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Post by Jeremy Chase Hargrove on Mar 16, 2013 14:11:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BELIEVER, YOUR SPOTLIGHTS ON THE SUBJECT SO INCORRECT The Words: 538 The Outfit: CLICK The Notes sorry this is crap >.<
The night had grown late. The normal crowd attraction of tourist that seeped into 'Rusty's' dive bar had all nearly left, off to pursue one of the other bars and clubs that could provide themselves with entertainment at this hour in the morning. All that remained were a handful of people scattered about between tables and the bar, one bartender, and three lonely men on stage. Jeremy, the front of the rest, stood behind the microphone, a sea foam green guitar hanging around his body and beads of sweat damping his freshly dyed brown hair. He sighed, looking down at the ground behind dark green tinted ray band sunglasses. The night had been long, filled with the normal amount of guests in the bar, and with that the normal amount of cover songs that he had grown to known by heart. He didn't mind playing covers. That's how he started out to begin with, but at times he felt mechanical and a bit uneasy playing "Great Ball of Fire" at least four to five times a night. It was here, two o clock in the morning, that he enjoyed the most. He had talked to owner into letting him play a few original songs for the place at this time, knowing there wouldn't be many people of interest listening in. Part of that was his own nerve, another partly to help ensure that he could at least do it.
Running a hand through his damp hair, causing the ends to stick up and fray slightly, Jeremy looked back up at his ever dimming crowd. "Alright guys," He spoke up into the microphone, a slight hint of feedback striking the room. "It's time that we close things down, but here's one more for the road." He turned around, looking back at Tommy on the drums, whose black hair dripped with more sweat than either of the two combined. Tapping his foot, Jeremy gave a soft count before striking a few chords on the guitar and beginning the song.
"I know that I made every single one"
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[/i] The man sang into the microphone, his hand keeping a steady strumming action upon the guitar. "and if you could I wouldn't put it past you. I was automatic till I met you."[/i] The song shone through with where his roots lay in music, the early punk scene back in Long Island that he longed to get back to on cold nights alone. This was the closet he would ever be to being home, and that was alright by him. "Uh Oh, If I was a manic man"[/i] The song kept on for it's full three minutes and some odd second entirety before a few claps ensued and the man gave his thanks and headed off the stage. After taking the guitar off as well as the glasses that adorned his face, Jeremy headed over and took a seat at the bar. As usual there at his usual seat waiting for him was one bottle of beer and an ashtray. Like habit, the man pulled out a back of Marlboros and lit one before taking a swig of the beer. Tonight though was different. Tonight there were footsteps coming up from beside him. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Eavan Marie Tringham on Mar 16, 2013 16:56:13 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are Ave had a habit of staying up all night and sleeping all day (provided she had the day off), though the correct term for that would probably be that she was a ‘night owl’. She preferred the bright lights, fast dancing, and copious amounts of alcohol consumed that seemed to set the night apart from the day. It was during these late hours that she felt more at peace with herself than anything else, she was free to let loose and forget all her cares and worries and just be wild and free. It was such a beautiful feeling. Though most nights, by this time, she’d be accompanied by several others that she would have met earlier in the night, tonight was different. She still found herself sitting alone at one of the tables, completely entranced by the musician who had taken the stage earlier in the night.
Truth be told, she didn’t really come to this particular bar very often, it was a little old and out-dated and certainly wasn’t as fast-paced and modern-esque like the night clubs and new bars that she so often frequented down town were. It had been the strums of the guitar, the rhythm of the drums, and of course that soft, yet edgy voice singing in time to the beat that had drawn her in the first time and the same reasons why she had stayed. Fast forward, this was the fourth time she had come to see this man perform on the dusty bar stage with his sea-foam painted guitar. However, every time she had come to watch him she had always been whisked away halfway through by a call or a text asking her to meet up. This was the first time she had actually stayed the whole performance and as she watched him leave the stage and shuffle over to the bar she felt the overwhelming need to go and introduce herself, he looked rather lonely and she wanted to change that.
She rose to her feet and started towards him, running a hand through her shoulder-length wavy blonde locks, Ave took a deep breath and took the seat next to him, “’ello! Just felt like I should come over and tell you how much I really enjoy listening to your music. It’s impressive and you’ve got a very nice voice.” She failed to mention that she had been coming to this hole-in- the-wall bar the past few times solely to watch him perform, deciding that she didn’t want to come off as one of those creepy stalker-types, because she definitely wasn’t like that, she just enjoyed his singing.
