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Post by MACON JULIAN ANDREWS on Jan 10, 2010 17:11:00 GMT -5
blaze was the lead singer of all time low, while macon was merely the bassist. when the two walked the streets of new york together, people would point and whisper and shout. sometimes, they'd be stopped and find themselves forced to pose on one side of some fan's camera lens. sometimes, to macon's dismay, he was asked to be on the side of the camera without the lens.
some days, when walking the streets of new york, he'll get noticed. a majority of the time, though, he gets looked over. so on those some days - days like these - where a small group of girls stops him and asks to take a picture with him, their lips pressed to his cheeks, he can't help but grin for the next six or seven hours. nothing can bring him down.
as macon exited the starbucks on fifth street, his left side was hit by a person trying to enter the cafe and his right side smacked against the door frame as he tried to move out of said persons way. whatthefuck, he muttered, as he fell to the floor. perhaps something could bring him down, literally. sorry, he muttered looking up at the short, flamboyant haired woman he'd collided with.
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Post by cheeca on Jan 10, 2010 17:43:18 GMT -5
Brooklyn had waked up that morning in a frenzy, she had to get paparazzi picture. She hated something’s in her photography class because she hated bugging the stars in New York, the reasoning was easy. She had been on many of her brother’s movie sets plus music video sets and talked to a lot of the singers and actors on set and they just wanted to be left alone.
Brooklyn missed Tim Horton’s, she missed their coffee, and she hated settling for star bucks. When her brother had told her they were opening a Tim Horton’s in Manhattan she freaked, she was extremely happy because she wouldn’t have to drive over to Canada to get a coffee anymore. So as she dressed she told herself “Four more weeks and I will have Timmies again.” She walked out to her truck and climbed in; she turned the keys in the 2006 Dodge ram and pulled out of the driveway once the truck was running. She had no clue what she was going to do for her picture but she just knew this was the last day to get it.
Brooklyn pulled out front of the Star bucks and jumped out of the truck. She was in a crazy rush and bumped into someone as she flew through the door. She felt something hot spill down her legs and she jumped back, “Fuck!” She yelped. She seen a guy lying on the ground and she realized she had knocked him over, “Oh my god, I am so sorry.” She said holding out her hand to help him up. Her leg burned but she ignored it because she wanted to make sure he was okay. When she looked down she recognized him off the bat and she was sure her brother had done one of their music videos but was not 100% sure. “Are you okay? I am very sorry!” She said.
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Post by MACON JULIAN ANDREWS on Jan 10, 2010 18:05:40 GMT -5
his biggest concern was that he was on his ass in a public place, but once he realized his hand was burning, his worry focused on something further. coffee dripped down his hand and forearm, dripping inside the sleeve of his sweat shirt. he looked around to see where else the coffee may have sloshed, and he eyes landed on her leg. he winced loudly. if it burned his calloused hand, he could only imagine the pain hot coffee could cause a thigh.
no, he shook his head. don't apologize, you feel my pain. does it hurt too bad? he asked, pointing to her thigh as he used a nearby chair to pull himself up. when he stood, he realized it hadn't been her that had sent him falling to the floor - he was nearly a foot taller than her - it had been the door frame he had threw himself against to avoid sending her falling to the floor. besides, it was my fault.
he took a few steps back and to the right, grabbing a large amount of napkins and tossing his half full cup of coffee into the trash bin. he'd rather buy a new coffee now or go without that to drink the shaken and spilled drink. he handed her several napkins to dab at her leg with and wiped at his hand with the rest. again, i'm really sorry. you alright? should we exchange information and proof on insurance? he joked.
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