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Post by adam on May 3, 2010 16:56:00 GMT -5
  The tiny white numbers shining from the screen of his cell phone told Adam that it was a quarter past three in the morning. Frowning, the twenty-one year old bassist chucked the small mobile device towards the foot of his bed, the backlight of the screen disappearing as it got lost in his heavy blue blankets. Apparently it was going to be another sleepless night for him. But that was nothing new - not anymore. His vision was blurred and his eyes were heavy but they would not stay closed. This was getting ridiculous. Adam went through all the motions of getting ready for bed each night, but he never quite got to sleep. The closest he ever achieved was a couple of hours between four and six, but that was a rare occurrence. This disease that his doctor had called insomnia was mostly just a tour thing. At home in Phoenix he could sleep for nine to ten hours a night and wake up feeling fresh and relaxed. On the road he depended on Monster energy drinks and crappy hotel coffee.
With pursed lips, Adam sunk backwards into his pillow, careful not to let his mattress creak too much as he did not wish to wake the other band members. He really shouldn’t be so bitter over the whole thing. There were people in the world that had it a lot worse than him. As miserable as he was at that particular moment, Adam knew he loved life and he knew he was lucky to be where he was. From California to Jersey, he had never been a small town kid and being on the road was something he enjoyed no matter what the circumstances. There was nothing better than staring out the window as you cruised along the highway, taking in the beauty that was the world.
Maybe he would take a walk. That seemed like a good idea. Fresh air always helped to clear his mind. It was actually quite surprising how many different things one person could think of in the span of forty-seven consecutive hours, though most of Adam’s thoughts at the moment were centered on his comic book project. His last great idea had come to him in a dream, but those seemed almost mythical these days, so he’d have to settle for real life inspiration for the now. There was no better time for this than at night. Adam did his best writing – and drawing – in the wee hours when most of the people he knew were sleeping.
Quietly, Adam got out of bed and fished around his blanket for the cell phone he had carelessly discarded. Finding it, he slipped it into the pocket of his black skinny jeans, as he had not bothered to change out of them earlier, and grabbed a cardigan and a scarf from the pile of clothes that was overflowing from his luggage; just in case it was still a little chilly outside. He crept towards the tour bus exit and into his shoes as he manoeuvred himself into those articles of clothing and stepped into the crisp night air, glad he had thought to put on an extra layer. In the darkness, the wind nipped at him a little bit, but it was welcome.
Adam drew in a deep breath and smiled to himself. The area surrounding the tour buses was rather well lit, though he would be glad to check into their hotel tomorrow and spend his nights wandering warm hallways or whatever. He pulled his cell phone briefly from his pocket as he moved over to an empty curb and took a seat. If he smoked, it would be the perfect time to light up. Instead, he logged into Twitter to see what was going down. It was early morning in Europe, so maybe someone over there would have something interesting to keep him amused. Because obviously, no one in America was out of their warm beds except for him.
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Post by ANNABEL CLARISSE MURPHY on May 3, 2010 21:46:06 GMT -5
  Anna was never one who slept a lot. She generally woke up in between the hours of eight and nine, after finally forcing herself to sleep at nearly three, sometimes later. She used Starbucks - her addiction - as a replacement. And it worked for her - she loves the drinks, she hardly finds herself dosing off, plus she gets to live her life, instead of wasting it sleeping. In her mind, it was a win-win-win situation. No downfall, no consequences. It may be odd, but it was the way that Anna works. She just generally doesn’t want to sleep, believing that when she falls asleep, she’s just wasting precious time in her already-short-enough time on this earth that she’s been granted. She doesn’t want to miss something beautiful, or even risk the possibility. Therefore, she keeps herself awake.
Considering the other members that slept on the Radio Bye Bye bus, Anna would normally exit the bus and just walk around once everyone began heading to bed. Or she would stay awake, perusing various sites on her laptop, aimlessly looking for something to fill the time. Tonight was no different - her mind just wouldn’t shut off. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she attempted to shush herself internally - her mind just kept going, jumping from one thing to the next. And she believes that she overthinks things. It’s impossible to believe otherwise, when she constantly has something running through her head - most of the time, it was the same thing, over and over again, considering all of the possibilities.
So here she was, awake later than she normally would be. For whatever reason, Anna was the furthest thing from tired. Possibly, probably from the hour long nap that she had taken earlier. She must stop taking naps - or else every night would be like tonight, sitting on the pavement outside of the bus when it was pushing three twenty. She shouldn’t be up this late; she had stuff to do in the morning. She needed to sleep. All of this she knew, but continued to ignore. Anna just simply wasn’t ready to end the day, yet.
Anna’s mind wasn’t focused on any particular thing - just what she thought about nearly all the time. The band, the boys in the band, fashion trends and just other random, endless babble that came with an active mind. Events from the day, wishes for the future, analyzing various memories from the past all included. Unzipping her pocket on the black fleece that hugged her frame, Anna grabbed her phone. Pressing the button on the top, the brightness of the light made her blink. As her eyes adjusted, she took note that she didn’t have any messages - no alerts whatsoever. Sighing, she plopped it back into her pocket, zipping it up once again. Standing up, she decided to just walk around a little bit, on the off chance that someone else were out, or she would see something that would entertain her - at least for a moment or two.
At a brisk pace, Anna wasn’t in a hurry. Her hands stayed at her sides, swinging slightly. The soft breeze brushed across her face, twirling the few strands that didn’t quite reach the confines of her ponytail. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the spring night air deeply. Opening her sparking gray eyes once again, she paused, looking up at the moon. It was a clear night - her favorite. Maybe this was why she didn’t sleep - she just loved the nighttime. It was a probable possibility, considering she has always loved the stars, the moon, the night and everything that came with it.
Just glancing around her, Anna saw someone else, the glow from their phone or iPod illuminating their face. She was too far away to really recognize who it was, but she was curious. So, she changed her direction towards the curb, where the buy was sitting. Upon closer inspection, Anna realized that it was Adam. Smiling to herself slightly, she was happy that she wasn’t the only person awake around here. When she was a few feet away from him, she called out to him.
”What’re you doing up so late, mister?” She teased, playfulness intertwined in her soft voice. ”I think it’s past your bedtime,” She joked, now just a few measly feet away from him.
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Post by adam on May 5, 2010 19:54:08 GMT -5
Twitter never did disappoint. Upon logging on, Adam had discovered that in England #ifiwerebatman was a trending topic. He always liked finding out what was trending in different areas of the world; it was something he found interesting, though it did make him feel slightly dependant on the Internet as a means of communication. Still, Adam would always prefer person to person contact over sitting in front of a computer speaking to people through a keyboard all day. After thinking for a brief moment – his normally witty personality was running on slow mode at this late hour – Adam keyed in his response and smirked as it made its way to the world. What seemed like less than fifteen seconds later he had already gotten a dozen or so replies, people commenting back on his not all that clever comment – if I were Batman my car would get stuck in the Drive Thru. It wasn’t that great and he was sure had it not been an unholy hour he could have thought of something better. Oh well, people still seemed to be enjoying themselves. A genuine smile had spread across his lips as he began to reply to all the people who had taken time to send him their thoughts on his. He knew that as a fan it was awesome to get a tweet or a message back from someone you admired. Heck, if Phil Collins ever sent him a message he’d be giddy for years. About twelve messages later, a voice broke through the otherwise dead quiet night and Adam’s eyes moved from the screen of his Blackberry to whoever had joined him, his shoulders tense with shock as he had not expected to be interrupted.
The voice was a familiar female one, though Adam could not see very far in front of him and he figured that flashing the backlight of his phone at someone was not the most polite thing in the world. Through strained eyes he was finally able to make out the figure that approached him and his lips instantly cracked into another smile, his previous one having faded while he was trying to figure out who had joined him. It was Anna. He laughed at her comment, rolling his eyes jokingly though he was unsure if she would be able to see the small gesture. His hand went up to wave and then moved to his hair, pulling at a piece that almost covered his eyes. He liked Anna a lot, though, admittedly, he had been intimidated by her at first. He knew how manager types could be when they were dealing with people they didn’t know or need. Then again, maybe he had been stereotyping. Either way, he was pleased that he had gotten to know her as she was a really fun person to be around.
“Bedtimes are for the weak,” he joked back, “And don’t start. You’re only a year older than me.” He grinned a grin that vaguely resembled the Cheshire cat, quietly tempting Anna to argue with his logic as he stood up from the curb he had been using as a seat.
His footfalls were quiet as they closed the few feet that remained between him and Anna, the sneakers barely making a squeak on the asphalt. Once he stood in front of her, he slid his cell phone back into the pocket of his dark wash jeans and opened his arms for a hug. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/color][/center] words - - five eight one
tagged - - anna
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Post by ANNABEL CLARISSE MURPHY on May 9, 2010 19:10:06 GMT -5
Anna never really got into twitter – she didn’t exactly see reasoning behind her having one. She had her friends, she had her cell phone, but she just doesn’t want random people stalking her. This is, of course, her opinion on twitter. Some claim that she’s too set in her opinion to even give it a try – which is possibly the complete truth. Anna is just about the most stubborn person ever, which just feeds into her addiction to arguing and teasing. It’s ruthless, and she won’t give up her point, even if it proves to be wrong along the line. It was just Anna, and it wasn’t something that was going to change anytime soon. Her stubbornness and persistency both attribute to her being a manager – they help a lot more than they hurt, and it’s the only part of her life that she will relent in, at any time. Only when she is sure that she was wrong, though.
Walking up to Adam, she just grinned as he tried to figure out who it was speaking to him. Before he realized that it was Anna, she stopped walking; she placed her hands on her hips, cocking the left one. Anna’s smile grew with his, as she noticed recognition dawn over his features. His laugh made her giggle: it was infectious to Anna. If any of her friends laughed around her, it was almost a given that Anna’s would be thrown into the mixture. She did see him roll his eyes, and she gaffed at the gesture. Biting back a comment, she just continued to smile. The gesture hadn’t bothered her, considering it was a very common action for Anna herself. How could she criticize someone else doing something that she herself does hundreds of times a day? She just couldn’t.
’You’re only a year older than me.’ Anna was aware of this, but she was just messing with him. She knew that he had to be aware of it, considering his tone and the grin that lit up his features.
”Yeah, yeah, yeah,” She mumbled, faking a glare before continuing to grin. ”I’m still the big scary manager, no matter my age,” Anna kept up with the joking banter that she loved ever-so-much. She had never found herself all too intimidating, at least not in the nature of business, or because of her chosen profession.
At the beginning of her and Adam’s friendship, Anna had never at all felt awkward, and nothing felt forced. It was a natural friendship, and she felt as if they had just fallen into the relationship. It was easy, and she was completely comfortable around him. In his presence, she was hardly a direct bitch. At least to him, considering she often ranting on about whatever was bothering her at that point in time. No matter how small of a situation, she always went to Adam to speak her heart, mind and soul. He was just the only person (on the tour, at least) that she could shamelessly say whatever, without worry that it would become common knowledge. She always felt like he could do the same, that he had always felt the same. She had never really asked about it, having never had the want to know.
As he stood up, Anna continued on walking closer to him as he did, meeting him halfway. At his open embrace, she stepped in. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, before loosening her grip and slowly stepping away. She stayed close, having always been one that enjoyed the close presence of someone and never being afraid of contact. ”How’re you doing, babe?” she asked brightly, despite the late hour and darkness overhead.
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