ELI ;; who knew?

[lyric]

Lyric woke up from a nap that had gone a little longer than she had hoped. She wasn’t exactly bothered by it, but she had to make sure all the lights and things were okay for the next show Injected Hopeless was going to play. She yawned and rolled off her bed, pushing her laptop out of the way as she did. Her thoughts, even asleep unfortunately, were still going over her conversation with Eli. It was…odd after she asked if his name was Maddox. No one usually acted like that. There was something about him that still made her think that he was the one she was looking for. Regardless if his name was Eli. People ignore their other names or change it. For all she knew, his name really was Maddox and went by Eli or changed it.

She shook it off and pulled some jeans on and threw on a pull-over hoodie. She was only doing some checks. She wasn’t about to get beautiful for it. They were only wires. She saved that for clubbing and shopping. She smiled slightly, laughing at herself. She brushed the knots out of her hair, stuffed her phone in her pocket, and slipped her shoes on before grabbing her laptop and heading out the door of the bus. She was glad that the bus was bigger than it looked. She’d kill herself if it was little. Letting the door shut behind her, she ran her fingers through her hair, as she headed over to the stage. Luckily when she got there, no one was practicing , or anything.

She climbed the few stairs and sat at the top. Opening her computer, she opened a saved file. It was the same for every show, just tweaked in a different way. Certain lights going off, different patterns of flashes. She had pretty much all of their songs memorized, so she could just hear each one play in her head as she set the lights up. She sat quietly as she set a couple of them up, and played them back. So far they were coming out good. She’d end up having to do a practice show with them later, but that could wait. Sure, it was usually to see if a light wasn’t working, but she had gotten good at fixing the lights, that it wouldn’t be a problem. Setting them up was her favorite part.

tagged. eli evans (:
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credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

[eli]

RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN !

Normally, Eli tried to resist getting out of bed before at least five in the evening, but for some reason or another, he was up and moving about at around two in the afternoon. He'd tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail. Instead, his mind was being continuously bombarded with words, lyrics, ideas for songs, chords, notes, everything he needed to make a song. After lying in bed for a while with a notebook and a pen beside him so that he could write anything that popped into his mind down, it all became too much, and he ended up waking up for good, taking a shower, getting dressed, styling his hair, all of the things that he should really leave for a stylist to do or something of the like, but he wasn't going to go out in public looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. Granted, he'd done it before, and most of the time, people didn't even notice or care -- they just commented on how cute his hair was when he left it curly, said that he should do it more often, things of that nature. There was a reason he straightened it; he didn't like it curly. Maybe if he did, he'd just let it go and save himself some work.

After that, he realized that sticking around the bus during the day, when little that interested him happened, wasn't something he wanted. Instead, he opted to get out of the bus and out into public... sort of. He grabbed his favorite guitar (his Fender Classic Player Jaguar Special HH, of course), strapped safely into its guitar case, and lugged that and his notebook and special songwriting pen with him over to the venue they were going to be playing at later that evening. The not-so-normal collection of things he was carrying with him attracted a few odd looks on his walk, but he ignored them, even managing to ignore the flashes from cameras of people who had deduced that he was probably famous, what with the odd way he was attired and the combination of guitar case and notebook. He just kept his head down, counting the cracks in the sidewalk he was walking along until he reached the venue. He paused at the door, where there was a single security guy, and he presented his pass that all of the band members were expected to wear around their necks at all times. He didn't go in until he'd checked for anyone that might be following him, though. For some reason, he'd been feeling a little paranoid lately. It might have been because he was in a big city where lots of people knew that various musicians on tour were... well, on tour here, or it might have been because of the girl he'd been talking to the other night.

Lyric. She'd been looking for a Maddox Evans. She'd been looking for him. He didn't have the faintest idea of why, and that was plenty of reason for someone to feel a little paranoid, wasn't it? Even if she didn't technically know it was him. Granted, it probably didn't help that he'd told her he hadn't yet met a Maddox on tour yet. It wasn't like he was lying... He knew himself way before tour, and it wasn't like you met yourself. Okay, so he knew that wasn't a plausible reason to have acted like there was no one called Maddox Evans on tour, but since when did he need a good reason? He was freaked out. This girl named Lyric was looking for him and he didn't have the slightest idea of why she was looking for him or who she was. She said she wasn't a crazy fangirl, but couldn't she be lying about that so he wouldn't stop talking to her? He really needed to stop thinking about this and get a line or... or something.

