats were pumping, drinks sliding down the bar, and here sat Cadence, alone, at the very end of the bar, sipping a screwdriver, watching everyone else dance and have a good time. She could see a few couples dancing, which was the most annoying to watch. Not in the sense that they were being obnoxious, but in the sense that Cadence was not only alone on tour, she was single. She had nobody to call at night, or text message, or iChat with, when everyone else was spending time with their significant others, or at least calling them on the phone. Of course, that was fine, to some extent: she didn’t have the energy for a relationship right now, she didn’t think. After all, she was bound to get “way too caught up in family stuff to take care of a guy,” right? That was what her ex-boyfriend, Jeremy, had said, when she’d called him and gone to his house, sobbing, the day that her father was diagnosed with ALS. Her father was dying of a disease that had no cure or treatment, and he had the nerve to say that she might have to be a little selfish and get her shit done at home in the next few months. She had to admit that in some ways, he was probably right. But Cadence knew it was for the better; what would she have wanted, sticking around with some guy who couldn’t put his own pride up for a moment and support his girlfriend when she was going through what would no doubt be one of the most trying things of her life? It was no wonder that Cadence had avoided the male population rather successfully since that.

There were also a few groups of girls dancing, a girl or two dancing with guys you could tell were just friends, a few guys skirting the outside of the dance floor. There were a few trios of band guys sitting at booths across the room, but here she sat, utterly alone, watching everyone else have fun or otherwise staring into her drink, which she was stirring restlessly. In all honesty, she wanted to go back to the busses and just go to sleep. But Aaron’s van had been her ride, and they didn’t look anywhere near ready to leave. After all, the night was long, and they were only -- what, four shots deep? She was stuck here a while. She hated feeling lonely; she felt homesick, and apparently the whole idea of getting out wasn’t working for her. Of course it wouldn’t if she didn’t even have someone to talk to. She sighed softly; what a waste of makeup and a cute outfit.

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
i'm just a cross hair - i'm just a shot away from you.
& if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, alive.
i'm just a cross hair, i'm just a shot, & then we can die.

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DON'T MOVE, THIS COULD DIE.

this entire tour had been a blast for christopher. sure, maybe it was a bit far fetched for him still, but it was what he was expecting. it was a change of pace, most definitely, seeing as at home, he was constantly haunted by the would-be eighteen year old brother of his. yes, his brother was shot dead way back in the day, but at home that was all he could think about. that was his best friend, really. and so being on tour? yeah, that was an accomplishment enough for chris. it just goes to show that if he really set his mind on something, he could stop feeling bad about "letting" his brother die and actually do something productive with his life. that was what temper was all about for chris. it was a relief for him to finally have a healthy way of expressing himself, rather than just beating the shit out of something, or sometimes, someone. that was the whole point of the band name: temper. he recruited his best friends, one of which being emmy chiodos, and that was enough of a head start on things as was. he had instantly written a CD and a half full of lyrics and music. of course things were bound to be changed, rewritten, but somehow they managed to do all that, too. they recorded their EP, played little gigs in clubs, but that was all. they never thought they would be discovered by spellbound records. SPELLBOUND RECORDS. but they were, and here they are. his parents went along with it, without any regard, because they knew how healthy this was for him. they knew what temper meant to him, and what it entailed him to do. he took all his anger, all his rage, and forged it into beautiful, harmonious music. he accessed his inner self, made himself open to the world, and if all he got out of it was just this one summer, he would not have cared. he would not trade this for the world. this was what his calling was. no, he did not retaliate, and kill the guy who killed his brother. he turned him in to the cops instead. but he could have gone on a killing spree, right then. he chose a better path for himself. but now he makes a point of telling everyone his story, making sure everyone knows that gun violence is real, that the news is not just blowing it out of proportion, and that it happens to just about anyone, regardless of who they are. big time rock star or small town country girl. it could have happened to anyone. but it happened to him, and he took the necessary precautions. he was not trying to let that all fall heavy on his shoulders. besides, mostly everyone knew about his brother's death, and he was just trying to lay off telling everyone, and enjoy himself. he wanted to make this tour worthwhile, not a pity party. so he opted for being, well, more optimistic. he gave life a new spin and tried new things. not all the best things, but new things. he drank. he smoked. and probably, by the end of all of this, he'd be doing drugs, too. but this was all experimentation. after finishing off another cigarette, he tossed it to the asphalt and stomped it out, walking onto his tour bus. he jumped in the shower, cleaned up, and got nicely dressed in a white dress shirt, white suit jacket, and a skinny black tie. his legs were adorned in faded black skinny jeans, worn out black and white Converse on his feet. he felt his hair a bit; it was damp. but he went against his better judgement and dried it, straightening it, too. he did not know where he was going, did not know what was in store for him tonight. but once the sun is down in the tour bus parking lot, the party's on. nothing too great tonight; some of the other band members were really just chilling it out tonight, for their own reasons. time to hit up the town. he knew that others were going to some club, and what was the harm in him going, too? he flagged down a taxi cab, and he listed off the address and name of the club. he was there in a flash, it seemed, and he paid the cab driver with a hefty tip, before he got out of the taxi. he straightened out his jacket, and not having to wait too long - after all, SBR members got easy and quick access - he was in the club. beat bumping, girls dancing, and best of all, any drink from the bar that he could entitle himself to having. spotting an empty chair, he quickly plopped himself down into it, not paying any mind to the guy on his one side, but giving the brunette on his other side all the attention he could muster, of course without her noticing. so call him a jerk because he was staring, but christopher was really anything but a jerk. he was a sweet guy; he had to be. he was in this for his deceased brother after all, wasn't he? but he could not help but notice her gorgeous eyes. "what a gorgeous shade of brown," he mused to himself, obviously in his mind as he was finally noted by the bartender. he laid out his drink order, a "red bull and vodka," and though that was illegal, basically, many clubs did it anyways. he could tell by the sly look on that blonde's face that this club was just one of those. so what, he was just doing it once, and energy drinks and vodka weren't so bad for you. so on the back of the red bull can it says "do not mix with alcohol" in big bold letters, but who read labels these days? anyways, the drink was quickly brought back to him and he gulped it down furiously, though managing not to make himself look cocky, or even like an alcoholic. because once again, he was anything but. it was then he noticed the girl did not look like she was having all the fun in the world, watching everyone in the place, the majority of which were from the spellbound records label at that, and he could not help but place a grin on his face. "having fun?" he asked her, obviously sarcastically as he laughed anyways, pushing his deep brown locks out of his eyes. oh jaysus!

