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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 23, 2012 17:57:28 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] who's the greater sin ( NAME ) SULLIVAN TIMOTHY JONES ( TAGGED ) AZALEA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Los Angeles was unlike any scene Sullivan had seen in his short life. At any given time you could see street punks, glam rockers, and hood rats walking around the streets. That's why for today, he was content to stick close to the tour buses instead of the actual city. The rest of the band was still sleeping when Sullivan had woken up. It was one of the few benefits of being underage, no late night drinking meant no brutal hangovers. Stepping out of his tour bus, Sullivan pulled up his pants by his belt loops. He almost wished he had brought his sunglasses, though the sun periodically ducked behind the clouds to give his eyes some relief. Some of the other bands on the tour seemed to have crawled out of their tour buses. A few were scattered around in lawn chairs having impromptu barbeque while some fooled around on skateboards and bikes.
Sullivan dug through his back pants pocket to pull out his phone. 12:25 PM. Damn. A lot of people must have been out all night party. it was no wonder that the parking lot area was so dead. Sullivan secretly wished that he could relate to the older members of his band, but he had promised his mother he wouldn't get caught up in the crazy lifestyle that went hand and hand with touring. Sure, he occasionally would steal a drink or two with his band mates, but he had never been drunk before. With a small sigh Sullivan shoved his phone back into his pocket before starting his walk. He wasn't quite sure where he was headed, just anywhere that would cure his boredom.
As Sullivan let his feet guide him he stared down at the ground, not paying attention to where he was going. Unfortunately for him, he walked straight into one of the security guards. "Sorry about that-" "Do you belong back here kid?" The beefy thug in the security shirt cut Sullivan off before he could properly apologize for his clumsiness. Worse off, he had called him kid. Only his friends could get away with that. "Yeah, I'm with one of the bands," he replied, pissed off at the stranger. The guard crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at Sullivan with a doubtful look. "You sure about that kid? You can be in serious trouble for lying." He ripped off the carabiner on his belt loop to show him his laminated pass. "See? I wasn't lying." The guard bent down to examine Sullivan's pass, glancing back and forth between the pass and Sullivan's face. As if he passed the test, the guard rolled his eyes. "Fine kid, just don't do anything stupid." As the guard walked away, Sullivan let out a small huff and cast his middle finger towards the retreating figure. "Have a nice day sir!" he called out, his voice laced with sarcasm.
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Post by Azalea Rigny Faucheux on Jul 23, 2012 21:40:57 GMT -6
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The morning was an unpleasant experience that day. Her oh-so-patient puppy woke her up at 9am by laying on her face and temporarily interrupting her breathing. It was clear that he wanted a walk by the leash hanging from his mouth, and though it was a rather cute image to wake up to, Az was far from a morning person and didn't find it cute at all. Nevertheless, she grudgingly got up from her bed and took a short shower to wake herself up, since Castiel definitely wouldn't let her sleep. The shower somewhat reduced her grogginess, and she was led around by the small poodle, occasionally sniffling due to morning allergies. The two didn't wander off very far from the tour bus, though they did manage to make it to a more commercial area, where there happened to be a Taco Bell, much to Azalea's excitement.
She had to resort to carrying him now, since she could tell he was getting rather sleepy by the occasional yawn he emitted. She was awake enough by now to appreciate the cute actions, and it brought a smile smile to her face. Without hesitation, she made her way inside, holding Castiel's tiny body to her chest with one hand, the leash now in her back pocket. It was a little hot outside, and Az let out a sigh of relief when she walked into the airconditioned building. Her puppy was getting quite a bit of attention, and she couldn't help but laugh a little. No matter how cute he was, he was a hassle sometimes. "Cute puppy. What would you like?" Azalea responded with another small laugh, "Heh, thanks. I'll have a taco 12-pack.." That was really fat of her, but she had been craving Taco Bell for a while now, and she was sure that she'd eat at least 4 once she got back to the bus.
Unfortunately, Castiel had woke up on her way back, and of course, he could smell the food. She had to pause for a moment to retrieve one from the box for him, but it was fine; she wasn't rushing. The taco was in her free hand now, and she had to walk, feed Castiel, and try not drop anything for the remainder of the walk back, which was about 30 minutes.
Az made it back to the tour buses, and she noticed that there were a couple more people outside now, but she couldn't stop to introduce herself because the poodle was starting to fall asleep yet again. With a quiet sigh, she made her way back onto the bus, laying her puppy down on the couch to rest. She had a good hour or two before he would wake up, so she sat down at the small table inside and spent some time filling her own stomach. Watching Castiel eat on the way back was a rather painful experience for her, since she herself was quite hungry too.
Once she had gotten her fill, the box was now half empty, and she exited the bus with a water bottle in hand, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible. She needed a break from her puppy, and didn't want him to wake up just yet. Actually, what she really needed was a smoke, but it could wait, partly because she would wake Castiel up if she went back inside to retrieve them. Az leaned against the bus thinking about how she could pass the time. She didn't need to have something to do at all times, but she was bored at the moment. She pushed herself from off of the bus to go introduce herself to a group of unfamiliar people nearby before she noticed what seemed like a guard giving someone trouble.
