Post by EVAN LENNOX on Apr 29, 2012 12:03:12 GMT -6
ready for the last hoorah, dying like a shooting star
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style] Evan Seventeen Student Homosexual alias/name: Bobby age: Nineteen country: USA face claim: River Viiperi how you found us: Advertisement on One Breath | [STYLE=width:345px; font-family:courier new; color:000000; font-size:25px; text-transform:lowercase; padding:1px; letter-spacing:2px; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000;]back to basics -- ♠[/style] NAME: Evan Tyler Lennox NICKNAMES: Ev, Tyler BIRTHDAY AND AGE: 10/14, Seventeen GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Homosexual MEMBERGROUP: Outer Senshi Five years old and I'm sitting on my father's lap in a recording studio. He's grinning ear to ear as one of his new talents puts the finish touches on what could possibly be their first single and, my father hopes, their number one song. He tells me all about the song. How the lyrics are quirky, but nothing too new. How the hook is familiar and has been done before, but not in this way. How the lead singer just seems to have it...whatever it may be. He's so excited that between the two of us he looks like the child and all I can remember about this moment s that I'm happy too. I'm even happier about the moment now because, thinking back, this is what passion looks like. Every time I look back at this memory I can't help but think of how alive my father looks and I crave it, crave to have that feeling of utter joy. I want to find my calling. ___________________________________ Eleven years old and I came home looking like I was attacked. As soon as I stepped in the front door my nanny screamed and rushed over, asking if I was okay, what the hell had happened. You know, all the usual questions. This was a first for her. I didn't get into fights...ever. I was always the well behaved kid who just sat quietly and did his work. Well, unless a few of my friends and I were joking around, but I was normally a good kid, I swear! The nanny picks me up, not even caring about her own clothes at this point because she knows the safety of me is the most important thing, and rushes me into the kitchen. She's muttering words that I can't even hear because I'm sitting there with a grin on my face reliving the fight as she gets a damp towel and begins to wipe away the blood, looking for the sources. She scans my face after wiping blood away from my forehead and pauses when she sees my grin. "What the hell is wrong with you, Evan? Why are you smiling?" She questions, throwing the cloth down onto the counter. "Because I beat the shit out of three guys who called me a fairy." She acts shocked at first, but then I notice that she's biting her lip to keep from letting that proud smile take over her features. Silently she picks the towel back up and resumes to clean me up, only realizing after that it's all almost gone that none of the blood is coming from me. She stays silent for only a few seconds more before breaking out into laughter and then she holds her hand up to give me a high-five. "Good job, my little bad ass." ___________________________________ Seventeen years old and I'm still the same more or less. I'm a student right now, but I sometimes intern at my dad's record company and I can go to the recording studio and fuck around with whatever I please because my dad's the CEO. It's pretty freaking sweet, I'm not going to lie. Mom died a few years back and it's only brought my dad and I closer. He hasn't dated anyone since and I'm grateful for that because I know we're both not entirely over it. I know it's irrational, but I'd hate anyone he brought home no matter how great they are. Call it childish because I know it is. Oh well! I'm going to follow in the footsteps of my old man - music...more or less. I think it's my calling, my passion. He wants to train me and teach me everything he knows so that I can take over the company some day, but like my mother I'm a bit of a dreamer. The business side of the music world doesn't interest me so much, but the artistic side? The formula to get a number one smash hit? That shit is interesting. That's the stuff I want to learn about. I'm having a tough time convincing my old man that it'd be a good idea to let me try some stuff out in the studio, talk to producers and all that jazz though. He thinks I'll be taken advantage of and tossed around and my dreams will get crushed...mainly because that's what he does to aspiring artists. I'm making progress with him though. ___________________________________ Lately I've felt a shift in my...my psyche I guess might be the word? I don't know. I've been having strange thoughts lately and I've been dreaming more than usual and they've just been so vivid that it's insane. I can see a palace on the Moon or what I guess is supposed to be the Moon. I see other palaces on other planets, too. I see girls who have an air of familiarity about them. It's really weird. I've never seen any of them...or if I have I don't remember. New York City is a big place. There's this one girl though...she looks like me. Not like brother and sister, but like a twin. I see her fighting all of the time. She fights these creatures...I don't really know how to explain them. And then in the end she dies. Always. Something dark, something evil always swallows her up. Whatever. Who gives a shit about dreams? My mom would probably say they're something inside of me trying to speak to me about a problem or something, but I don't really believe in dreams that much. That's some psychologist bull...or at least I hope it is. I'm not really down for turning into a girl, fighting for my life, and then being killed. Definitely not. |