[ooc] I FINALLY POSTED OMGGG. [ooc]

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[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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Cadence obviously wasn't on the music writing side of things. She couldn't even play an instrument, to be totally honest. She did like to write, though. A lot. She always had; she'd always been into English more than any other subject, adored books and pretty much any literature she could get her paws on. Really, though, more recently, in the last several months, it had become her escape. Toward the last semester of highschool, she'd really gotten into writing. She journaled constantly; almost obsessively. She loved to write in a notebook or on a blog, whatever she could do. And then, when her father's diagnosis came down, it was the only way she could get everything out. Her mother was a wreck with the news; what wife wouldn't be? Her younger brother Jayce had basically shut himself off from the family, preferring to pretend like their family wasn't completely falling apart. And Cadence was stuck somewhere inthe middle, trying to be her mother's backbone, her brother's listening ear, and basically everything else she could be to keep together so desperately what had always been the picture perfect all-American family.

That was why she was here, anyway. Things were getting bad at home -- worse by the day, surely -- but this was her last chance to do something big before things got really terrible at home. This was her chance to get out on the road for a few months, see the country like she'd been promised she'd get to do. She was already forfitting scholarships to stay closer to home come the fall. She knew that her family was going to need her more than ever, and she wanted to be there. She'd always been a daddy's girl and though the last thing she wanted to do was watch him become less and less in control of his body and his life, she was not given a choice. The disease took prisoners, victims, and that was it. There was no way to treat it, to make it more bearable. There was no way to cure it. There was nothing but the inevitability of the deterioration of the body, fast but at the same time painfully slow. It was so much to wrap her head around, and so she'd though that this couldn't go too horribly. Aaron had really pushed it and being one of her best friends, it had started to crack her. With her mother's insistence soon followed by her father's, she couldn't really say no. And so here she was, having.. well, supposedly the time of her life.

