Save Me {OPEN!}

[LUCAS JAMES YOUNG]

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[/color]his tour was definitely a bit hard to get used to, performing for audiences of people was overwhelming enough, now other different bands were there too? Lucas wasn’t used to attention, no not at all, so his band getting more and more noticed and increasing in fan base was definitely new to him. He was just into making music and sharing it with fellow band mates, he hadn’t thought about how the outcome of his lifelong dream would be. Lucas wasn’t one to really be outgoing and too much of a people-person, he was more quiet and shy around new people, but once he warmed up to them, seeing that there’s nothing to be afraid of, he was his chipper down-to-earth self.

It was a week day, Lucas wasn’t sure what day, he managed to lose track of the dates ever since he began the tour. From the look of where the sun stood, it was probably about 2 or 3 pm, WE DANCE WITH LITTLE MONSTER’s sound check had just finished. Everything sounded just right, the energy was great, but the heat radiating from the sun took the best of some more than others. Lucas’ fellow band mates had just walked off the stage, going to go probably lounge around, or party it up somewhere. Lucas took a little bit longer, he had just set his sticks down happily, smiling at his drum set. His inanimate best friend, as he liked to call it. He stood up when he caught his breath and felt at ease, he heard something going on in the opposite direction and turned to see what it was, being the curious person that he was, and one of the cords laying across the floor had taken hold around Lucas’ ankle, causing him to trip over it…then, BAM!!

The yank that his foot had caused, pulled the cord which was connected to an over head light, causing the light to unplug and fall down onto the stage with a CLASH! As soon as Lucas heard the loud noise of the glass breaking, he turned to see what the damage was. Much to his surprise the stage manager had been standing right where the light had landed, but had moved out of the way just in time to save his own life. He had a death glare on his face that made Lucas’ hair stand up; he gulped as he sat on the stage floor, looking at the stage manager in fear. ”I… I…”, Lucas was attempting to apologize, but he was speechless at what had just almost happened.

”You reckless friggin teenagers!!! You almost killed me, you know that?!?!?”[/i], the stage manager shrieked in Lucas’ direction. Lucas slowly got up, walking backwards a little as the other man began to walk closer to him, kind of closing in on him. ”I-Im.. .sorrry… it was an a-a-accident”, he gulped once more, scared that he was about to get hit or something. The stage manager was heated; the red in his face reflected the anger stirring up within him, ”I should just take this fucking fist and wack you on the side of the head right now!! An accident?! Are you serious?! Well that… ‘accident’ almost took my life?!”[/i], the man continued to scream and curse at Lucas, almost close enough to bite him, Lucas was scrunched up against the wall, trying to stay as far as possible from the man. Lucas was no doubt afraid, his band mates were already long gone, out of reach to hear the yelling coming from this guy. Lucas wasn’t sure how he was going to get out of this, but he was hoping that this guy would finish soon.
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TAG OPEN!
TEMPLATE amandapanda @ caution 2.0
[COLOR=greenWORD COUNT[/COLOR] 624
OUTFIT
LYRICS Boys Like Girls “Heels over Head”
NOTES [/font][/size][/center]

[vanna]

Vanna tossed and turned in her bunk. Her sleep had faded away from her mind and she was just staring at the bunk above her. A small groan leaving her lips, she realized she had no sense of time. That usually happened when one was on tour. She realized this even though she was new to the touring scene. Rolling out of the bunk Vanna saw the van to be empty. Looking around all the suitcases and equipment were tossed around in a jumbled mess. “We only have two boys in this band and this whole bus is a mess.” She couldn’t help but let a low chuckle out of her lips. Vanna walked into the kitchen part of the bus and saw a note ‘Left to do whatever, you probably won’t wake up until the mid afternoon, typical European. See you later . Love, us.’

[/color] Vanna crumpled the small piece of paper and tossed it in the rubbish bin. Checking the time the clock blinked a small 2:45PM making herself, Vanna began walking into the bathroom Vanna turned on the shower and quickly jumped in for a refreshing shower.