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Post by Jeremy Chase Hargrove on Mar 16, 2013 17:22:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BELIEVER, YOUR SPOTLIGHTS ON THE SUBJECT SO INCORRECT The Words: 483 The Outfit: CLICK The Notes tada!
Every night it was the same thing; Come in at five, set the stage, play until two in the morning with two breaks, and then a beer at the bar. Oh the life of a struggling musician. In reality though, he found quite a bit of joy out of it. He was already prone to staying up late and waking up still at nine every morning thanks to the half a year stretch in Nashville, not to mention that he did it so much through out his youth that really it was a part of him now. Still, there were times where he would catch himself sleeping in and completely loathe the fact that he did. It always made him feel like he was wasting time that could have been used figuring out new songs and ways to get him back on top like he desperately wanted.
Still every night he was called here, and every morning he arose in the back room on that little cot that the manager was kind enough to give him. Jeremy breathed in as he pressed the cigarette to his lips again. He lucked out on this place. He made a pretty decent paycheck here and even got room and board out of it, though of course a hefty cost was taken out of his check each week. Still, it beat Nashville and definitely beat Long Island by a long shot. He sighed, allowing the smoke to escape his lungs, pouring from his lips as it twist and turned in the air, rising above his head.
The footsteps grew closer and before he realized it a blonde girl stood beside him. A soft smile twitched across his lips as he looked over at her, taking in her image with his green eyes. She looked familiar, like he had seen here in this place several times, but then again they were in a beach-side city and no offense to her but half the people here were blonde it seemed. She spoke, complimenting him on his work as he took a swig out of the beer bottle. "Oh...erm thanks." The man spoke up half confused. It had been years since he had received a compliment like that, but never the less it cause that soft smile upon his lips to turn into a full forced grin. The feeling was just how he remembered, causing his stomach to light ablaze slightly. "I appreciate it." He added giving a nod slightly in her direction before turning back to the cigarette and pressing it to his lips once more.
"So do you have a name? Or are you 'just a girl'?" Jeremy questioned, a slight chuckle escaping from his throat as he turned fully to give her his attention. She probably wouldn't get the reference he made in the question, but then again this place seemed to be full of surprises.
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Post by Eavan Marie Tringham on Mar 16, 2013 20:48:36 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are She watched him take in her appearance, her lips twitching into a small smirk. He was different in person than what she would’ve thought, considering he was really into his music when on stage, he seemed slightly reserved and not quite as outgoing and outspoken as she would’ve thought he’d be like. Maybe it was simply that he was wary around strangers? Though she was hardly threatening enough to be considered a threat so there was really no reason for him to be so quiet, right? Nodding her head, “No problem, I think that every talented person should be complimented. Let’s them know that people appreciate what they’re doing, yeah?” Maybe it was because, growing up, she had never received very many compliments on her talents—or perhaps the negative comments about her behavior and bad habits had far outweighed any of the good things said about her?
“I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy…” Ave shrugged before laughing, “But seriously, my names Eavan—everyone calls me Ave though.” Well, she more or less told people to call her that out of frustration at people constantly mispronouncing her name or misspelling it, she figured that you couldn’t really go wrong with an easy, shortened version of her first name and you’d have to be an idiot to mispronounce it so it worked out.
“And you’re the guy who plays here every night. In all honesty, I prefer your original stuff to the cover songs that you sing—though I’m sure that was in your contract with the owner, that you couldn’t sing your own stuff until nearly everyone left?” She tilted her head to the side slightly, her bangs falling into her eyes, which she ignored for the time being as she peered up at him through her eyelashes and continued,“Bummer, ‘cause I’m sure that I’m not the only one who’d enjoy hearing more of your songs. From one musician to another I’d like to say that you’ve got a lot of talent bottled up in there.”
Pursing her lips together she blew up at the wisps of hair that had fallen into her line of view which only momentarily cleared her vision before falling right back into place. She let out a small, frustrated huff, and mumbled under her breath, “I need a bloody haircut.”
