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Post by annie on Dec 5, 2011 1:36:37 GMT
even if delphine loved socializing with others more than everything, even if she absolutely loved spending time with her closest friends, she had recently found herself unable to do such a thing due to the little amount of time she had for herself. between concerts, parties, talking to fans online, interviews, photoshoots and the online classes she currently was taking to graduate in arts and history, she barely had any time left for her to actually enjoy herself. her band mates would stare at her while she was studying on the tour bus, or when she was bringing her papers with her backstage to study while she did not have to be on stage. they most likely wondered why she was even bothering with studying when she was in a band and was meant to simply be partying all night long. they did not understand that, for her, assuring her future was one of the most important things in her life as of right now. when she had left her home and her dad to go on tour with the band, she had promised to him that, if something ever went wrong with that, she would find some other way to find a job and make money, that he would not have to take care of her all over again. if anything, she would be the one taking care of him and that was exactly why she had decided to start online classes to major in arts and history. it was not exactly like she was forcing herself either. she, in fact, absolutely loved what she currently was studying, almost as much as she loved playing music with her friends. however, even if she loved it almost more than anything else she currently was doing, one did sometimes need time of themselves and that was exactly what she was planning on doing by going out tonight. she was planning to take time for herself without thinking one single moment about concerts, parties, talking to fans online, interviews, photoshoots or her online classes. she only was going to think about herself, however selfish that might have sounded to others. even if she would have prefered not to be alone on such a night, she found herself forced to spend it on her very own seeing as, when she had taken the decision to go out, most of her friends were already out somewhere or were busy doing something else. she had never really been in a nightclub on her own before and so wondered what she could possibly do once she would get there. delphine had never been one who quite enjoyed dancing or other things like that so she had no idea why she had chosen that place out of all the others she could have gone to. it was most likely because there were usually few places that were open late at night. after waiting like all the others, she eventually got inside and found herself to be quite surprised by how much noise and people there was. sure, she had actually expected people to be there and music to be loud, but not that much and certainly not that loud. people were dancing and she found herself to be quite uncomfortable with it, so she made her way to the bar quickly, pushing herself up on a stool and sitting there, staring around the room. she was offered a few drinks by some males who had apparently nothing better to do than to hook up with some random chick they had met at the nightclub. she refused them all, however, even if she ended up buying her own later on. she was not someone to take advantage of a drunk person when she met one. so there she was, sipping on the pina colada she had just ordered as she looked around, trying to find something enjoyable to do. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister maddox elijah evans, aka callieeeee. music , ONE DIRECTION. oh yeahhhhh. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SIX FIVE ONE. notes , that sucked. i’ll try making it better later on D: like, in my other posts.
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Post by eli on Dec 5, 2011 2:57:57 GMT
RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN !Being in a famous band had its up and downs just like every other thing in the world did, but the ability to get into a club before the "normal" folk was definitely one of the ups. As soon as someone had realized that Eli Evans was standing in the line of this club, word quickly flew through the line and up to who was apparently the bouncer. Within a few minutes, someone had gone down the line to tell him he was certainly welcome in their club, even that they'd be overjoyed to have him. Eli was a little surprised that they knew him in the first place - the way it usually went for bands was that, if fans knew anyone's name, it was probably going to be the lead singer - but he played it off like he was used to this happening to him all the time, letting the man escort him inside. Well, after he grabbed the arms of his companions. His bandmates had had other plans, so Eli had gotten a few kids from their staff to tag along with him. It was just no fun going to a club all alone. It was easier to head off with someone else, yes, but if you didn't initially plan on sleeping with someone that night, then company was good.
As previously mentioned, though, there were downs, and there were times when Eli had to stop and sign some autographs, seeing as the line knew about him. He apologized as they walked to all the people that he couldn't stop for, mostly to those near the front of the line because the man escorting him had gotten fed up of the fans and stopped pausing to wait for Eli and the few staff members that were tagging along with him. It appeared that the helpful guy wasn't the only one not so happy, though; these kids wanted Eli's autograph, as demonstrated when a few of them managed to grab hold of his arm as the group walked. The staff crashed into him, and Eli swore he could feel all eyes on him. He tried to steady his heart rate. "Excuse me, could you let go? I can sign a few more things, but... then I have to go," he said, wondering if they'd even heard him. He felt faint, but knew that he just looked like his usual deadpan self on the outside. The only people he could deal with touching him were his band members or his one-night-stands, and the one-night-stands had their privileges revoked when the deed was done.
