#like you know how HARD IT IS to take pics of a drummer???? they make it on purpose to stay hidden under the set

[heavenknowsffs]

I had my wattpad moment last night when the drummer of a band i went to shoot looked at me like 3 times in the eyes in between songs (when i was already in the crowd)

[foliejpg]

It’s summer of 2001; Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “Yo, I know about music.”

And Patrick’s like “Yo, I know more about music.”

"That’s impossible! Do you wanna start a band?”

And Patrick’s like, “…Yeah… That’s cool.”

And then he’s like “Yo, this is a book store, it's not a music store!”

And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And they're like “Oh, let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green Day and fuckin’ Misfits and fuckin’ Ramones!

Pete said to Joe, “Yo, we gotta change this shit up! Yo, we’ve played all these bands; let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.”

And so Pete and Patrick are like “Yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer!

Patrick's like “Yo! I got a soul voice!”

And they're like “Wait, how do you have a soul voice?”

And he’s like “Yo, watch this: Yeah!”

And they’re like “Oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIGHT!”

And then they’re like: “Yo, that's fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it.

[Pete corrects Brendon]

It's called Evening Out With Your Girlfriend.

[Brendon ignores Pete]

With Your Ex-Girlfriend! It's called Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend!

It's called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and it's real and it doesn't matter.

And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo, what the FUCK! Yo, this is gonna be fuckin’ DOPE!”

So they made a record, and it was called: Take This To Your Grave.

They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in.

The four drummers they had come in were like: Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from Toto… The fourth one was like the guy from Papa Roach or something.

And they were like, “Yo, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This To Your Grave. Fuckin' record it.” And he did it, and he killed it.

He was like, Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh!

Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out!

[Brendon to Pete]

(You're getting a fucking tattoo right now! What the fuck is going on?!)

“We should get signed, to Fueled by Ramen. 'Cause these guys know what the fuck is going on.”

And they were like “Yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin' hard, we will sign you guys."

Pete was like ”Yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope, dude! It's called Take This To Your Grave.“

Hey, it's gonna be called From Under The Cork Tree, it's gonna be fuckin' huge.

And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and it's called (burp), this is called: 'Thnks fr th Mmrs,' '20 Dollar Nose Bleed,' and 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down.'

And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts.

Like: one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! TEN TO ONE!

From Under The Cork Tree sold like, four million records!

Ten million records!

Fifteen million records!

And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “That's good!”

Pete was like “Yo, fuck you! I can do whatever I want!”

Joe was like “Yeah, it's cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “Eh… Cool!”

And Pete was like "Makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that. I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful."

(-I'm good so far.

-You wanna spit one more time?

-Yeah, I do.

...Shut the fuck!..)

Pete was like “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!”

And then I saw the dick pic, and I was like “Eh, it's not bad. It's not a bad dick. Let’s be real.”

We made Rolling Stone one issue before Fall Out Boy. And Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed!

They were like “Yo, fuck you guys!”

They were like “Yo! Panic has the fucking cover of Rolling Stone? Yo, fuck these dudes! We're gonna fucking go miles above! We're gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!”

But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time.

Apparently, they were like: “Oh, shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it.

Dude, Pete was like "What the FUCK?”

Oh, you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. It's like, fuck you!

So From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin' have three, four years of awesomeness!

Like people are cumming on themselves, 'cause it's so big!

So Fall Out Boy was like, so Patrick’s like “Yo, we're gonna name this record From Under The Cork Tree and From Infinity On High.”

Pete was like “Yo, Folie à Deux means the Theatric of Two.”

Fall Out Boy was like “Yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “Yo, we gotta take a break bro”

And Patrick’s like, “I need time for my music! Uhhh!”

And Joe's like “Yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.”

And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin' metal bands.”

And they were like, “Alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long.

Three years long.

Three and a half?

We gotta fuckin’ come back man. We gotta come back strong!

(-You took my beer away, what the fuck?!

-No, you poured it all over yourself!

-Yeah, you poured it on yourself, man.)