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Post by Jeremy Chase Hargrove on Mar 16, 2013 22:41:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BELIEVER, YOUR SPOTLIGHTS ON THE SUBJECT SO INCORRECT The Words:  The Outfit: CLICK The Notes tada!
Jeremy chuckled slightly out of nervous habit as she spoke up once again. Ever since the events back in Long Island, the man had become rather reserved when he was off the stage. It didn't have anything to do with trust issues in terms of other people but mainly for himself. He knew he couldn't be trust yet after the things he had done. The cut was still fresh and it ached every night after he went to bed and spilled into the lyrics upon the yellow notepad in his room. He sighed out some more smoke, trying to clear his mind of the memories before he spoke back up. "Heh, welll I thank you." Jeremy replied once more, giving her a slight nod of approval before dipping the cigarette back into its ashtray.
The girl spoke up once more with Jeremy's ears perking up slightly this time around as he paid more attention to her. Her voice penetrated the air of the smoky bar, the accent playing off her lips reminding him of hot tea and Doctor Who on cable television. Eavan. That was her name, though it seemed everyone like to call her Ave instead. It was kinda like him and his first name, except he made it known he wanted to be called rather than someone else coining the phrase. He chuckled slightly, "I'm Jeremy. It's a pleasure." The beer bottle went back to his lips once more as he took another sip, listening as she spoke up some more.
The subject went right back to him once again and Ave spoke up, talking about how she preferred his songs over the covers that he had to perform, and that he played here every night. The last bit confirmed that he had seen her before in this place, and his heart dropped rapidly. Could she be one of those eccentric fan girls? He really hoped not. Last thing he needed after moving to a new city was another change of address thanks to some girl who "couldn't keep her hands off him". Internally, he rolled his eyes. She didn't seem like that type of girl, so he kept quiet and just let her finish. "Well a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do right?" He chuckled nervously once again before eyeing the bartender and tapping the bar in front of the girl. "Heh, I'm just thankful to have this gig right now. Though if it were up to me I'd be playing more places. Right now it's just here and that little section between 5th and Broadway downtown. There though I'm able to do more originals, but it doesn't pay as good." By the time he finished talking another beer was brought and sat down in place in front of Ave. She gave him a conversation, which was more than anyone besides Rusty had done for him, and for that it was the least he could do.
A bright flash of chuckles escaped his throat as she commented about her hair. "Could always do what I did." Jeremy spoke up, running a hand through his short but thick brown hair. "Though now that I remember it my hair wasn't quite as long as yours." A joke. Well more of playful banter, but he was starting to warm up and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Eavan Marie Tringham on Mar 17, 2013 20:10:46 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are She was often told by her female friends (well, what few female friends that she had) that she could come off a little strong sometimes. The type of guys that she would usually hang out with often took her forwardness as an invitation so she never really had a problem with getting them to open up to her, but Jeremy at the moment was proving to be a little difficult to read. But if anything, Eavan Tringham was a stubborn girl and she was determined to get a story out of him—what was he doing playing in a dusty ol’ bar late at night anyway? Though, she figured that if she had pursued music she probably would’ve wound up the same way, but she would’ve preferred a livelier crowd than the half asleep-half hung-over drunkards that currently occupied some of the tables in the back. But that wasn’t really being fair since when she had first arrived there had been quite a crowd here and they hadn’t all been skeevy creeps. Maybe she was just being biased towards bar-goers, but from personal experience she did meet her fair share of dodgy men whenever she decided to go bar hopping, but she was sure that some of the guys here were respectably human beings…
As he spoke she found herself genuinely interested in what he was telling her, maybe it was the whole musician thing he had going on for him but something about Jeremy was absolutely intriguing, pulling her in. “Well, with a voice as good as yours I’m sure you’ll meet the right kind of people and land a real gig at some point.” The bartender waddled over to them, placing a cold one infront of her, and she couldn’t help but to smile. Jeremy must’ve thought that she was older than she really was, though back home she was of legal drinking age so she’d give him credit there. And it wasn’t as if she didn’t drink frequently, she was actually quite used to having men buy her drinks or having bartenders not even ask for ID or question her—as long as they were making money most of them didn’t really give two shits about your age. Without a word, she took a swig of the cool drink, relishing the familiar bitter taste.