Walking out of the shower, Vanna was still alone, her hair was wet and matted against her face. Vanna quickly put a brush through it and put on a plain black tee, a pair of skinny jeans, black and white chuck all star’s and some matching accessories. Her hair was bright orange almost like fire. Everyone seemed to love her hair for some reason. It wasn’t all that great but she had fun with it none the less. Walking out of the bus, Vanna had her cell phone and a pair of drumsticks in her pants pockets (one item in each back pocket). Walking around the tour site, Vanna decided to see who was up for sound checks. Walking across the parking lot, Vanna saw many people she new and even people she didn’t know. Some times she’d even run into the occasional fan wanting an autograph. It was surreal for her to see herself in this spotlight where there were people throwing themselves at them and actually having a fan database and such. It made Vanna more than happy but, she still couldn’t believe it. Vanna was slowly approaching the stage looking up at the all boy band, she recognized them as We Dance With Monsters.

Vanna could easily admit she didn’t mind them at all. They we’re not as bad as she thought. They we’re a good listen and Vanna stood by and listened to the rest of their sound check. Keeping her eyes on the drummer seeing as that’s what she was as well. She watched the fluid movement of his arms going up and down with the beat and the patter of his legs against the bass pedal. A smile flew across her lips as she could feel the drums within her. She just watched from afar. Then the music stopped. The band members spoke among themselves as most of them left. The drummer stayed. A small sigh escaped her lips, wishing he’d go too so she could play as well. As he was returning to the drum set, Vanna saw his leg get caught in wires. The lamp to the side was moving slightly. A small “oh no” left Vanna’s lips as the lamp came tumbling down towards the band manager.

Her eyes closed tightly with the sound of the crash. Looking up Vanna just saw the manager’s face turn into anger and he cornered the drummer up against the wall. Vanna shook her head as her hot head got in the way. Vanna ran up to the stage “Hey dude, calm down, he was only trying to get back into jamming. It was an accident”. But apparently that wasn’t good enough. The man turned to Vanna “Listen bitch, I almost died because of this loser, you don’t understand” Vanna’s eyes narrowed. She spoke up once more “I know it wasn’t intentional, I saw the whole thing. He said he was sorry, get over it, at least you’re ok” The man grabbed Vanna by the wrist pushing her against the wall. She closed her eyes, taking the place of the mystery drummer against the wall. What did she get herself into. Damn her and her temper. Hopefully she’d get saved by him. Otherwise, another fight for the tiny little woman.
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W O R D S;; Seven Twenty Two
T A G;;
N O T E S;; rawrrawr!
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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[LUCAS JAMES YOUNG]

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[/color]ucas stood there, body pressed up against the wall, he was pretty scared right about now. He took in all the insults coming his way, hoping the man would just finish and walk away. Lucas felt as If he deserved every insult, he did almost kill the man. If death would have been involved, what would Lucas do? His whole life would have been ruined! Before the man could even finish, a girl had come to Lucas’ rescue, mouthing off herself. The stage manager didn’t seem pleased one bit, Lucas watched in horror and silence, he was never one to be in or around any fights or arguments, and they definitely overwhelmed him. He breathed heavily, but managed to keep it under control; he had a feeling he was going to start getting one of his infamous anxiety attacks. He watched the two go back in forth and then finally; the stage manager took a hold of the mystery girls wrists and pressed her in Lucas’ place. Lucas quickly moved away and watched, looking like a lost puppy. Yes, he was pretty much a coward; he couldn’t save his own life if he could! He really did want to do something to defend this girl, but had no experience in that area. His body grew hot with fiery and fear, he didn’t know what to do. He could almost feel his forehead sweating from panic, oh no, he breathed slowly trying to prevent his anxiety attack. ”s-……s-…”, he breathed, ”Security!”, he semi-whined, ”Security!”, he said this time with more manliness.