We gotta make this shit legit. It's gonna be fuckin' dope. It's gonna go fuckin' sky high. We're gonna make a fuckin' record that sails the skies.

We're gonna call this record: Save Rock and Roll.

So they made "Alone Together", "Light 'Em Up", "Alone Together", "Phoenix".

And everyone’s like “What the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin' recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk!”

(-What the fuck is this on my shirt, did I puke on my shirt?

-No, you poured beer all over yourself.

-Oh god...)

Pete was like: “Yo, we're gonna end up on the tour with Panic! At The Disco and Twenty Pilots.”

(Burp, spit)

And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that is how the fucking story goes.

i can hear this fucking video

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

It’s summer of 2001; Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “Yo, I know about music.”

And Patrick’s like “Yo, I know more about music.”

"That’s impossible! Do you wanna start a band?”

And Patrick’s like, “…Yeah… That’s cool.”

And then he’s like “Yo, this is a book store, it's not a music store!”

And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And they're like “Oh, let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green Day and fuckin’ Misfits and fuckin’ Ramones!

Pete said to Joe, “Yo, we gotta change this shit up! Yo, we’ve played all these bands; let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.”

And so Pete and Patrick are like “Yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer!

Patrick's like “Yo! I got a soul voice!”

And they're like “Wait, how do you have a soul voice?”

And he’s like “Yo, watch this: Yeah!”

And they’re like “Oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIGHT!”

And then they’re like: “Yo, that's fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it.

[Pete corrects Brendon]

(It's called Evening Out With Your Girlfriend.)

[Brendon ignores Pete]

With Your Ex-Girlfriend! It's called Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend!

It's called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and it's real and it doesn't matter.

And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo, what the FUCK! Yo, this is gonna be fuckin’ DOPE!”

So they made a record, and it was called: Take This To Your Grave.

They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in.

The four drummers they had come in were like: Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from Toto… The fourth one was like the guy from Papa Roach or something.

And they were like, “Yo, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This To Your Grave. Fuckin' record it.” And he did it, and he killed it.

He was like, Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh!

Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out!

[Brendon to Pete]

(You're getting a fucking tattoo right now! What the fuck is going on?!)

“We should get signed, to Fueled by Ramen. 'Cause these guys know what the fuck is going on.”

And they were like “Yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin' hard, we will sign you guys."

Pete was like ”Yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope, dude! It's called Take This To Your Grave.“

Hey, it's gonna be called From Under The Cork Tree, it's gonna be fuckin' huge.

And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and it's called (burp), this is called: 'Thnks fr th Mmrs,' '20 Dollar Nose Bleed,' and 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down.'

And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts.

Like: one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! TEN TO ONE!

From Under The Cork Tree sold like, four million records!

Ten million records!

Fifteen million records!

And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “That's good!”

Pete was like “Yo, fuck you! I can do whatever I want!”

Joe was like “Yeah, it's cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “Eh… Cool!”

And Pete was like "Makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that. I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful."

(-I'm good so far.

-You wanna spit one more time?

-Yeah, I do.

...Shut the fuck!..)

Pete was like “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!”

And then I saw the dick pic, and I was like “Eh, it's not bad. It's not a bad dick. Let’s be real.”

We made Rolling Stone one issue before Fall Out Boy. And Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed!

They were like “Yo, fuck you guys!”

They were like “Yo! Panic has the fucking cover of Rolling Stone? Yo, fuck these dudes! We're gonna fucking go miles above! We're gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!”

But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time.

Apparently, they were like: “Oh, shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it.

Dude, Pete was like "What the FUCK?”

Oh, you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. It's like, fuck you!

So From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin' have three, four years of awesomeness!

Like people are cumming on themselves, 'cause it's so big!

So Fall Out Boy was like, so Patrick’s like “Yo, we're gonna name this record From Under The Cork Tree and From Infinity On High.”

Pete was like “Yo, Folie à Deux means the Theatric of Two.”

Fall Out Boy was like “Yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “Yo, we gotta take a break bro”

And Patrick’s like, “I need time for my music! Uhhh!”

And Joe's like “Yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.”

And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin' metal bands.”

And they were like, “Alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long.

Three years long.

Three and a half?

We gotta fuckin’ come back man. We gotta come back strong!

(-You took my beer away, what the fuck?!

-No, you poured it all over yourself!

-Yeah, you poured it on yourself, man.)

We gotta make this shit legit. It's gonna be fuckin' dope. It's gonna go fuckin' sky high. We're gonna make a fuckin' record that sails the skies.

We're gonna call this record: Save Rock and Roll.

So they made "Alone Together", "Light 'Em Up", "Alone Together", "Phoenix".

And everyone’s like “What the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin' recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk!”

(-What the fuck is this on my shirt, did I puke on my shirt?

-No, you poured beer all over yourself.

-Oh god...)

Pete was like: “Yo, we're gonna end up on the tour with Panic! At The Disco and Twenty Pilots.”

(Burp, spit)

And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that is how the fucking story goes.

The loading screen is frozen I …

h uh ?

[wednesdaythesecond]

5

6

16

18

5: Do you take drugs?

nah, i'm edge

6: Age you get mistaken for

strangely, 15 and 24 exactly are the ones i get the most

16: I’ll love you if

you listen to me explain the plots of fanfics i swear i'll get around to writing one day

18: Most traumatic experience

It’s summer of 2001...

Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do you wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like “ yo, this is a book store it's not a music store!”

And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like “ oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green Day and fuckin’ Misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!”

And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out!

“We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.“ Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts.

Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful."

Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you!

So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.”

And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes.

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the 29th of March, which means that today is the day where one of my favourite drummers was born.

Happy birthday Harin! 🥳

Here's the collage I made for him ☺️

I really had fun with this. I wanted to make a REALLY special collage for him, since he's born the day after me (we're almost birthday twins 😭) and we're both under the aries sign.

Did I exaggerate a bit with the pictures? 🤣

Well, now you can admire every shape of him 🥴😌

Ok, enough with the funny talking, it's time for the letter.

Talking about Harin means, again, talking about why I love bands in general. Before discovering K-pop and k-bands in general, I was very into tech-death metal. Now, this metal genre is very heavy and hard to listen but, if you pay enough attention, you immediately notice how the drums are one if not the most important instruments. You can't do that genre if your drummer doesn't have a good technique.

And when I recognized Harin's technique? When listening to Montage_ obviously. I love that song especially for two reasons, and the first is Harin's drums. His aggressive rythm is probably one of the first thing that I heard immediately besides Kanghyun's riffs. I was thrilled by it. For this reason, he became my second bias after CyA (and let's say that I should also thank some pictures of him 🤣 Working out helps a lot).

Little story time now. While I was watching Onewe's pics I always thought Harin was one if not the most introverted member of the group. You wonder why? Must admit it was his way of smiling. Since his smile is always very timid I thought he was introvert, so imagine my shook when I discovered his MBTI and he had the E of extrovert in it. I was literally like "What? An extrovert? Him? Seriously?". I was naive at the time, I must admit. In the exact moment I started to watch some extra Onewe content I understood why he was labelled like that. He's the one who brings chaos most of the time while being a goofball. If you watched some clips from the recent fansign you know what I'm talking about. He can't dance and despite that he decides to dance anyway because he's having fun with the members. I love him for this. And how I can talk about Harin without mentioning the beautiful friendship he has with Kanghyun? He's the extroverted friend I always wanted to have: someone who respects your boundaries and your spaces, who makes sure you feel better first, someone who can rely on.

And how can I not talk about how he sees Onewe as a whole? I don't know you but Harin is for me the member who sees the band as a second family more than the others. I will never forget how, during the last concert the members made all together, he tried to not cry until he bursted into tears after everyone read their letters to both Yonghoon and Kanghyun. I felt that. Kanghyun and Yonghoon aren't just two members for him but two good friends (Kanghyun especially), two brothers who made his days more brighter and precious. Even if he knew it, he couldn't be stoic like he always does when he's on the stage. He needed to express his sadness and how much he would have missed them during these months. And I think every Weve felt his emotions at the time.