The small group with their hold on him whooped in excitement and brought out whatever they wanted to be signed. Eli withdrew a pen from his pocket, trying to force his fingers to stop trembling as he did so. It took a moment, but eventually, thankfully, they did. He signed the items and thanked the fans with a smile that he hoped nobody realized was forced. The small group he was in continue onward, for the club, and Eli glanced at his companions out of the corners of his eyes. None of them seemed to realize his miniature spastic moment. The guy leading them just seemed irritated. The brunette shouldn't have been as surprised as he was. It wasn't as if he had a face that was easy to read, and he couldn't be expecting the people with him to be examining him for shaking fingers when most people didn't even know how much he hated to be touched unless he was the one initiating said touching.
Before he had completely realized it, they were in the club and the guy was smiling, looking less irritated, and saying that he hoped they had a good time. After that, he left them to it. Eli found himself sort of just standing there for a few moments, trying to get a grip on himself. The staff accompanying him were exchanging looks, but they were smiley, knowing looks that looked like they were up to no good, not looks that suggested they knew what he was going through right now, not suspicious looks signifying that they thought something was up with the guitarist of the band they worked for. In conclusion, Eli figured that he had nothing to worry about - not from them, at least. Some of the fans that hadn't gotten anything signed in the line outside, on the other hand, they were probably his top priority at the moment. If he got himself lost in the crowd in here, though, surely they'd never find him, right? He didn't feel much up for anything relating to his band's fame right now.
He soon enough found that he'd been wrong about not needing to worry about his staff member companions, though. Granted, it wasn't the reason he'd assumed he might have to worry about, but a different one entirely. "C'mon, Eli, you know you want to dance!" one encouraged in an obnoxiously singsongy tone as the three of them followed him over to the bar - his refuge, his savior. The guitarist shook his head, instead ordering himself a beer. "I don't dance," he informed the group. They didn't seem all that surprised, but then, why should they be? Eli wasn't the type to get all jazzed up about anything and burst into a spontaneous seizure on the dance floor. If he did dance, he had a feeling that it would look something similar to a seizure anyways, so he opted to stay away. He managed to embarrass himself plenty without adding his lack of dance moves to the equation.
A few more attempts to persuade him came from his "friends" for the night, but to no avail. This was one matter that Eli wasn't going to budge on, which was something that the trio seemed to figure out, so they left him to his own devices at the bar. He finished his first beer, casting his eyes around the club and wondering vaguely why he felt like, lately, he was spending more time at clubs than he was on the tour bus. Was that even possible? Probably not. It was, however, very possible, and very easy to find attractive people that were up for just about anything in a club. Maybe that was why he usually found himself in them. That wasn't what he was looking for tonight, but it was still true. Actually, he didn't know what he was looking for tonight. Intelligent conversation? Not likely, judging from the way a majority of the people around here were behaving. But then, there was that girl further down the bar from him, the girl silently sipping at her own drink, and she even looked vaguely familiar. She also wasn't ripping off all of her clothes and standing on a table, which made her look like the perfect candidate for a non-drunken conversation.
Without further ado, Eli dismounted from the stool he was currently occupying and took a seat next to the other girl. Some guy that had been eyeing the stool on her other side shot him a dirty look, which he promptly ignored. Now that he was closer, he could figure out why she looked familiar. The realization made the corners of his mouth lift up just the tiniest bit - not enough to be a smile or a smirk, but maybe a semblance of one or both of them. "Della, right?" he asked nonchalantly, as if they'd met each other in person before, as if they saw each other around, but never really talked. For all that Eli paid attention sometimes, it could be true. But no, if this was, in fact, Della, this was the sweet little priest's daughter he'd been talking to a few nights ago, which meant that there would definitely be no lack of intelligent conversation. That didn't really change the fact that she was in a club, though. Just barely, Eli bit his tongue to keep from asking if her Last Suppers just weren't cutting it anymore. music,, northern downpour (alternate version) by panic! at the disco.words,, 1,342.tag you're it,, della/annie! ^^lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fictionnotes,, poor eli and his NO TOUCHY rule. D:
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Post by annie on Dec 12, 2011 2:06:39 GMT
delphine had never quite minded the fact that she was not exactly the popular girl in the band. she stood out way less than the others did with her looks of a sweet, southern belle, even if she was from the north. she never quite felt like she fit in, somehow, even if the other members of neon lover made her feel as welcome as they possibly could. she loved them to pieces, but she knew that she simply was not like them and that she would never be. she was way more of a normal girl, a girl who simply wanted to succeed in life instead of being famous and known all over the world like the others. she did not actually mind at all if she did not end up being super famous. in fact, she prefered to usually stay in the background seeing as, so far, she was not doing as good with the attention her band had been getting as the other members of her band. whenever they would get recognised in the streets of whatever town they were settled in for a concert, they would always smile, wave, sign autographs and take a picture. most of the time, if she ever did get recognised by pretty much anyone, della would panic. in school, she had never really been the popular type of girl and she had always been fine with that. she had been fine with the fact that some people did not know her name and she had been fine with the fact that she still wasn’t totally at the bottom of the food chain. most of the people ignored her name, and she had been completely comfortable with that feeling. but this.. this was definitely a change for her and she still had not gotten used to it. even if she was not the popular one in her band, she still got recognised when she went out by one or two people and then others would as well. if there had been some kind of class that she could have taken to make her be able to handle the attention she was getting, she definitely would have done it. time passed and there she was, still sitting by herself on the small stool next to the bar. she sipped quietly on her drink as she watched others walk by, bouncing to the rhythm of the music, guys gropping girls’ asses, girls trying to get them off of them but eventually giving in. repeatedly, it happened right in front of her eyes and she wondered how women of today’s society could have lost every single ounce of dignity they had once had. of course, some of them still resisted. however, every single time she went out, della seemed to be noticing that the population of sluts in every town growing by the second. maybe it was because of the fact that she had not been raised like most of the other people on tour, but she did not find it quite normal for a girl, or a guy at that point, to open their legs to just anyone. she was completely open to the idea of free loving like the hippies had once proclaimed to be best for the entire world. she was completely okay with the fact that anyone could fall in love with anyone, but sleeping around with anyone and risking to get STDs still was a hard concept for her to grasp. and, to be honest, everyone should have understood that of her when they first saw her. just by seeing her sitting there, on her own, and simply by seeing the way she was dressed, you could have guessed she definitely was not looking for a quick and easy lay, as some would have put it. she kind of felt slightly sorry for the guy or two who had tried to hit on her by asking her to dance. she had refused quite harshly, but she knew that this was the only way to get them all off of her case. when another would try to come at her, the word of her not being interested would probably have gone around throughout the nightclub and she would be able to enjoy her night without having to do something that she hated, which was dancing or getting her ass grabbed. sometimes, in interviews, delphine would be asked why she did not look just as energetic as the others on stage. she was embarrassed to answer to that question. she always answered that she had never been that good at moving around too much. when she was little, her father had tried to make her take ballet lessons and such, hoping that she had inherited her mother’s gracefulness, but she had unfortunately inherited his two left feet and could barely walk properly. after a few classes of miserably failing at doing the basic movements their teacher had been showing the little girls how to do, her father had decided it would be best for her if he simply removed her from those classes. she already had so many talents, it was no use to push her in the direction of something she was not good at and did not enjoy (mostly because the other kids were making fun of her everytime she fell). it did not get any better when she grew up. so when she was on stage with all those wires hanging around at her feet, she always was scared she would make a fool of herself if she suddenly decided that it was time for her to show some more energy for the fans and ended up on her butt with the other members of the band staring down at her and people laughing in the crowd. the same thing happened whenever she was asked to dance, like right now. it was mainly what made her the most nervous when she was at a nightclub, and having to say no to a few nice guys (yes, they did exist) broke her heart. however, there was no way in hell she was risking making a complete fool of herself. she was strong, but not that strong. when she heard words being obviously spoken to her for the person, whoever it might have been, used her name, she felt discouraged, thinking that she would have to say no again. at least, maybe that person would be some kind of douchebag she hated. but then again, there was not a single person she knew that she hated, at all. she definitely had not taken a good decision to come hang out at the nightclub by herself tonight. at least, if the the other members of her band had been there, she could have had some company and not have all these people coming at her constantly. however, when she turned around to face the person who had just mentionned her name, a smile appeared on her lips when she recognised eli, this boy from alpha bravo charlie she had talked to over the internet the other night. a light nod responded to his question to know if she really was who he thought she was. some would have thought that delphine would have categorised him to be just like any other boy who had came up to talk to her tonight. however, she did not. she gave him a chance and leaned in closer after she had thought of the proper words to welcome him in her bubble of sollitude she had just created. i was wondering when someone interesting would show up. she said slightly louder than necessary when you normally were that close to someone but, due to the loudness of the music playing around them, she did not exactly have any other choice. she kept on sipping on her drink as she leaned away from him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister maddox elijah evans, aka callieeeee. music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE THREE ONE SEVEN. notes , oooooh, lookie. a nice long post like i love them, yayayayay.