Cadence wanted to go home. But since that was a little unrealistic, she wanted to go back to the bus. She could imagined her soft comforter pulled up around her neck, snuggling into her pillow that smelled like her own perfume and just drifting off to sleep, the one place she wasn't constantly worried and stressed out. Of course there were nights that she had nightmares; completely terrible dreams that were so realistic she would wake up with her heart pounding, confused as to why she was in a bus instead of in her bed at home. It wasn't an easy thing to deal with but she didn't say a word. Nobody knew, at SBR. She planned to keep it that way. She didn't throw the informaton around at all and actually, by meeting her, you wouldn't guess there was anything less than golden in the girl's life. She was very happy, most of the time, very optomistic and sweet, not bitter. Of course, these days she did have a bit of a short fuse -- sometimes trivial things got on her nerves, but it was more just from extrememe amounts of stress than anything else. You figured out pretty fast that wasn't a typical Cadence characteristic and there was something more goin gon. But she wasn't looking for a pity party, so she kept pretty quiet.

She knew that somebody had slid into the seat beside her but she was kind of zoned out. She was just watching over the bar, and figuring whoever was now occpuying the seat beside her was with the group that was a chair or so down, or just someone who wanted to pound a drink and get out of there. But then, she heard a voice speaking -- to her? She blinked, her eyes shifting to focus on the guy beside her, who she definietely recognized. His name was Christopher Pike. He was the lead singer of Temper. He was blindingly gorgeous. These were all thigns Cadence knew without sitting right next to him. Seemed kind of creepy but he was the frontman of a popular band; it wasn't hard to figure out. She kind of just stared at him for a moment before opening her mouth to reply, stunned that this.. lead singer of a band -- a really good band -- had just acknowledged she existed, whether out of kindness or being a jackass, she wasn't quite sure. "Time of my life, can't you tell?" she replied, skeptical though hiding it as best she could, subconciously shaking her glass a little, the icecubes clinking against the glass. He would probably be a little surprised to hear that she had an accent; a southern kind of drawl, from her childhood in Tennessee. It was pretty cute, if you were in the right mind frame, but more often than not, she got heat from it -- which she dreaded.

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
i'm just a cross hair - i'm just a shot away from you.
& if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, alive.
i'm just a cross hair, i'm just a shot, & then we can die.

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he chuckled, literally, when she said "can't you tell

[/color]?" chris was kind of easily amused. he always had been. actually, he always used to be, up until his brother died. because then there weren't many other people he could find to amuse him as easily as his brother did. he could just make a random noise and chris would crack up. it was undeniable as to how close they were. chris and his brother were the best of friends, and then he was gone. and the worst thing about it all was how he had no other way to escape it, to ease his pain. this was all he had, and this was what he had stuck to. so just as cadence was, so was chris. he was using music, this tour, to escape everything from home. this was their escape. but enough about all of that, because that was everything christopher was here to escape from. he didn't even want to think about any of it. he wanted it all to just completely wither away. he never wanted to deal with the harsh reality that his brother was gone. there were mornings he would wake up and he would have not known the difference, but then he'd walk past his room, and that was it, he was bummed out. but on this tour... this was where he wanted to be to get all of that off his mind. and maybe cadence was going to be the one to help him out with that tonight, and maybe she wouldn't. but there was no harm in trying. so after he chuckled, he grinned softly at the flawlessly gorgeous girl who was sitting next to him, and he shrugged a little bit. "i'm not much of one to read facial expressions, to be honest with you[/b]," he admitted graciously with a swig of his red bull and vodka. her accent obviously didn't seem to phase him; he just carried on as he normally would. he was not much of one to take notice to such tiny details, but hey, you couldn't blame him. he was just a guy with other things on his mind. cute was definitely what he would have thought, had he noted it earlier. but just to be kind, he set down his drink on the bar top, and extended out his hand towards her warmly. "chris... christopher mason pike. lead vocalist of temper," he introduced. so whether or not she was from the tour, he expected her to be at least a little shocked. after all, he was a rock star. and he was talking to her. it probably wouldn't seem to phase her at all if she was on the tour, but then again, it just might depending on her position on the enchantment tour. hey, it was worth a kick.[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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cadence, try as she might, was apparently having a hard time forgetting home. she wasn't constantly surrounded by everything that was coming with her father's illness but at the same time, that seemed to make it about ten times worse. she couldn't see for herself that everything was okay, that everything was going as she was being told it was. she got little emails from her mom, talked to her almost every day, and talked to her dad whenever she could. she even sent her brother postcards from cities she thought he would have liked, though the only way she almost ever heard from him was when she bombarded him with facebook messages or something. and even then, his answers were usually short. that was one thing that was really eating at her. she wanted so badly to have that bond with her brother that he would not give in to.

she was still highly skeptical as he continued to talk to her. not only was he basically gorgeous but of course she knew who he was. you'd have to live under a rock to not recognize that face, even his speaking voice. it was smoother than she'd imagined it would be but she couldn't focus on it too much. why was he talking to her? this was probably a joke. she would not be surprised. "cadence hathaway," she replied, placing her tiny hand in his -- she was only five foot two. "merch for famously shameless," she half muttered, ashamed to admit, for probably the first time, her place in the tour. it wasn't that she didn't like what she was doing but more that she hadn't really had to reveal her identity that specifically all tour.. nobody had really asked. the look in her eye as she let his hand go conveyed that the introduction was unnecessary on his part; she knew who he was and was studying him dubiously as a result. apparantly she had no clue why exactly he'd chosen to acknowledge her existence, let alone introduce himself.

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
i'm just a cross hair - i'm just a shot away from you.
& if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, alive.
i'm just a cross hair, i'm just a shot, & then we can die.

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christopher was just a friendly person. he always tried to be, anyhow. he had a lot of confidence and never minded taking up someone on their loneliness, as in he never minded getting up to say hi to someone who was sitting by themselves, looking completely bored. which is why he currently sat where he did, next to cadence. she just happened to be that girl, the one that looked so bored she could shoot someone. plus, it didn't help that she was ridiculously cute. he had a thing for cute girls, it was that true. well, what guy didn't? though most did look out for that super sexy gal at the clubs, he was more interested in the conservatively dressed girl with the limited make up and the nice smile. that just happened to be cadence, too. so she was really in luck, and she shouldn't be questioning it either. really, if he was sitting with her there should be no questions asked, she should take it for what it was at face value, here. he was talking to her because he wanted to, not because someone dared him too. he shook her hand with a pleasant smile as she introduced herself. "lovely name. cadence... not common," he commented, that same smile on his face as he released her hand from his. she was tiny, and he wasn't complaining. he was virtually huge. like really tall. at least compared to her he was. he had eight inches on her, which was enough to make him feel super tall, and her feel super short. he guessed it was working, anyways. "really? that's great. you know, all us musicians really appreciate the merch sellers. i mean, you guys are selling us, it makes us proud

[/color]," he told her with his half grin. well if she was ashamed before, she wouldn't be now. hearing that would make any merch girl squeal with delight. it was after all a pretty sweet thing to say to just a merch girl. but she wasn't just a merch girl. like chris said, she was selling famously shameless. she was giving the fans the band goods. she had a huge part in the tour business, if she recognized that or not.

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[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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cadence had never been someone to be lacking confidence but that had become more questionable over the course of the tour. usually she did a pretty good job of holding her own; she was always a bit on the defense as it was, mostly because she was so damn small, and she had that southern accent which she actually quite liked but everyone else seemed to find as a perfect characteristic to poke fun at. it came naturally, the slight self defense. what was not natural was that she was so taken aback by his presence. she knew as well as the next person that just because he was some gorgeous lead singer of a popular band did not make him any better than she was. she had to keep that in mind constantly, being on tour all summer. but still, something about this was catching her off guard. something about this made her very skeptical. of course she was gorgeous; she was smart, too, very caring, sweet, compassionate, fun. but she'd lost sight of herself the last few weeks and it was making this encounter just seem bizarre to her. "Thank you," she replied, letting her smile spread a little wider. That was probably one of the nicer things anyone had said to her recently. Sad times for Cadence, that was for sure. she shrugged a little at what he said, not being able to fight the natural smile off her face. "It's been..interesting. Not what I had planned for my summer, exactly, but.. hey, you know. Always expect the unexpected, I guess, right?" Cadence knew that better than anyone, with her father's sudden diagnosis. Not to mention it related quite well to his current situation beside her, carrying on conversation. "I did it mostly as a favor. I've known Aaron a long time..they needed someone to come on tour with them. And here I sit." she explained, gesturing to her current seat. And did she look thrilled, or what?

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
i'm just a cross hair - i'm just a shot away from you.
& if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, alive.
i'm just a cross hair, i'm just a shot, & then we can die.