“So I’ve got to know—why’re you playing in a dingy place like this? I’m sure a good looking bloke like you could easily get a normal day job, yeah?”
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Post by Jeremy Chase Hargrove on Mar 17, 2013 20:39:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BELIEVER, YOUR SPOTLIGHTS ON THE SUBJECT SO INCORRECT The Words: The Outfit: CLICK The Notes tada!
Green eyes watched as the bartender made his way back to his usual hole starting to clean the rest of the glasses that laid out at the end of the counter top. Thinking back now, it might not have been a good thing to give this girl a drink. She did seem older than the drinking age, but then again he hadn't really paid much attention to the female gender until lately. Sure, he had a few causal outings (and bedroom affairs) back in Long Island, but after all that happened he never found much interest in it again. Then again as the last bar manager he played for back in Nashville would say; "Maybe you just haven't found the right one to tickler 'yer fancy." Whatever the hell that meant. Oh well, what was done was done, and he couldn't say anything anyways even if she was under the age. He began drinking when he was seventeen.
The blonde spoke up once more sending another compliment through the air towards Jeremy. Once it hit his ears, the boy smiled brightly once more, a little bit of pink rising to his cheeks from flattery. "T-thanks. I hope so." He said, cheeks turning a little bit redder thanks to stuttering in front of the girl. He use to not be this bad really. Him and girls were a pretty easy feat back in the day, but now it seemed when he caught one's attention (especially one that complimented him), he seemed to start shutting down. Picking the cigarette back up he took another hit to calm himself down slightly, the pink now starting to fade back to fleshy colors on his cheeks.
Ave spoke up once more, now questioning him about his affairs, mixing another compliment into the air. Jeremy chuckled slightly, now losing more and more of her nervousness with each passing second. "Well hold up," He spoke, smoke drifting from his lips, "I'm not that good looking." Jeremy chuckled a bit more, clearing the smoke out of the air. "Day jobs and I....don't really see eye to eye very much. Music is kinda my thing; without it, I'd be pretty lost. Plus it helps when you get free room and board with the gig. Though it's not entirely free." He told her, taking another swig from the bottle. If he had to money and it was up to him, he'd be bouncing back and forth across this town playing every chance he could, but without money that meant not apartment, no apartment meant no shower, and no shower meant stinking up pretty much everywhere he went. Yeah, not really the best option. He was stashing it back though. Between free cheeseburgers and peanuts here at the bar and no car to really pay for gas the money was stacking up fairly quickly. Another month and he might be out of here, unless another opportunity arose.
He finished the cigarette, twisting what was left of it out into the ashtray as he spoke back up. "But what about you? Pretty girl such as yer'self doesn't strike me as the type to keep up in one shabby place for too long am'i'right?" He asked, trying to flirt back the best he could.
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Post by Eavan Marie Tringham on Mar 20, 2013 19:25:31 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are Ave took another swig of the beer sitting in front of her, despite only being nineteen she had come to develop a high tolerance for alcohol and therefore it took quite a bit of the substance for her to even feel the slightest effects. Even though she was sitting at the bar, a usual spot for her on weekends if she wasn’t at one of the night clubs downtown or at a house party, she didn’t feel the slightest urge or want to get intoxicated. Ordinarily she’d be taking shots to prepare herself for the boring idle chatter that she was usually forced to listen to when in the presence of an attractive guy that she’d met that night. Why couldn’t attractive guys be interesting too? Most of them were highly self-involved and narcissistic that it was disgusting, but she would force herself to sit there and listen to them talk about themselves until they were both sufficiently intoxicated to the point where words were no longer their media for communication…
Hearing him stutter out a thankyou in response to her compliment made the corners of her lips twitch into a teasing smirk, “You’re rather modest, aren’t you?” The pink tint to his cheeks was her answer and she couldn’t help but to laugh, not loud and obnoxiously, more of a chuckle when she realized that Jeremy was really the total opposite of the guys that she usually found herself in the company of. It was a nice change though because he certainly was an interesting character, and she could tell by his humble attitude that he was a genuinely nice guy and probably deserved a lot more out of life than what he was settling for.