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Post by eli on Dec 15, 2011 0:58:45 GMT
RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN !In all honesty, Della probably should have marked Eli off as one of the various men trying to chat her up, trying to get into her pants, because, if he hadn't known who she was, it was something that was likely to happen. Luckily for her, he wasn't particularly in the mood right now. He was fairly sure he wouldn't be at all tonight. Or, at least, not anytime soon. He'd probably end up with someone on his arm by the end of the night. Since the tour had begun, Eli hadn't had a single night where he was the only one occupying his bed, which was precisely how he liked it. It wasn't a healthy habit, but since when did that matter? He had too many habits that weren't healthy, and he didn't have the time to dwell on them, nor did he care enough to. Eli liked sex. Eli was (somewhat) famous. It wasn't exactly difficult for him to get what he wanted nightly. There were plenty of groupies that would fight for a chance to sleep with someone from Alpha Bravo Charlie, and even without the fans, the guitarist still knew just where to look to find someone willing to keep him company for a night.
It was a talent he'd picked up a while ago, one that had simply stuck with him. He knew how to look at a slut that was obviously playing hard-to-get to drive her crazy, he knew how to look around a room and find a gay or bisexual man that was looking for short-term company, he knew how to look at aforementioned man so that the guy knew he'd be happy for the company - he knew all the tricks... or at least a lot of them. Practice makes perfect was the saying, and who was he to disprove it? But he still wasn't looking for company tonight. Eli couldn't remember the last time he'd gone to a nightclub for something other than getting drunk, getting laid, or both. Was there even another reason to go to a nightclub? All Eli knew was that he'd come up with this genius idea, grabbed some of ABC's staff to tag along, and now he was here at the bar, talking to a girl he hardly knew anything about, save that she was the daughter of a priest and she liked learning about history and she somehow managed to budget her time well enough that she could go to school while touring.
There was a time in high school when Eli had thought about going to college. It began his sophomore year, when everybody began bringing it up and forms were filled out for it, forms that would be sent to colleges and they could see if you met their criteria. He'd always felt as if he were being scrutinized when that happened. Maybe he would have relaxed a little more if he'd had great grades, but he didn't. Eli did enough to pass his classes, but that was about it. He never got anything below a C, but his grades were usually a B or a C, nothing outstanding enough for any colleges to be proactive about getting him to go. It probably didn't help that he wasn't very into sports, either. He ran cross country all four years of his high school career, but that was simply because he enjoyed the rush that it gave him. Eli liked the feel of the wind in his hair, he liked passing by other people who were going at a leisurely pace. He liked feeling as if he were superior for once in his life, even if it was only for a few moments.
The college idea didn't last, and that was mainly because, nearing the end of his senior year, Eli had realized that there wasn't anything that he was great at. Doing enough in his classes to pass meant that he didn't really learn much, just enough to get by, and it also meant that he had little interest in anything that would get him a respectable job that earned any money. So when he graduated, and his grandparents and his mother herded him around the dinner table to ask what he was going to do with his life, he just shrugged and chewed on another piece of pizza. It wasn't the best response, a point that was further proved by his grandfather dropping his glass of water dramatically onto the floor. He then continued onto a rant that told Eli he'd better make something of himself, lest his mother die of heartbreak because her son was a nothing. It wasn't the "nothing" bit that made Eli feel terrible, though; it was the thought that his mother might be disappointed in him before. There were a few times when she'd been so, just a little bit, but with a son that lived off his mother and her grandparents, well, if that didn't scream unsuccessful, then what didn't?
And that was the day that Eli vowed to make Bianca proud, one way or another. For some reason, he'd never really thought of the lyrics he wrote, the music he wrote to go with it as something that he could make a living off of. When the idea for Alpha Bravo Charlie came around, he latched onto it like a leech would to a human's skin and didn't let go. The band was not going to sink, simply because it was not allowed. While Eli never really motivated his bandmates out loud, he always put his spirit into what they did. He wrote the lyrics, wrote the notes for his guitar, and brought all of that to everybody else. And then? Then... they made magic. At first, it was a little scary hearing his words being sung by Grey, but eventually it was just normal. The only time that Eli really sung was when he was trying to figure out what notes would need to be hit, what Grey would have to hit. Even then, it wasn't as if it were very good singing. His range wasn't like Grey's, his voice certainly not like it, but things just worked that way. Eli was fairly sure that none of his friends really ever knew for sure what the lyrics all meant - they were pretty cryptic at times, and maybe that was on purpose - but he never divulged that information. He still doesn't. Eli's never been one for sharing, and his lyrics are personal to him. People can make their own interpretations of them and he'll neither confirm nor deny them.
"Well," he said, smirking as he was pulled out of his reverie by the girl beside him, "lucky for you, I'm here to be your entertainment. Not that I'm guaranteeing I'll be on the top of my game, but I'll try my best." He bit back another comment that was along the lines of saying that, with a priest for a father, she probably didn't have very much actual fun. He was sure he'd end up flirting with her sooner or later, but he'd try and keep it toned down for a while, at least. See how long that lasted. Sometimes he liked to do that to himself - see how long he could control his instincts. Pretty girl? Flirt. Pretty boy? Flirt. Attractive, horny person? Fuck. They were basic instincts, maybe a bit different from most peoples', but they worked for him. Thinking to himself, Eli slid a gaze over to Della. Hm. The picture he'd seen of her hadn't done her justice, he decided. She was somewhat plain, but she also managed to make it look good. Very good. Her clothes weren't that of the normal rockstar, and for that, he admired her. Then again, what had he been expecting? Della obviously wasn't your average rockstar. Most he knew were perfectly content to just rock out for however long they could, not even bothering with a backup plan, but what else could her going to college online while she toured be? If it wasn't a backup plan, what was it? Something fun to do when she wasn't playing music? Yeah. Right. music,, i'm so sorry by logan square.words,, 1,364.tag you're it,, della/annie. <3lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.notes,, i promise my posts aren't normally this long, i'm just being weird and rambling hardcore in this thread. x.x
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Post by annie on Dec 28, 2011 4:39:14 GMT
being who she was, coming from the family she had been raised in, studies had never quite been a question in delphine’s life. it had always been a certainty. she had always known that she would be going to college. she knew that it was in her future to have great grades in high school and be able to go to an awesome college when she would be old enough. her father had worked so hard for this and she refused to let him down after he had been saving money his whole life to be able to send his child to college. he had not had that chance and wished for nothing else than to give every possible opportunity in the world to his child. unlike many other young boys and girls she had met throughout her years in high school, she had the opportunity to have an understanding father who would have pretty much accepted to let her do whatever she liked. she could have studied fashion, medicine, law, history, anything, and he would have been quite happy with just that. so when she finally announced to him that she was joining a band and that it was going to take a major part of her life, he obviously accepted it with a large smile on his lips even though the young woman could see the deception in his eyes. he had hoped for a better future for his daughter. it was obvious. what parent would not have wanted their child to succeed greatly in life? however, her father was still immensely supportive. he knew that he could not hold her back any longer. after the loss of her child, delphine had felt a sudden need to get away from home, fly on her own. he had to let her go eventually. like any other little bird, delphine needed to finally unfold her wings and get away. playing guitar and sometimes writing did just that for her. she was finally able to think freely, without having to worry about the image her father had been trying to put forward for people all these years. she had held the image of the perfect little priest’s daughter up during her entire childhood since she felt deeply responsible for the fact that her mom was not around. however, when she left, it was her time to shine, her time to finally let go and be able to be herself. she could do whatever she liked. she could drink alcohol even though it was illegal like any other young woman of her age. she could dance around all night and act like a complete fool without anyone actually caring about any of it. when you first took a glance at delphine today, you would