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"oh, no problem. i mean, look at my name: christopher. like every other boy in this country has that name. it's a really common name, along with like, michael and matthew. but cadence, it's so beautiful - and fitting, for you i must say

[/color]." so was christopher indirectly telling the girl she was pretty? well, yeah, since he went out of his way to say cadence was a beautiful name, and then said it was fitting for her. he was such a sweet talker, even if he didn't mean for it to be that way. really, he didn't want to be a sweet talker. he just wanted to be nice, since he really was just a nice guy. that's all he was, and all he ever was, at that. so sweet talking wasn't his thing, but it really did just come naturally, it seemed.

chris smiled as she explained this was totally unexpected for her. actually, a year ago, he never saw himself being signed with spellbound records. it was totally unexpected. they just sent in a demo, and he was not even expecting them to take a listen, but when he got that phone call, his whole life changed. it was so mind blowing that he said yes, right away, and couldn't even ask his band mates permission first. but this was his shot, and their shot too, if they were willing to have it happen. then they toured shortly in the winter, and wound up here, a summer later, and on the enchantment tour. it was great, and he loved it. he was so into the scene it was nuts; he knew just about every band on the label, too. "it's been a year with this label and i'm still not used to expecting the unexpected, i guess[/color]," he said with a light laugh, smiling at cadence a little bit. she had a gorgeous smile, herself, and it just made him gush with a huge smile of his own.

he kept smiling, too, as she explained she did it as a favour to aaron. aaron was a great guy, chris knew that. it was nice to hear that they were such good friends, too. that guy had so many friends; he was nice to just about everyone, after all. "aw, well that's nice. that guy's awesome... probably the nicest person on this entire label, really[/color]," chris commented, though cadence herself probably knew that already, seeing as she was his friend, after all.[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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she smiled at him, a genuine curve of her lips, allowing him a glimpse of her pearly white teeth. he was sweet, really, to say that. "thank you," she said again quietly, ever the humble one. she'd always been taught manners, and to be very humble; that was something that hadn't changed since she'd been on tour, and part of the reasons he was sure she didn't have more friends. usually, cadence didn't have a huge problem meeting people, but she'd yet to find anyone to identify with because..well, these just wern't really her people. he was right, she thought, when he said aaron was one of the nicest guys on the label; she would admit that, agree with it, and it bummed her out she didn't get to hang with him much. but she knew she had to make do with what she had, even if at this point, she was severely lacking in the social department. like she'd said, she hadn't really intended on being a merch girl on this tour. she knew all the names but she had never been someone that was overly interested in lifestyles of the rich and the famous. she knew they were all just people, too, and she figured that was another reason she didn't get on with everyone completely perfectly. because they knew that she knew they were only human; a lot of them didn't like that. they all had attitudes, as far as she was concerned. she was struggling with the entire scene, but this wasn't so bad..that was for sure. "he is," she agreed, "but also a busy man. love him to death, but he's got better things to be doing than babysitting me."

[/color] she said, sighing softly and taking a sip of her drink. "but what can you do, right?"[/color] she asked, offering another small smile to the male, still not really sure what he was doing there. didn't he have groupies to be banging, or something?

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
i'm just a cross hair - i'm just a shot away from you.
& if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, alive.
i'm just a cross hair, i'm just a shot, & then we can die.

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chris smiled at her, just letting her speak as he drank down the rest of his beverage, waving over the bartender and requesting another drink. he turned back to her as she ended with a rhetorical question, and to that he just shrugged. whatever, right? what could you do? at that moment he could have said something like "well i have the time to babysit you" or he could just leave the subject at that. and he decided for the latter of the two, deciding that a girl of her beauty must of had a billion other guys in the world hit on her like that before. and he wasn't ready to do that. he wasn't part of the billion other guys in the world who were going to insensitively hit on her. but what else to talk to her about? well he figured there has got to be something he could make mention to her about. and so as his drink was given to him, he sipped down a bit of it before thinking. "you've got a lovely accent, where are you from

[/color]?" he questioned lightheartedly, smiling softly at her. he actually did like her accent; it was nice for a bit of variety every now and then. he figured asking her where she was from was a good start. he wouldn't mind getting to know her better. not to mention he would be fine with making friends with her. he actually was quite enjoying her presence at the moment, even with the little amount of time that they had spent together. they at least seemed to be liking one another in a friendly way... she was at least acting like she was mildly interested in conversing with him. he could only hope that everything was going to go down okay. he didn't want to be on her bad side, since she was really good friends with aaron, and he knew aaron, too. he didn't want to offend aaron or make him upset, so he was taking this for what it was at face value: a friendly conversation between two acquaintances. that was probably all it was ever going to be, anyways.[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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she was starting to get the idea that he wasn't going to walk away, which was new. she'd expected him to flee within the first sixty seconds, but he'd been standing there quite a few minutes. she was still wary of him, what on earth he wanted with her, but she was starting to loosen up a little bit. she realized quickly that if she kept this slightly standoffish thing going on -- something very unnatural for her, anyway -- she was just going to scare away people, people like him who were being perfectly nice. she almost felt bad, now, as she realized that she wasn't exactly being friendly. sure, she wasn't being unfriendly either but usually she was incredibly bubbly. she didn't want to spaz out by just flipping a switch but she made it a point to angle her body toward his a bit, opening up her body language, the smile coming across her face a bit more naturally. and boy, did she have a killer smile. she even kept it on when he posed his question. "oh, i'm from a little town called woodbury, in tennessee," she told him, reminding herself not to freak out he'd asked about her accent. he seemed perfectly fine with it and not like he was goign to start making fun of it -- that was what she was used to, even at 21. "what about you, where are you from?"