Instead, he found himself in a decent-sized room just off the backstage that just had a curtain for a door. He took a seat in the chair that was just sitting there and popped open his guitar case. Very gently, very carefully, he took out his baby and propped her on his lap, beginning to write. Eli had easily wasted hours upon hours like this before. When he let the music take control, he never knew how long it was going to take, how long he'd be working, he just knew that he could get completely lost in that world and block every single other thing out without even meaning to. Sometimes it was a curse, sometimes it was a talent. Right now, however, he loved every second of it. It was just him writing down possible lyrics, singing them to himself, playing a few chords on the guitar and no one there to disturb him or break the spell he'd let fall over himself like a blanket. The only downside of doing all of this alone was that he didn't have the other instruments to put it all together yet. He could imagine them in his head, but it wasn't the same as having the rest of the band around for him to bounce ideas off of. Even worse than that was the lack of Greyson. Eli knew how he wanted things to be sung, but his voice and Grey's just weren't the same, and he preferred to hear Grey singing the notes he wanted to hear, just to make sure that everything sounded as he wanted it to. The guitarist could sit there and try to imitate Alpha Bravo Charlie's lead singer's voice all he wanted, but he just didn't have the range that was required and he knew it. That was why he didn't sing.

He was in the middle of mumbling "no, no, not that" and other things of the like to himself when he somehow heard the door leading in to the backstage of the venue opening up. With that, he fell completely silent, making sure to take even his fingers away from the strings of his guitar so that they didn't make a sound. His breathing stopped, and he let everything go utterly silent, though this very room he was in had been filled completely with music just moments before. Things changed so quickly, didn't they? But after that brief moment, Eli didn't hear anything else. Maybe the security worker had really just been checking in to see if he was still back here? If he had, he wouldn't know that the guitarist was -- he'd been busy jotting down a few words when the door opened, leaving his guitar silent. Whoever it was that had come in wouldn't know he was here. Maybe they were gone already. Why did he even care? What did it matter who was in here? He could write music in the side room if he damn well wanted. With this thought, he went back to scrawling down another few words and trying out a couple different chords with them, singing along to see if it sounded any good. Back to switching notes in and out, switching words in and out, changing how those words were sung, when they were sung... but he loved every second of it, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't.

music,, houdini by foster the people
words,, 1,223.
tag you're it,, lyric/jazzie! <3
lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.
outfit,, top & bottoms & shoes.
notes,, ba dum tsss! ;D

[lyric]

Lyric set her computer down and decided to check the lights on the stage. It was still light out, but dark enough that she’d be able to see which ones were working. She grabbed the adapter and plugged it into her computer before starting the light show. Wandering towards the front of the stage, she hopped down and took a few steps away from it, so she could watch it. She smiled when she saw that everything was working. She was glad that she wasn’t going to have to fix any of them. She hated doing that. She frowned slightly when it ended midway through. Her eyebrows furrowed and she went back to the staged, hopped on it, and wandered over to her computer. Seeing that the screen was black, she figured it just went to sleep. She rubbed her finger against the touchpad and groaned when it didn’t do anything.

She had been so wrapped up on the new light show that she didn’t even bother checking her battery power. She sighed and pulled the light adapter from her computer and closed it. She didn’t want to go all the way back to her bus to get her plug. She was just going to have to figure something out. As she made her way down the stairs, she passed by one of the small rooms behind the stage. There were usually extra computer plugs in there for this exact problem. Most for when there were shows going on, but she figured a lazy moment wouldn’t do any harm. She still had to finish a couple more sets before she was completely done. She made her way over to one, thinking of course, that it was empty, and moved the curtain to go in.

She froze when she saw someone sitting in a chair in the corner with a guitar. “Oh, uhm…sorry,” she said, nervously. She didn’t mean to intrude on someone’s practicing time. “I just wanted to charge my computer, do you mind?” She was already over here. She wasn’t about to say that she could go back to her bus. Sure, he could know that she could, but she hoped that he wouldn’t make her leave. She always worked better when she was off the bus. As she waited for the boy to answer, she plugged her computer in. She just needed it charged enough to work on it. This was why she was glad that there were always extra plugs around the tour site.

She looked back at the boy. He seemed familiar. Sure, she knew she had probably seen him around the grounds, but there was only a select few she was around, i.e. her band, or people at parties. But there was something about him that she knew and it was weird. She tucked some hair behind her ear and moved her gaze elsewhere. She had been staring long enough, she wasn’t about to freak him out by staring any longer than she already had. She didn’t want to make him feel as uncomfortable as she felt right then.

tagged. eli evans (:
outfit. click.
notes. yay!!!
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *