And The Musics In Our Hearts [Open]

[jasey rodriguez]

Jasey had never liked drama. She wasn’t one of those people who fed off of it. But for some strange reason unknown to her she always got caught in the middle of some. It was probably because she tried to fix things when they weren’t hers to fix. She couldn’t help the fact that she liked to help people. Or that she got angry easily that’s just who she was. Sighing Jasey pulled herself off of her bunk shooting her band mates and best friends a smile. She grabbed a guitar from the corner of the bus slid on her flip flops and headed out into the hot night.

She wasn’t entirely sure where she was going but she knew it had to be somewhere she could play her guitar in peace. It always helped her sort out her head to play when she was alone. Although drums were her instrument Jasey also knew a few songs on the guitar. She liked the variety it gave her because well her drums weren’t exactly portable. Her eyes scanned the streets as she walked ignoring the wandering stares of older men. England was a beautiful place and Jasey was happy to get the chance to perform here. She was ecstatic to be on tour and following her dream. Although her original dream was to be a singer she was ok with her sister taking the spotlight. Jasey knew she wasn’t a strong enough singer to get the stage presence and attention a band needed.

Biting on her bottom lip Jasey reached up and ran her fingers through her blue hair as she approached the area where the stages were set up. Checking the time on her cell phone she realized tonight’s shows were over with and people were beginning to leave the venue. There was no doubt the band had already left to some party. So it was the perfect place to be alone and play her guitar. Jasey moved the long way around to the backstage area hoping not to be spotted by any fans she really didn’t want to deal with them at the moment(not that she didn’t love her fans of course). She showed the security guard at the back her pass and walked pass him into the dressing room area.

Jasey couldn’t wait until it was Alpany’s turn to perform. For once in her life she would feel like she was going somewhere and doing something. Whenever she got on stage she felt important. She loved the rush of adrenaline she got in her veins. And the thrill she got from playing. The screams of the fans were enough to get her high. Who needed drugs when you had music? Not her that was for sure.
As Jasey approached stage entrance she inhaled deeply and smiled. Brushing her hair from her eyes she stepped onto the scuffed floor of the stage. Her eyes focusing on the empty audience in front of her. She couldn’t for it to be filled with people screaming for Alpany. Sighing Jasey walked to the edge of the stage sitting down and swinging her legs over the edge. She then took the guitar into her lap and began to strum a few cords to one of her bands songs. Her soft voice gently singing lyrics that belonged to the tune she was playing.

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word count: 559
status: done
outfit: coming soon
tags: whoever wants to preferably a male though

[NOAH MOORE]

If there was one thing that Noah hated more than commitment and relationships, it was boredom. There was just something so awful about sitting by himself, smoking a cigarette, and not knowing what to do with his time. He was someone who needed to have something to keep his attention at all times, whether it be drinking, getting high, or having sex with some random slut who most likely had an STD. Regardless of what it was, he just needed something. He dropped to his ass and made himself comfortable in the grass, glancing around at the surroundings, looking for a familiar face. It appeared as though he was alone and he let a soft groan of frustration escape from his lips before shoving a hand into his pocket, searching around for his pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out, he tugged the lighter out as well and lit up in a rather apathetic manner. Part of him knew that smoking as much as he did, if at all, was bad for his health but another part of him knew that he didn't want to live past thirty or so. Why would anyone want to get old? You were still so alive inside, so vibrant, but your body wouldn't let you do half the things you wanted to. Where was the fucking point in that?

After taking a multitude of drags off his cigarette, he finally put it out and pushed himself up off the ground. Noah licked over his lips and looked around one last time with just the slightest amount of hope that someone he knew would be around. No such luck, though, it seemed and he began to make his way towards the buses. He stopped short of reaching them and turned around, heading towards the stages instead. It would be interesting, he supposed, to see them when they weren't packed tight full of fans and musicians and techs of this sort and that. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he kicked at the dirt and the torn up grass with every step he took, practically able to hear his mother's voice in his head telling him not to scuff his feet. Well, what did she know?