A slight laugh escaped from her lips when she saw the guy flick the guard off, and she decided to introduce herself to him instead; he seemed more interesting. He was a bit far away, so she had to widen her strides up a bit to get there quicker. Az wasn't sure if he noticed her approach him, since he had his back to her, so she hesitantly reached out to lightly tap his shoulder with a slight smile on her lips, "Hey, I see that security guard was giving you trouble.." She paused for a moment, both waiting for his response and thinking of what to say next before she realized she didn't tell him her name, "Oh, I'm Azalea. But you can call me Az or something, if you want." She smiled again, eager to find out the strangers name. He looked kind of young, well, a little younger than her, she noticed. Maybe that's why the guard was messing with him.
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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 24, 2012 11:57:48 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] who's the greater sin ( NAME ) SULLIVAN TIMOTHY JONES ( TAGGED ) AZALEA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE With a huff of annoyance Sullivan placed his carabiner back on his belt loop, doing his best to stuff the hanging keys and nicknacks into his pocket. He thought that maybe this year he could get away without being questioned at least once. Last year when Call Me Ishmael was on tour for a few dates he had been questioned at almost every check point. Even when he was surrounded by the other members. Thankfully he had been around the guys or else they would have opened the door for all the usual jokes. Oh Baby-face, you sure Mommy would want you to eat those fries? Kid, isn't it your bedtime? Let the big boys tuck you in. Sullivan could only laugh and take in so many teasing remarks.
Doing his best to put it behind him, Sullivan continued on his way. He could faintly hear someone walking behind him, but he brushed it off. The parking lot was filled with other people that he didn't know. When he felt a light tap on his back he froze. Sullivan shoke his head as he rolled his eyes. If this was another security guard he was going to flip out. He couldn't spend the whole tour like this. "I already told ya- Oh!" He took a step back when he noticed it was not the burly looking man who had just bother him. Quite the contrary. Standing before him was a woman slightly shorter than him with a rather intense physical appearance. She reminded him of someone he had seen before, but Sully couldn't put his finger on it at the moment. "Eh, I should be use to it by now. It happened all the time last year," When she went on to introduce herself, his eyes bugged out. Did she just say Azalea? As in Azalea Facheux of Annie Bodie? He had all of her EP's back on his iPod in his bus bunk.
"No way!" he thought. The Annie Body was standing right in front Sullivan. He heard that she was going to be on tour, but he never imagined that he would run into her. He reached out for her hand and began to shake it, probably a bit too enthusiastically. "My name's Sullivan Jones. I saw one of your shows in Colorado right before you got signed," Sullivan notcied that he was still shaking her hand and quickly let go. "Sorry. Can I just say that was one of my top five favorite, easily. I got in trouble for being late to the van to get to my next show, but it was totally worth it," He had to calm down. Sully was acting way too much like the fans out in the shows. He couldn't really help the smile that was on his face though.
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Post by Azalea Rigny Faucheux on Jul 24, 2012 21:16:06 GMT -6
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He must've been expecting someone else; she could tell by the way he stepped back. She brushed it off as him being surprised though, and kept the smile on her face, giving a little wave. He was a little taller than her, and looked like he was in a band. She wouldn't ask, because that'd be a stupid question. Why else would he be around here? The awkwardness subsided when he responded and she scrunched her nose up in a sympathetic expression, "Ah, well, I'm sorry to hear that.. I get confused for a boy sometimes. I guess it's my hair or something," she added with a shrug, casually glancing at their surroundings. More people were starting to wake up and come out of their buses. Lucky them, she thought. Az would've slept at least a couple hours longer if it wasn't for Castiel and his damn needs..
When she returned her attention to the man, his expression confused her a little. She wasn't really used to being noticed as Annie Body yet, and wondered if she said anything wrong. But maybe he was a fan. It was possible, since she was starting to gain some fame.
Her assumptions were confirmed when he introduced himself and started to shake her hand pretty enthusiastically. Az wasn't bothered by it, and found it quite flattering, returning the handshake graciously. "Sullivan Jones, huh? Nice to meet you. Can I call you Sully?" She had a genuine smile on her face when he mentioned going to one of her shows, "Oh, you did? That's awesome. I remember that show.." The smile was still there, but she had a distant expression in her eyes, reminiscing for a moment. That night in Colorado was definitely one of her best performances, despite all the bruises she woke up with.
Az wanted to know what he thought, and listened intently for his opinion. She was always curious about what other people thought about her music, and relaxed a bit when Sully said it was one of his favorites, a relieved expression on her face, "Wow, thanks." She paused for a moment before speaking, "Oh, it's okay. I didn't even notice, to be honest. Sorry for getting you in trouble, though.. What band are you in, by the way?" She was genuinely curious, wondering if she had seen them or at least heard of them before.