not have guessed she had such depth. in fact, most of the people on tour thought she was just another one of those little miss “know-it-all” who thought they were so much better than everyone else because they could actually get a degree in pretty much anything they wanted if they tried. she had once been one of them, partying all night long and getting drunk as fuck to pretty much not remember a single thing of her night the next morning. however, unlike many others, she had been able to realise what she had been doing to herself and stopped. i guess that every single person, once they leave the comfortable nest their parents has built for them over the years, eventually lose themselves because they try to fit in with a crowd that they don’t belong in. but delphine never could have said that she did not belong in this crowd. music was her life. when she was on stage and her fingers were gently pulling at the strings of her guitar, she felt completely different. she felt as if she was in a completely different world. she didn’t need anything else but the energy the crowd was giving her. she was literally feeding on it to play. she would not care about anything else but how great of a show she was giving them, even though she always thought she never really was that good on stage. however, everyone seemed to appreciate it and that was what it was about in the end, wasn’t it? playing guitar in a band had never been about fame and getting whatever she wanted for delphine. it had always only been about music and making her emotions come through to the crowd so they could feel them with her, so they could understand that they were all in the same boat, whether they were in the band, or a tech, or the merch girl or guy, or a fan. they were all in this together. in the end, they were all there for the music and that was what she truly found beautiful about touring. it was not for the alcohol, not for the hot guys who would come up to her and ask her for sex, because that was normally the only thing they wanted. but most people did not get any of it and it was the main reason why, after wanting to still please her father, she had started taking those online classes. she didn’t know if she would be able to live off of this, live like this for her entire life. she didn’t know if she was made for the rockstar lifestyle. maybe she was not. maybe that was why most people would say that she did not fit in and would mostly go up to the other members of the band. maybe she should have been somewhere else. but where? and even if she was thinking about all of this as she was looking eli over discreetly, she was able to let a small smile on the corner of her pale lips lit up her face and looked at the ground for a second as she replaced her long, dark brown hair behind her ear. that’s all i can ask for, isn’t it? she said gently, tilting her head to the left slightly and shrugging as she sipped quietly once more on her drink. she somehow felt like eli was one of the only people who could understand what she was currently going through even if he was generally categorized as the player. you see, delphine was generally not the type of girl to categorize anyone, and it was not going to start today. plus, i bet your best is enough to please me. i’m a really easy girl when it comes to entertainment, dear. she said as she turned on her seat to look around them. she made a disapproving face at a girl who definitely would have been categorized as “slutty”, as if she was mentionning to eli that this was not the type of easy entertainment she was talking about. and, to make it even more precise, she went on. you know, a nice chit chat about the most random of subjects and i’ll be completely enchanted. as simple as that. a light laugh escaped her lips as she turned back to him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister maddox elijah evans, aka callieeeee. music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE ONE NINE THREE. notes , lolol it’s been sooooo long.
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Post by eli on Dec 31, 2011 9:40:11 GMT
RUN BECAUSE THEY'RE CHASIN' ME DOWN !While most people had fond memories of their childhood and they missed it, Eli tried not to remember his own childhood. These were his golden years, not back then. Things hadn't even begun improving until his ninth year of life. Sure, his life had been okay up until that dreadful year or so of putting up with his father, but it wasn't anything great. It wasn't anything to reminisce about. He didn't want to think about that in the first place, though. He'd stick to when his life began to get better, when he learned how to play the guitar, when he'd moved, met his grandparents, before they'd had their falling-out. He wished that there had never been a disagreement in the first place, but his grandfather was so ridiculously stubborn and old-fashioned and... infuriating. He had to give credit to the man, though; he knew how to get people to do what he wanted them to. It took a certain type of manipulation skill to do that. Or maybe his grandfather could just do that to him because Eli was easy to get to if someone made him think that he might disappoint or hurt his mother. Or make her cry. Or anything that would be considered bad to do with his mother. He was a complete and total mama's boy, but he didn't care. If anyone brought it up, he'd pretty much just shrug and let it go. It was only when someone said things about her that it mattered. She was a sweet woman, kind to everyone she met, and you'd better not talk crap about her, especially not with Eli around.
