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Post by VESPER JACE MONROE on Aug 30, 2010 13:05:21 GMT -5
 Pcture perfect memories scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] So the kid did have a point in one way… He was producing. Well learning to, he was still sort of an intern to his old producer… But he was in charge of Quinn’s band, so yeah, he wasn’t doing too badly. He definitely could have been worse, he could have been that musician that totally spiralled out, got into drugs and died of an overdose. Instead he’d gotten himself another job, one that at least had some contact with music, and the world he was once part of. It just… Wasn’t the same. Vesper felt like a wash-up. He felt like a member of those one-hit wonder boybands, the ones that had a five year run then faded to nothing. In a year would people even remember Sum Fusion? Would they even remember him? Probably not… He’d fade away into the dust, disappear. He’d be like Kevin from the Backstreet Boys… The guy that quit and ruined his band. Caused the death of a generation’s idols. Sort of… So yeah, he was doing okay money-wise… But he still felt awful about it all. Awful. He hated it, and he didn’t think that utter hatred would face anytime soon… Even with words like Nate’s.
“I guess I’m doing aright… And uh… Actually, as surprising as it may seem… If I was to be slumming, I’d usually go to Starbucks. I’m only here because I don’t know where the Starbucks is down here…” He admitted, raising a hand to scratch the back of his head with a small smile. “I was actually here because of the vintage guitar shop around the corner. “ He said, pointing over his shoulder. “It’s sort of a hobby, collecting guitars, so I was looking to see if there was anything new that caught my eye. Sometimes the owner gets in special Les Pauls for me in exchange for the publicity I used to give him.” He added, letting the smile grow a little. It was true, he did collect guitars. He loved them. A lot of people with his money would have collected cars, but not him. He had his R8, which was like his second child… But for the most part, he only blew his money on guitars… And the engagement ring. Sixteen thousand dollars… Yikes.
“I did want be in a band. I never wanted to be the main guy on stage, I guess I can sing… But the guitar was more my voice then my… Voice ever was. I was looking for a band gig, though I didn’t have my own band… Which is why I think I got lucky. If I had my own band, I wouldn’t have gotten my chance with Sum Fusion. But once I met the guys, it was like we’d always known each other. They were other guys that were in the same boat as me, musically talented with no back-up. Mash us together, add some bonding time and bam. You have a pop/rock hit.” He explained, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He missed it… Missed the days of hanging around with his band. He smirked a little, shaking his head. It was over. So he knew he had to stop missing it and get over it. “You know, I was actually heading back to the guitar shop, now that I’m in a better mood. You want to tag along?” Vesper offered.
He didn’t know why he offered… It sort of slipped out before he really thought about it. Oh well… It wasn’t like he had anything else to do… If the kid said yes anyway. Besides, Vesper had a feeling if he just left that Nate might just happen to show up there to ask more questions… So why not just invite him along. As much as Vesper brushed off the kid’s interest in getting big, he did kind of have hope for him. He never really encouraged people, simply because he knew how hard it was to achieve that dream. But he always had to have a little hope that those that wanted it bad enough would get there. He gestured forward with a hand, telling the kid to go ahead if he wanted. He waited, his ears tuning into the café’s radio just in time to hear something about a tragic accident taking out all of the jersey Shore cast. The hell? I’ll have to google it when I get home. Might be a good day after all. he thought to himself with a smirk.
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Post by NATHANIEL OLIVER DELUISE on Sept 3, 2010 9:40:17 GMT -5
 Nate didn't know what he'd do if he didn't go into music. He had no back-up plan. In fact, he didn't even know if he wanted to go to college or not. But at this rate, he knew he had to; what to do was the difficulty. Studying music could be an option, who knew; maybe by doing this he could get these connection's Vesper kept drumming on about and therefore get into the forefront of music. But this was risky. It was a one in a million chance of working. But then again, becomming a musician in general was a one in a million chance. What other option did he have? It wasn't like he was extremely passionate about anything else. Or even good enough at anything else to study it further at college. Sure math's was his forte at school, but studying it onwards? Nate grimaced at the thought, no thank you. He envied Olivia in a way for this. At least she wanted to do something that was obtainable. If she put in enough effort and was smart, making the right choices; which she obviously was, then she'd make it. And Nate knew she would. Whereas with him, it was all about luck and chance.
Nate smiled at his reply. He'd been into the Starbuck's earlier to talk to them about a job, though he'd been turned down there straight out there too. They wanted someone older if anyone to work there. Typical, college kids were his competition as he expected. Though then again, the starbuck's in here wasn't exactly the best, it was quite small, but then again, not many people went to the one in the Rockefeller centre, so less people would recognise him. Then again, it wasn't exaclty the worst job in the world. At least it was a job. Speaking of guitar's, Nate had one, just the one. An Epiphone DR-100 Acoustic Guitar, that he treasured. He couldn't afford another guitar, and this one he'd saved up for month's for. Listening to Vesper's stories made him jealous, he could afford any guitar he wanted, he could even collect them for fun. Whereas Nate had to settle for a cheap second-hand one. Which he was of course grateful for, but still. He nodded and listened to him anyway, obviously interested in Vesper's lifestyle. It was nice in a way that Vesper stuck to his passion, rather than spending his money he had earned on useless things, he spent it on guitar's. "Sounds cool," he replied, "All I collect is stamps," he added with a shrug, "I wish I could afford to collect guitars," he said solemnly. He didn't want Vesper to pity him though, so smiled anyway. Stamps had been his father's obsession, in which Nate had been forced to take up. Not so much that he was physically forced, more that he was pressured into liking it. He didn't, he never really would.