He didn’t have the courage to defend her himself, which made him feel worse. If security hadn’t rushed over immediately, Lucas was afraid the girl would have been doomed. Two security guards came to separate the two, ”You can’t do that ! Don’t put your hands on any of the acts, especially the females!”[/i], the bigger one said defiantly, now standing in front of the red headed girl. The stage manager groaned, ”They need home training!”[/i], he yelled, jerking his hands away from the other security guard and walking away obviously pissed off. Lucas stared at everyone, he moved some hair out of his face, hoping the fresh air would calm him down. He had never been in this type of situation before, at least not on tour, he really needed his inhaler. The bigger security guard made sure the two were alright before departing; Lucas wanted to go over to the girl to see if she was okay, but was too wrapped up about his own health. He coughed, heaving a bit, he closed his eyes trying a calm down technique that his mom had taught him. Why on earth he didn’t bring his inhaler to sound check, who knew? He probably didn’t expect to have an attack. ”You…”, he breathed, ”didn’t..”, he fell back a bit against a nearby wall, ”have to…”, he breathed heavier, ”do that…”, he closed his eyes once more.

After a few minutes, he finally calmed down and opened his eyes at the girl, ”Sorry… I had… I was… having an.. a-attack”, he said nervously, slowing looking up at the girl. He had seen her around before, she was in one of the other bands. He hoped he didn’t scare her away with his minor attack, he pushed himself off the wall as he leaned over to grab his water bottle and took a sip. He felt better, much more refreshed, ”Thanks… “, he gulped, biting his lip nervously.
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TAG Vanna!
TEMPLATE amandapanda @ caution 2.0
[COLOR=greenWORD COUNT[/COLOR] 585
OUTFIT
LYRICS Boys Like Girls “Heels over Head”
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[vanna]

I sigh of relief left Vanna’s lips when she heard the boy call for security. It didn’t take them long at all to show up and grab the man away from her. She nodded in thankfulness at the two security guards. Her eyes closed for a moment as she heard the man yell at Vanna for her “misbehavior”. But one phrase came out of the man’s mouth that sparked her fire once more ”They need home training!” Standing up straight, Vanna began to yell at the man before they finally took him away. “Go grow some balls and let them drop asshole, learn some manners. I’M A LADY”

[/b] . With that, Vanna began to chuckle a bit. One of the security guards came to check if they were all right and Vanna quietly nodded with a smile.

The young boy made an attempt to come and see if Vanna was alright but, he started coughing and breathing quite heavily. He told her how her attempts to help were not necessary. “Buddy, if I didn’t do what I did, you wouldn’t have an arm to play that amazing set of drums with.” She walked closer to him as he leaned against the wall. Putting her hand on his shoulder she looked at him with a small pang of fear. Seeing as she didn’t know what was going on, she could only ask the most obvious question to man “Are you ok?” [/b] The man quickly composed himself. And told her what was going on. “An attack huh? Do you get those often?”[/b] She asked without filtering herself. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m Vanna. Introductions might be better before you know, we all open up and give up dirty secrets.”[/b] Vanna stood up and took out a cigarette from the carton. She lit it quickly and breathed in the chemicals. A feeling of calmness overwhelmed her. She walked over to the drum set and picked up the sticks that were laying lifelessly on the ground.

“I play for Junesong Provision.” She said with a small smile tapping on the floor toms and snare drums softly. With a small tap on the crash cymbal and such. “Your set is amazing. I was listening to your sound check. You guys are awesome, put me down for the fan group .” [/b]She let a small laugh out. The man looked a lot better than before. But what could you do when you have attacks like that? High stress situations must not help. Vanna was somewhat thankful that she could keep herself composed in situations such as the one that just happened. She quickly stopped talking as she started a small beat on the drums that were sitting there waiting to be played.