As he approached one of the many stages, he noticed a flash of blue and tried to focus his eyes on the figure sitting on stage. It appeared to be a girl and she looked no older than nineteen or so. He snorted some and approached her, watching her quietly for a few moments before smirking. "Your guitar playing kind of sucks... And your voice isn't so hot, either, dollface." He mumbled, rocking back and forth on his heels. Noah had always been, and would always be, a brutally honest person. He spoke what he felt and if he thought that you were absolutely awful at something, he was going to tell you. He began to circle the girl and scanned her from head to toe, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in an almost disapproving manner. "Girl, your hair is the color of a fucking blueberry... What on earth made you think that was a good idea?" Throughout his twenty-two years, he had met many girls and by now, he knew what looked good and what didn't. This girl, whatever her name was, had everything wrong. Who was going to want to stick it in a woman who had hair the color of fruit? Plus, the fact that she dressed in a... relatively scene style wasn't all too attractive, either. Noah had never been able to understand why people, especially females, found skin-tight, electric pink, zebra print jeans attractive.

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[jasey rodriguez]

The sound of another voice startled Jasey and she looked up from the guitar to see a boy standing over her and examining her. And as if that didn’t annoy her enough his comments sure did. Biting her lip she looked away, her blue eyes scanning the empty audience trying to figure out just what to say to this rude, but cute boy. ‘’I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m not a singer or a guitar player then’’

[/color]she replied to him gently. Her fingers reached up to her hair as he insulted it. Jasey didn’t care what people thought of her and she knew she was ’’different’’ then most girls but that never bothered her. In fact her and her sister Aeries were two totally different people. Which is why a lot of people did not believe they were even related.

Jasey noticed the cigarette hanging from his lips and pulled out her own pack selecting one and placing the pack back into her pocket. She lit the cigarette and brought it to her lips inhaling deeply. ’’I did it too make people talk, and its working apparently’’[/color] she replied with a shrug as she exhaled the smoke from her cigarette. Jasey allowed her eyes to scan over the boy taking in the details of him. She was normally a sweetheart but if you pissed her off she could be a total bitch. But this boy looked as if he was angry all the time. She pulled her gaze away and looked back over the audience then up at the darkening evening sky. Her hands brushing her hair away from her eyes as she sighed inhaling again on her cigarette.

Jasey didn’t know what to say to this boy who seemed to hate her for absolutely no reason. So she kept her eyes on the stars as they began to peak out through the veil of darkness as she sorted out her thoughts. Of course she had met boys like this before back home, they were jerks who didn’t care what anyone thought of them and slept around because they thought they were too good for anything else. But she couldn’t be sure that was what this boy whatever his name is was like. It was just like her to look for the good in everyone even if they were rude to her. Not because she was one of those goody two shoe girls but simply because she knew what it was like to be judged upon first meetings. For all she knew this boy was a blunt asshole but made a good friend who was she too say otherwise?

As she finished off her cigarette Jasey stood from the edge of the stage and dropped it to the stage floor. Crushing it beneath her heel she walked to the side of the stage leaning her guitar on the wall and debating the fact of whether or not she should leave. Leaving the guitar she moved back to where she was sitting and sat once again with a sigh. ‘’I’m sorry if you don’t like me, though you don’t know me but no one said you had to be here so if you really dislike how I look or play so much you could just leave’’[/color] she spoke to the boy softly not looking at him but instead focusing her gaze on the stars.[/size][/center][/blockquote][/justify]

[NOAH MOORE]

Noah was glad that his presence and his comments had made her stop both her awful singing and equally as horrible guitar playing. If she had continued on without paying him so much as a speck of attention, he would've grabbed her guitar and hit her over the head with it. "Yeah, good fucking thing. If you were a singer, or a guitar player, we'd have no more audience members left after just a few moments of your performance." He grumbled, flashing her a relatively innocent grin. To be quite honest, Noah didn't care if his remarks ended up giving her bad self-esteem or if they were just a minor annoyance to her that would soon be forgotten. Either way, he wasn't going to keep his mouth shut or keep his opinions to himself just to, possibly, save someone else's feelings. He had never been one to do that.

He licked over his lips and finally stopped circling her, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. With a shake of his head, he released a sigh and rolled his eyes. "To make people talk, huh?" He repeated in a rhetorical manner. "That's a fucking stupid reason if I've ever heard one... Your hair is blue. People are going to talk for sure, but not in the way you would hope. Whatever, though. It's your idiotic decision, not mine. Still... you look like a retard." He took a few steps closer to her, leaned down, and tugged on a few strands of her hair, making a face. "Plus, this can't be good for your hair. I'm just saying." He moved away from her and sat down on the edge of the stage, swinging his legs back and forth slowly. He heard her stand up and walk away, taking her ugly guitar with her, and wondered if that was going to be the entirety of their conversation. Well, what a disappointment this girl turned out to be.

She came back over to him, though, and took a seat again causing him to turn some and face her. "I never claimed to dislike you, did I?" He picked at a piece of grass that had stuck to his jeans and peeled it off, throwing it in direction although it didn't go very far. "I just think your hair color choice is stupid, that's all. So, anyhow, what's your name...?" Noah couldn't care less about this girl's name, her family history, or anything else about her but he figured that he might as well make some type of small talk seeing as he had interrupted her performance.

As his eyes flickered over her innocent face, he almost felt a flash guilt for just a second about being mean to her. She hadn't done anything to him. Fuck, she didn't even know him. She'd never met him before in her life and he was already being rude and criticizing her for something that was, ultimately, her choice. If she wanted to have ugly blue hair, it was her decision. Even so, he was cranky, bored, and lonely, thus putting him in a less than desirable mood. His moment of guilt disappeared as quickly as it had come up and he shrugged it off. "I'm Noah, by the way. I suppose I'm... semi-pleased to make your acquaintance." A small laugh escaped from him and he shifted to lie down on his back, staring up at the stars. He placed his hand on the open area of stage beside him and then lifted his head to glance at her. "Come here and enjoy the stars with me." He murmured rather sarcastically and then snorted at how stupid he sounded and placed his head back down.

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[jasey rodriguez]

Jasey simply smiled at his comments keeping hers to herself she brushed her hand through her hair once more. One of the many nervous habits she had picked up when meeting people. She watched as he smiled innocently and she simply shrugged and smiled back before moving her gaze back to the empty audience. She had learned on her own that guitar playing wasn’t her strength and neither was singing. Though she didn’t think she was as awful as the boy insisted she was she simply took his comments and brushed them off not allowing them to affect her. Jasey had never been a person with a low self esteem and she was use to hearing rude remarks she had basically become numb to them in a way.

The boy had stopped circling her and let out a sigh causing her to look over at him. She bit her bottom lip as he began to criticize her again.’’I never said people had to talk about me a certain way, I honestly don’t care what anyone says or thinks of me and if I look like a retard then that’s how I look I never said people had to like me’’ she replied with a shrug before glancing away from him and back at the stars. She felt his fingers in her hair she looked back smiling at the boy. ’’ well it definitely wasn’t good for it’’ she replied with a small giggle watching as he sat on the stage beside her before she moved to put her guitar away.

Once she was sitting back down his next comment surprised her. Jasey didn’t know how to react so instead she shrugged and looked away. ‘’your right you didnt’’

[/color] she replied with a shrug as she tried to figure out who exactly this boy was. He was most likely rude to everyone he met, so she shouldn’t be surprised and the fact that he didn’t dislike her or claim to might of been a plus in her direction. Maybe her and whoever this boy was would never be friends but he didn’t dislike her and the less people that disliked her the better.

When he asked her name Jasey stayed silent for a few moments. Considering the fact that he probably didn’t really care about who she was and he was probably just being polite. But hey how did she know? Maybe he did care though she doubted it, it was a possibility. ‘’ It’s Jasey’’[/color] she said softly looking over at him meeting his gaze and giving him another small smile as she rested her hands in her lap and played with her fingers lightly. Jasey looked down staring at her hands in silence. She was curious about this boy but she would never have the nerve to ask him about himself. It wasn’t her business and he wasn’t her friend.

When he told her his name she smiled ‘’I’m semi pleased to meet you as well Noah’’[/color] she replied with a laugh as she glanced at him watching lay back on the ground. His next comment being sarcastic caused Jasey to laugh and nudge closer. She shrugged and laid back beside him her blue eyes focusing on stars as her hand rested beside his. She sighed softly and brushed her hair from her eyes as she kept her gaze focused on the stars. ‘’This is super cheesy but I love staring at the stars’’[/color] she whispered softly glancing over at him with another smile. [/size][/center][/blockquote][/justify]
Tags: Noah
Words: 595
Status: complete
Notes: none