Nate was interested in his next story about Sum Fusion; Vesper had always wanted to be in a band. Whereas Nate knew he wanted to go solo. Not that he wanted allt he glory to himself, but he couldn't exaclty see himself in a band. Then again, he'd never tried it, so who knew? He definitely wasn't going to toss the idea away. And listening to Vesper opened his mind a little to the idea, it sounded like fun. "Do you still see the guys?" he asked plainly. Vesper seemed like he really did enjoy the time in a band. And so it made Nate wonder again, why exactly did Vesper give it up? They were still on a high, and yet it was over. They said their goodbye's and it was over. He hoped for Vesper's sake he was still friend's with the other member's of Sum Fusion, it'd be a shame if not. At Vesper's suggestion, Nate's eyes widened. Go to a guitar shop with Vesper Munroe, okay seriously, what had Nate done to deserve this, cause whatever it was; thank you karma. He nodded eagerly, "Sure, yeah, sounds good," he replied quickly, turning round and picking up his coffee. They'd been talking for a bit, so it'd cooled down so he was able to drink it fast, without choking this time. He turned back to Vesper, "Okay, let's go," he smiled up to him. He sounded and was acting like a child going to a candy store. In a way, he actually was, with his own version of Willy Wonka.
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Post by VESPER JACE MONROE on Sept 3, 2010 14:18:13 GMT -5
Pcture perfect memories scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore [/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Vesper almost laughed. Almost. He was so very close to laughing when Nate said something about collecting stamps. He didn’t know why that made him want to laugh… But it did. Stamp collecting seemed so very lame to Vesper, even if back in high school it was sort of expected that a loser like him would collect stamps. He didn’t, thankfully. He coughed a little to hold down the laugh and forced a smile to his face. “You’re still a kid. When I was your age I didn’t have the money to collect guitars. I saved up for my first acoustic, then got a new one for Christmas, and got an electric the year after. I collected picks.” He told Nate, as if trying to make him feel better. Sure, he could afford pretty much whatever he wanted these days, but back in the day? He didn’t have a job, he’d had wealthy parents. That didn’t mean he’d been spoiled, but his mom let him slide by funding whatever he needed. He’d collected guitar picks, of every color, thickness and brand. It wasn’t cool, but he still had the shoebox full, it was in his guitar room on the shelf that held the awards Sum Fusion won.
“The guys came from different places then me. I grew up in New York after I was about thirteen, Jareth was from Florida, Eric was from Montana and Dillon grew up in Arizona. We all lived in L.A. after the band was created, a couple still live there and Jareth went back to Florida. We don’t hang out a lot, but I see them now and then. In fact we went out partying last week. We used to pretty much live together though, had condos in the same building.” Vesper replied to Nate’s question of the guys. He missed hanging around with them all the time, on tour or in the studio. It’d been fun. Not to mention they’d had a ton of fun convincing the media that they were all saints of teen hood. Virgins that didn’t drink or smoke… Well Jareth had been a raging alcoholic at times, Dillon had a thing for weed and Vesper had a contest with Eric on who could do the most outrageous sex while on their first world tour. Good times… They’d been a lot more then what everyone had thought. Yeah. Good times.
Vesper couldn’t help but be mildly amused by the kid’s obvious eagerness towards the idea of hanging around a guitar shop with Vesper Monroe. At least the kid seemed to be truly passionate in what he did, and that kid of interested Vesper. That and he hadn’t had someone to rant and rave about guitar models with forever. He loved his New York pals, and his cousin… But none of them really understood. Carson didn’t really have that much interest in guitars, Sabina was clueless between the different between a Gibson and a Stratocaster and Jon… Well Ves didn’t know what to think about that guy. So maybe this was a test, just to see what the kid knew. And maybe it was just Vesper trying to dip back into what was his passion. “So what do you have? I mean, guitar-wise.” He asked, he figured the kid had to have at least one guitar if he wanted to be the next big thing. It was hard to be a musician without the right gear. When Ves had gotten his first demo done, the first thing he’d done was gotten his mother to buy him a really nice guitar. A ’68 Goldtop had been his choice.
“Just so you know, this is the best guitar shop in all of New York.” Vesper notified Nate as he pushed the door open, holding it for the kid. In Vesper’s opinion it was one of the best in the world… But he was biased. This was just where he liked to go, even when he was famous. Why? Because the owner hadn’t flaunted to him, hadn’t tried to give him free stuff for publicity, he’d treated him like a normal kid in his shop. Even chased him out for loitering once. Yeah. Chased a rock/pop star out for loitering. What a memory. Vesper was the one who’d offered a hand of partnership to the man. “Just don’t break anything. My girlfriend will kill me if I come home with another guitar… She already says I have too many…” He joked, grinning despite himself.
[/size] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Cred: Me || Song: Need You Now, Lady Antebellum || Words: 756 || Tag: OPEN |
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