She didn't know it, but those stupid "your mom" jokes had been a cause of more than one of Eli's suspensions back in school. Why? Because he owed her everything. She had gotten him his first guitar, she'd gotten him lessons -- she had started his interest in music. In a way, he supposed he even owed his father a thanks. The thought almost made him smile to himself. It was funny how those things worked. His father had put him through hell when he was younger, and now he almost felt as if he should add the man into the credits for their next album as inspiration for the lyrics. Sometimes he liked to refer back to his father in the lyrics he penned because the words always flowed so naturally. They always did, but he knew precisely what to say about his father without it being completely obvious to all those who listened. It was kind of funny, in a way. When you were a musician, your pain was the listening pleasure of others. Your misery was their joy. And you were happy with that. It wasn't like in middle school or high school where, if you got tripped in the hallway by some bully, you were miserable, everyone laughed at you, and you felt horrible, though it was the same in some ways. Sometimes Eli still felt miserable. Sometimes he felt that way on stage, with Grey singing secrets no one would ever decode to the world, but he'd learned not to mind. He could harness the sadness and channel it into his fingers to play his guitar as if it were his only purpose on earth. They ask, the music or the misery, but who ever said you could even have one without the other? If you asked him, they went hand-in-hand.
Delphine wasn't the only one unsure of her place in this rockstar life. Even the guitarist sometimes felt out of place. Not in Alpha Bravo Charlie -- that was probably the one place he belonged more than anywhere else -- but in the life that came with people knowing who they were, now that they weren't just a group of kids messing around with instruments at each others' homes. In interviews, he preferred to stay quiet unless he had a witty quip to throw in or if he was joking around with one of his friends. Granted, he was normally pretty much like that, though he did have his moments when he tried to make conversation. Even he couldn't be completely quiet all the time, after all. Still, though. He didn't know what it was that made him feel different than the rest of the band members on tour. He knew he wasn't. If anyone here was different, it was Delphine. She was so... quiet, so serious. Maybe that was how she went about things, though; maybe she took them seriously, and that was what got her through the day. Maybe she didn't need the alcohol or the coke or the sex that Eli did to try to cope with this life. Maybe she was just stronger than him. The thought made him blink, the thought that this tiny girl could be so much stronger than him, to go through all of this with no vices at all. Perhaps he was judging her completely wrong, though. Maybe she wasn't serious. Maybe she was a party animal and she had just as many vices as the rest of the people on the tour. If she didn't... No, he didn't want to think about that... though he couldn't deny if she could go through this without being a slut, drunk, or high, she really probably deserved an award.
The dark-haired guitarist shrugged at her words. "Well, it'd be a little unfair of you to ask for more than my best," he said dryly, a tiny smirk appearing on his lips. It got a little bigger at her next words. She was pretty easy to entertain, huh? Surely she didn't mean it like that, though; priest's daughter and everything. Besides, he didn't want anything like that... though, if he had to remind himself of that fact, then it probably wasn't true. His hormones could just never make up their mind, apparently. That was further proven when Eli followed Della's gaze to the girl somewhere behind them. Like most of the girls in the club, she was obviously a slut. Just another girl on the tour with no self-respect or morals. The amount of those was surprisingly larger than he would have guessed there'd be, but he'd never claimed to be the best at predicting things in the first place. His eyes snapped back to Della when she spoke again, and the corners of his lips quirked up once more in the semblance of a smile. "The most random of topics, hmm?" He bit his lip in thought -- a habit that he just couldn't seem to get rid of. "Tell me about home, Della. Your family. Where you came from. What's it like there?" he asked her mildly before ordering himself a beer that he'd probably just end up nursing and taking the occasional drink of. He didn't feel like getting drunk right now; he felt like talking to this girl he barely knew and finding out more about her, assuming she was willing to share. If she wasn't, he certainly wasn't going to make her. music,, houdini by foster the people.words,, 1,181.tag you're it,, della/annie. <3lyrics,, i just wanna run by the downtown fiction.notes,, ... i apologize if it's crappy. it's almost five in the morning. i have rights. >.>
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Post by annie on Jan 19, 2012 2:56:01 GMT