Leaning back on her barstool, Ave brought the bottle of beer to her lips once more before setting it down with a clatter, the liquid inside sloshing against walls of its confines. “Well see that’s just you being modest again. You’re plenty attractive and I’m sure any girl here would tell you that!” her eyes darted across each face in the room and she scrunched up her nose, “Well, I don’t reckon that you’d particularly want that sort of attention from any of these birds,” The women who were left, aside from herself, were mainly old broads with caked on makeup, tacky outfits, and gaudy looking fake jewelry, “but I’m positive that if this place was filled with a younger crowd they’d be all over you.” She nodded to herself.
Now that she was the subject of conversation she seemed a little less inclined to be so chatty. What was there to say really? She didn’t want his opinion of her to be skewed by what she said next, if she even decided to answer his question. She thought she was making progress with him, he didn’t seem quite as hesitant as he initially seemed so…maybe she owed him an answer? Shrugging her shoulders and exhaling a long breath, Ave turned to him and laughed, “I don’t really know where to start, haha. But you’re right, I don’t like to stay still for too long, I need to be doing something—dancing, drinking, meeting new people, seeing new places. I left home a few months ago and moved here, to the States on an impulse and…now I’m trying to prove a point to my family, I guess.”
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Post by Jeremy Chase Hargrove on Mar 24, 2013 18:54:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] BELIEVER, YOUR SPOTLIGHTS ON THE SUBJECT SO INCORRECT The Words: The Outfit: CLICK The Notes tada!
Drinking wasn't something Jeremy clang to anymore. He use to be bad, border-lining on an alcoholic there right before he took the plunge into pills and other narcotics, a trait that he never wanted to reveal here in Coral Ridge. Still though he had a beer every night out of habit, not because he wanted it, but because that thought and taste had permeated into his brain after so many years of playing and doing the same ritual each night. It was just like smoking as well, which his green eyes caught the last bit of smoke trailing from the ashtray to trigger the thought. That was a habit that he did need to kick, especially with all these laws making practically impossible to do the act. Oh well. He took the bottle in his hand one more time and finished off the last bit, watching as a couple of suds seeped their way back to the bottom of the bottle after being planted back down on the counter top.
Ave spoke up, delivering his attention one more towards hers. Green eyes caught the smirk forming at her lips as she spoke, triggering his heart to patter every so slightly, skipping a beat in other words. The question was asked, followed by a slight laugh. "Yeah I guess so..." Jeremy spoke up, not really knowing if it was a bad trait or not. His mother always taught that it was and that he should flaunt it as much as possible for it would bring him the best while the record producers would tell him he needed to be more confident and cocky. It was another one of those gray areas that life was chopped full of, and one that worried him at times.
Her actions though suggested that she wasn't the typical run of the mill girl that he was use to fooling around with. Those always had the high and mighty approach, coming off as either the next best thing to walk into your life or someone who just "adored" your music, but left you unsatisfied in the sheets. He'd have to throw that into the next song he wrote. Ave though was different. She didn't come off as a sleaze, nor as some hyper-active fan girl that wanted to crawl into bed with him cause he played in this shit hole of a bar. No. She was pretty much an alright girl, or so it seemed at the moment.
Ave spoke up more, sending more compliments, or rather reassurance into the air between them causing him to laugh slightly at her, and then even more so as she pointed out the other women that were left hanging in the bar. Heh, Yeah. Deloris over there can be a handful at times." He replied, looking over her shoulder towards a heavyset woman with make up plastered upon her eggshell face. They made eye contact, prompting a smile from her and a subtle wave from him before he brought his focus back on the girl in front of him and shook his head, chuckling slightly. "Maybe so," He said with another chuckle in response.
When the conversation turned Jeremy noticed a slight tension in the air as she turned for a brief moment back to her drink. Was it a bad thing? Well at this moment he wasn't sure. Maybe she was just like him with a couple of skeletons in her closet that she didn't want falling out quite yet. She turned back to him and then spilled her guts, listing one of her traits along with how she left to prove something to her parents. He made note of her impulsiveness, a trait he hadn't really found in himself, and even more so about her parents. Smiling, he spoke back up. "I'm kinda in the same boat as you. Well, except that it wasn't about my parents." Jeremy started in, "I kinda ran away myself trying to prove some things to certain people of less interest to me now a days. Though in all honesty, I've kinda lost my vision on the whole ordeal and been doing my own thing."
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