[/color] she asked, trying to remain friendly. atleast she was trying.

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
i'm just a cross hair - i'm just a shot away from you.
& if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, alive.
i'm just a cross hair, i'm just a shot, & then we can die.

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he smiled softly as she seemed so at ease with the question he had asked her. she explained that she was from a small town in tennessee, which fully explained the hard accent she had. but it had already grown on him. he liked it more than the next guy, anyways. so that was saying enough as was. it was hard for him to jump into her question with two feet, though. every time he thought of his home town, he thought of his brother's death. so the question shook him up a bit, but he answered, nonetheless. "i was born in new york city

[/color]," he replied with a slight smile, drinking a bit more out of his glass. he pulled the glass out in front of him, observed it a bit, before setting it back on the counter as he let out a slightly enthusiastic sigh. it was, after all, a good drink. but since miss hathaway was sitting with him tonight, he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for getting plastered or a little bit of a drunken buzz. after all, it appeared that she was still on her first drink, and not even done with it. the ice cubes in her glass were melting away slowly, but his drink was fresh, the ice cubes still in their somewhat perfectly cubed shape.[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[cadence autumn hathaway ®]

c a d e n c e • a u t u m n • h a t h a w a y

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so if it's love that he wants, love that he's after, don't come looking for me, 'cause i'm so far gone

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she smiled at him as he revealed his hometown. "i always loved new york city," she told him, her honey coloured eyes lighting up at the mention of the city. she'd gotten to visit the city a few times and she'd loved it. the lights and the sounds, the tons of people and the nightlife; it was captivating for a small town girl like herself. she ran a few fingers through her long brunette hair, becoming more at ease by the moment. it was becoming easier to forget he was the frontman of some popular band when you could have normal conversation that didn't completely revolve around his career. not that she was opposed to it, it was just a..nice change of pace, to say the least. she took the final swig of her screwdriver, feeling much better now that she'd decided he was perfectly nice. she was, obviously, quite easily convinced. she set the empty glass down on the bar, hearing some yells and hollers as the heavy bass of the speakers picked up on usher's "yeah". she smiled, temporarily distracted as she watched people flood to the dance floor. she didn't blame them; it was no doubt one of her favorite dance songs. still, he was right in front of her, so she paid him the attention he was due, turning her eyes back up to his, smiling at him again.

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[christopher mason pike ™]

` christopher mason pike ,,
no body said it was easy. it's such a shame for us to part.
no body said it was easy. no one ever said it would be this hard.
oh, take me back to the start.

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Christopher smiled lightly as she said she always loved New York City. It was kind of sad how he couldn't say the same. It reminded him heavily of his brother, obviously, as his brother was killed in New York City. Though of course it was only natural. He was always thinking about his brother. His brother would have been the drummer of Unhealthy Obsession, had be not been killed. They were both so good at music. It made their day, really. And it was so sad that Christopher was so sure of himself that day, that nothing would go wrong, though he had a creepy-crawly feeling inside him that something might just go wrong. And he could have been the one to save his brother. Really, he could have been. But he was so stunned that his little brother had a gun pointing at him. It killed him on the inside. Christopher felt like he was dead on the inside. And he personally could not do anything to fight against it. It was just there, just happening, and it was a daily recurrence. "I wish I could say the same

[/color]," he commented lightly, drinking more of his drink, fiddling with the drinking glass between his hands, fumbling for God only knew what reason. He supposed he shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have exposed himself so quickly. But, had she watched any of his shows, she would know something about how he is constantly promoting gun violence. That's besides the point, though. It's not like he straight out said that his brother died because of gun violence.[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]