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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 24, 2012 22:55:24 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] who's the greater sin ( NAME ) SULLIVAN TIMOTHY JONES ( TAGGED ) AZALEA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE ”Yeah Sully’s fine,” Honestly she could call him Barry for all he cared. ”Awesome is kind of an understatement. The crowd practically swallowed you alive and spit you back onto the stage.” Sully used his hands a lot when he talked about the show. His hands motioned a giant circle as he described the pit. He was right there with the crowd and watched her just dive in. She was fearless. The small venue was alive with energy and it was clear Az was the center of it all. The battle scars from the pit were well worth it. If only he could get his band mates to agree.
”The trouble was worth it. I picked up your EP when I was there and it was real good,” Sullivan scratched nervously at the back of his neck. ”Um, I play bass in Call Me Ishmael. We’ve been around for about three years now,” Their following was growing, but they were certainly a band that started underground in the suburbs. Small house parties and VFW halls quickly turned into bars and smaller venues during their first DIY tour. He had been fifteen at the time and dropped out of High School to follow his friends on the road after somehow convincing his mother to let him go. Three years of touring really helped shaped Sully and somehow he had kept his head on straight. For the most part.
Sullivan was curious if she had heard of them. ”We, uh, played a few shows on the MMF tour last year. We’re hoping to record another album this winter after this tour.” Sullivan was excited to get back in the studio and lay down some new tracks. If only he could write a song that was good enough to be featured on the album. He agreed with the rest of the members of Call Me Ishmael though, he hadn’t written a song that worked on all levels. He chalked it up to being over zealous and inexperience. His music was there, but his lyrics on the whole lacked sometimes. He was better at hooky choruses and sometimes a line or two of his got into a song.
”So Az, are you going to drop more songs soon?” Sullivan was asking more as a fan rather than a musician. He was in desperate need for more Annie Body on his iPod and was hoping for an insider tip.
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Post by Azalea Rigny Faucheux on Jul 25, 2012 20:41:52 GMT -6
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Az smiled amusedly at his animated way of describing the show, though she had to admit that it was beyond amazing, at least for her. She was so caught up in the adrenaline that she didn't feel anything that night, but Az definitely felt it all over the next morning. It was worth it, though, since the crowd obviously enjoyed themselves as much as she did. And that's all that mattered.
She grinned at the mention of her EP, "Really? Thanks. It means a lot, really." Azalea had worked really hard on that EP, like she did with anything related to her music, and hearing that it was good gave her a sense of satisfaction; she was always worrying about Annie Body and if the rising fame would be short-lived. She dropped out of college for this, and she definitely wouldn't be able to get a decent job if Annie Body died off. The mere thought of her music dying off was very harrowing, but she felt a little at peace once she heard Sully's opinion.
Call Me Ishmael? The name rang a bell; maybe she'd heard them or heard of them. She was curious as to what they'd sound like, but instead of asking, she'd find out for herself. "Call Me Ishmael.. I'll check you guys out," she said with a slight nod, and she was being honest. She would. Az would also plan on buying a couple albums; musicians needed all the support they could get, and she understood that firsthand.
The question caused her to smile a bit, and she considered being all secretive about it for fun, but it wasn't a secret so she'd just make herself look like a jerk. "Well, a couple months after I finish the tour, I'll hopefully hit the studio. There's probably rumors about it already, but just so you know firsthand." Of course, she had lots of ideas and a couple finished songs, but it was hard for Az to do anything productive while on tour besides performing.
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Post by Sullivan Timothy Jones on Jul 26, 2012 20:16:41 GMT -6
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Holy shit, Az was going to check out Call Me Ishmael. "Sweet, thanks," he said, trying to play it off casually. He had to stop 'fanning' out on her. Now he had to make sure all of his performances left him completely wiped. He already moved around the stage the most, a lot of times getting so into it that he barely knew if he smacked into half of his band mates. One show he was so zoned out into his rips and moves that he never noticed the microphone that went straight to the back of his head. Maybe if he dived into the pit during one of the shows, that could impress her.
”Sick news. Are you going to take down time before heading into the studio to write or do you have a bunch of stuff from on tour? I know when I pen lyrics and stuff it almost always happens during those long night drives to the next city,” They were peaceful and almost endless. When all of his buddies were snoozing, Sullivan was up trying to get at least one good song. The group usually ended up picking apart the songs and taking the best to fit their ideas, which Sullivan didn't mind. "The bass parts are always in studio, unless we get a really good jam going during a sound check."
"I've got to ask, what sort of bass did you play to get those deep tones. Do you use a P Bass with some flat tones or are your pick ups full up? I've been trying to wrap my head around it," He crossed his arms against his chest and shook his head. Some of the sounds Az got on her EP confused the hell out of Sullivan. Though, that just made the album even better in his mind. Finally some music that forced him to think past the usual hooks he got stuck with. His band was guilty of it as well, but Sullivan couldn't ever listen to it twenty-four seven. Annie Bodie was was his way of escaping all the crap out there.
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