not having a mother had had a huge effect on delphine’s life, even though she refused to ever admit that to herself or to anyone else, including her dad. however, he probably knew it anyway. delphine had not had a mother to tuck her in bed at night and sprinkle her with fairy dust while kissing her forehead and checking her wardrobe for monsters. delphine had not had a mother to ask her about little boys at school when she was still young enough to say boys were disgusting. delphine had not had a mother to be there for her when she had had her first school girl crush which had left her heartbroken. delphine had not had a mother when she had started her periods. delphine had not had a mother when she had gotten her first boyfriend. delphine had not had a mother when she had given birth to her first child.. as a teenager. however, her father had been there through all these things for her. he did what her mother would have done if she had been there for her daughter.. or almost. in that person were held both of the parental roles that a little girl needed. he was the protective father and the helpful mother. he was the bad cop and the good cop. when she was little, he had been all she had. he was the only one she could truly count on and it was why she had grown so admirative of him. he was her hero and he always would be. it was why she had always wanted to do right by him, just like elijah had wanted to do right by his mother, because both of them owed their parents everything they had right at this moment. even if she had had a rebellious phase during which she had made some mistakes, she had never forgotten how much her father had given up for her or how much criticism he had had to go through as a priest when she had been pregnant with the child of a guy who did not even want to have her in his life. but he had never given up on her, and she had promised herself that she would never give up on him ever again. it was how she could go through the life of being a rockstar without being a complete slut, or an alcoholic, or a drug addict. it had been hard for her. temptation had been on the way with every step she had taken towards fame and it still was her, haunting her dreams and her waken hours every single day. but she refused to let herself fall into such things. she had seen what it could lead to. she had seen how painful it could be for the people who surrounded the person who had fallen into such things. she definitely did not want to see the disappointment in her father’s eyes when she would see him again. he would try to hide it, but he had never been the best liar. he had passed down his honesty to her, and she knew him better than anyone else, even better than himself. there was no way he would be able to hide such a thing from her. after all, he had not had what it took to hide the fact that he still loved her mother. he had did a great job all these years until delphine had learned where her mother was. she had seen it in his eyes when he talked how she had rolled down the hill of insanity slowly but surely and how she had fallen into the hands of her sickness. he still talked lovingly about her as the tears rolled down his cheeks and, from then on, the girl had known. she had been too young and not mature enough at that age to understand that her mother had been the love of his life, that he still had not let go of her completely. she was still deeply attached to his heart and, to get rid of her, he would have had to tear a piece of his heart out, leaving it behind with the memory he had held onto all those years. she knew exactly how it felt now. she had went through it, just as her father. it had not been quite as bad, she thought, but it had still ben horrible. there had been a time where she had seen herself finishing her life with harry, where she had seen the both of them with their children and grandchildren sitting on the porch of a house by the sea. but that dream had been ended abruptly when she had realised he did not love her as much as she loved him. he had torn a part of her heart out the day he left, leaving her with only his child to remember him and nothing else. daniella, their daughter, had helped her fill the hole he had left, but not completely. the day he came back to her, she thought everything could be alright again, that her dream could actually happen. she still was mad at him for leaving her and his child behind, but she knew that she could forgive him eventually if only he tried to make her forgive him. that had not seemed to be what he wanted, however, and she realised that after a bit. still, he took care of daniella and that was really all she could ask for. but the day he killed her.. another part of her heart was torn out, a even bigger one. and then she had to watch harry leave her again. she was destroyed and it had taken her quite a long time to get over it. but her father had been there through it all, holding onto her and helping her up every single time she fell and felt like abandonning. he was there to encourage her and got her into music. he was the one who gave a new start to her life. her hero was still there to save her and the second she was doing better enough to think straight, that was the very moment when she promised herself she would make him proud. delphine could not let elijah know any of these things, could she? what would he think of her then? he definitely not think of her the same way that he had until now. most people, when she told her the story of harry, daniella and herself, judged her for letting harry come back to her and ruin her life again. what could she have done? she loved him.. and she still did. she felt the tears start coming to her eyes when she looked down at her glass to make it seem as though she was thinking about the question elijah had asked. once she was certain the tears had been contained, she raised her eyes again and set them on him, smiling a little. there’s really nothing.. interesting to say about home. my dad is a priest. i spent most of my free time at church as a child. he’s the one that got me into music and uh.. that’s it.. she said, her voice growing lower and lower as she talked. she hoped with all of her heart that he would not pressure her into telling him more. it really was the last thing she wanted to do as of now. she decided to push the conversation into another direction instead of simply waiting there and doing absolutely nothing as she waited for his dreadful “nothing else?..” or something along those lines. and you? how was it? she asked, a plastic smile on her lips as she looked at him again, bringing her drink up to her mouth to force that fake smile off of her face. she hated being dishonnest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister maddox elijah evans, aka callieeeee. music , everything on my comp. outfit , clickers, bby.words , ONE THREE TWO FIVE. notes , guh, sorry it took so long. 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