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W O R D S;; Four Fifty Six
T A G;; Lucas
N O T E S;; Sorry, it's kinda short...
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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[LUCAS JAMES YOUNG]

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[/color]ucas couldn’t believe what had just happened, he couldn’t understand how he could be so stupid. Why wasn’t he looking where he was going? He really blamed himself for it all, he knew he couldn’t show his face round that stage manager again. The girl probably thought he was some sort of coward, which he totally was. He had no back bone and let people walk all over him. He didn’t believe in violence or arguing either, he was actually quite afraid of it to be honest. He always kept his distance from the bully’s at school or always had someone sticking up for him. He could never return the favor though, he was too much of a wimp.

The taste of the water definitely made him feel better. He hated when people were around when he had an attack, it was a bit embarrassing. He was definitely thankful that the girl had come to ‘rescue’ him, she was really brave. He couldn’t even imagine saying what she said to the stage manager. He watched her carefully, calmer but still a little shaken up at what had just happened. The girl continued to talk and ask questions, Lucas was pretty shy so he wasn’t very good at conversation. He often stuttered, stayed too quiet, or over analyzed certain things. He gulped when she asked about his attack, not answering right away, but letting her continue talking. He watched her walk over to the drums, as he attempted to gather his thought. ”I-I’m Lucas, nice to m-meet you,” he replied quietly but loud enough for her to hear. ”And y-yeah, I get attacks once in a while… mostly when I’m overwhelmed”, he said nervously not giving her much eye contact. Eye contact intimidated him, made him feel much smaller and weaker.

He nodded as she continued, keeping his distance, ”Y-you’re a drummer too..?”, he stated, though it sounded much like a question. Seeing her behind the drums and stating the name of the band reminded him of who she was and gave him little flashbacks. His best friend was in that band! He had never met any of her band mates, because he was so shy, but he’d seen them perform plenty of times. He blushed a little, ”Thanks,” he was really grateful that she was pretending as if nothing happened. As if the two musicians just randomly bumped into one another and started to have a conversation. It was unfortunate that Lucas truly sucked at having conversations with new people. He gave short vague answers or excessively stutter. Only people with enough patience to allow him to get comfortable would be able to see him more calm and collected. He scratched his head looking around hoping no one else saw what had just happened. He looked back at the girl play a rhythm and smiled a bit, he loved the sound of beating drums. ”My best friend is in your band… Elly… you know her?”, he sounded so stupid, he barely caught it when he finished his sentence. Of course she knew her, Eleanor was in her band! Stupid question Lucas.
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STATUS done.
TAG Vanna!
TEMPLATE amandapanda @ caution 2.0
WORD COUNT 521
OUTFIT
LYRICS Boys Like Girls “Heels over Head”
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[vanna]

Vanna was never really good at making friends. She was someone who couldn’t find anyone who matched her ways of life or personality. It wasn’t really her fault. She was just somewhat picky about who she could trust. She always had a little bit of trust issues once her family threw her out of the house with just enough money to get by. What do you expect when your own parents throw you out of the house? It wasn’t easy for Vanna. She sat in a one bedroom apartment for most of her days and went to work in the record shop downstairs. Yes, there was a drum set in there that the owner let her play. It was weird. Her boss became someone she somewhat trusted but other than that, she had no one but her cousin Eleanor. Eleanor, well, she was like Vanna’s one and only friend. They’ve been friends since they were little. Vanna would talk to her on the phone from Rome, and as technology developed she’d web chat with her all the time. This boy seemed to be a genuine sweetheart. She couldn’t help but think about how many friends he probably had. He probably got along with the whole band. Where Vanna…well she had her ups and downs with some of the members.

“It’s nice to meet you Lucas” she said in a soft sweet voice. She watched him when he muttered a sentence about attacks. She never really got the chance to experience one of those. She never had any problems with anxiety or anything, but her mother sure did. She nodded her head with a smile when he asked about her and drums. They had an amazing relationship. Even the set was an inanimate object. She couldn’t help but have an endless love for the drums. The moment she’s beat the stick against anything; a floor tom, a cymbal, a snare, it would take her breath away. She couldn’t do anything without the drums. A spare pair of sticks in her back pockets at all times. And if she didn’t need the sticks, her fingers did a perfect job as well. It was difficult to get Vanna to open up. She knew this boy wouldn’t be the perfect person to have a Dr.Phil session with. Seeing as she usually keeps to herself anyway. There wasn’t anything to really talk about other than they just both had gotten attacked. Which was something Vanna didn’t really expect to happen. She couldn’t believe that jerk. She shook her head lightly trying to erase her silent rambling. Her head whipped over to the boy when he mentioned her cousin’s name.

Vanna looked over at him from the set.“Eleanor is my first cousin.” Vanna said with a smile. All of her memories with Ellie came rushing through her in a moment. Pulling out a cigarette Vanna lit it blowing out a puff of smoke. She looked over at Lucas “Want one? You don’t mind if I smoke right?” she asked smoothly. She didn’t know if it bothered him or not. But then again, Vanna didn’t really care. She let a smile fill her face with a small laugh. “I can’t believe you know Ellie. Well this is pretty awesome. She’s your best friend huh? I guess I’m going to have to fight you for the spot.” She raised an eyebrow at Lucas “Don’t worry, I won’t physically fight you.” She wanted to let him know that no repeat of today was going to happen. She then realized how much she must have resembled a psychotic woman. “Well, if you’re friends with Ellie, I’m sure you’ll get along with me.” What the hell was she saying? She never made friends. Was there a new Vanna coming about?

W O R D S;; Six Twenty Nine
T A G;; Lucas!
N O T E S;; FINALLY A VANNA POST (Sorry about the wait)
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[LUCAS JAMES YOUNG]

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[/color]ucas smiled shyly, still in shock that she said stayed to talk to him. He knew he wasn’t the best conversationalist, but he was grateful when people stuck around anyways and allowed him to get comfortable first. She truly did talk and look at him as if she wanted to get to know him, which made him feel a bit at ease. He put the water bottle down, he didn’t need it anymore. A second attack wouldn’t occur, he could just feel it. His head lifted up a little when she mentioned that Eleanor was her cousin, and smiled. He nodded, knowing he probably would get along with her, she seemed so nice and sweet. He was starting to stand more straight up, which meant he was getting more comfortable.

He shook his head at the sight of the cigarette and a ther question, he looked away and sat down on the stage. He looked back at Vanna, ”I don’t smoke… or… do anything like that really,”[/color], he admitted softly, but loud enough for her to here. She wasn’t too far from him, but she was at a good enough distance so that he didn’t have to inhale any of her cigarette. One, he hated the stench, which was one thing he didn’t like about Elly either. And two, he had asthma, and accidently inhaling it could probably lead to another attack. That was the last thing he needed, his mom would only be more worried that her baby was not only far away from home, but he was also having attacks on a daily basis. He always told his mom when he had an attack, she asked him too, and he would never lie to his mom. She was the best person in the world to him.

It was Wednesday; yes the middle of the week. It was almost 4pm and Lucas could already hear some people starting to party. One thing about this tour was that everyone pretty much partied every day and Lucas truly didn’t like that part. He wasn’t much of a partier and he hated being around drunk people, they just scared him. He had never drank or smoked a day in his life, and didn’t plan on doing it anytime soon, but knew the day would come eventually. He looked over at Vanna, ’What do you usually do right now?”, he asked, making a small attempt at longer conversation. He wanted to try, mostly because the girl seemed nice and it was hard finding nice people on tour. Most of the people were pretty mean to Lucas, mostly because they saw him as an easy target.

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TAG Vanna!
TEMPLATE amandapanda @ caution 2.0
WORD COUNT 442
OUTFIT
LYRICS Boys Like Girls “Heels over Head”
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