My dear Harin, thank you so much for taking care of our maknaes while the Leader Line is doing their duty for the country. I know it wasn't easy for you at the beginning but I assure you that you made a wonderful job. If I saw both Dongmyeong and Giuk being this happy last year is thanks to you. I think both Yonghoon and Kanghyun know that too. Thank you for being a big, comfy safe space for us during this year. Thank you for protecting us. Thank you for being one the kindest person I ever met during my k-pop journey.

Hope you'll celebrate this day with the members and your family too. Take this day to take a rest and to enjoy the little and happy things in life. You deserve it.

Happy birthday, my sweet giant 💚

[moyokeansimblr]

Yesterday I watched a ts3 CAS video on youtube and it made me want to download heaps of CC so I racked my brain for a good excuse. I love making male sims in all the games so I originally thought of just making a few boys to live together.

Then it hit me:

Why don't I reboot my favorite household I ever made in ts3? They were a never-aging band called the FirEnds and I loved them. I played them constantly between 2012-2014, so I thought it could be fun to give them 2022 CC looks especially since I have no remaining CC left from that era of time. Unfortunately that means I can't do before & after pics although I'll throw in the only screenie I still have of all 4 of them. I never took screenshots back then, sadly.

Okay are you ready? Yeah I know it shows absolutely nothing 👍

They didn't even have CC skin because I made them at a time when I had no CC. Then they somehow ended up like this. But anyways let's get on to their 2022 reboots, shall we? I gave them CC skin but made no other changes to their faces. They were all covered in tattoos which I removed so that I have fresh canvases to tat up during play. I don't have very much male CC yet so I'll likely tweak them even more as I go.

Get ready for questionable names, long hair, and eyeliner. Had to keep them true to their 2012-2014 selves. I did my best to dress them the way they would have back then.

✨✨✨

Name: Khristian Villareal

Sexuality: Undefined

Khristian is the band's bassist and besides that only ever worked part-time jobs. He's had a few girlfriends but nothing serious. He likes nerdy things, dogs, and brunettes. He is a weird guy in the best type of way. Others often find him hard to understand because he spends most of his time in his own world.

🎮

Name: Manchester Hillguard

Sexuality: Straight

Manchester is the band's guitarist, but he is also a solo Vocal Legend. He has a preference for ultra-glam, big-busted blondes and would be a Romance aspiration were this sims 2. He's the most masculine of the group and sometimes isn't the most friendly. He cares deeply about his appearance and it's canon that he may have had an ED in the past.

💋

Name: Adrian Mistine

Sexuality: Gay

Adrian is the band's drummer but also a World-Renowned Surgeon! He is extremely smart but tends to dumb himself down to match everyone around him. He's naturally blonde but has had every color and style hair imaginable. He's the only one of the 4 who had any significant long-term relationships. He fluctuates between a sort of muted-goth aesthetic and hot-pink drag queen. Those around him would describe him as having the biggest heart ever.

🌷

Name: Nicky Holmstedt

Sexuality: Does it matter if nobody ever wants him?

Nicky is the band's keyboardist and occasionally sells paintings on the side. Real jobs and actually working isn't his thing. Nicky started out with an aesthetic closer to Khristian's however as Adrian is the only person to actually understand him (his words, not mine), overtime he began mimicking Adrian's style and then put his own spin on it. He's had absolutely terrible luck with women. He smokes. He comfort eats. He likes cats. If sims had mental illness he'd be depressed.

🦇

It took me way too long to do this so I don't get to actually play tonight 😓 Tomorrow I'm going to make them potential partners to live in the world and then I think send them to university right away as opposed to at the very end like I did with their 2012-2014 equivalents. These 4 sims are clones of the originals so they have no relationships, no skills, no progress. However I do intend to take them down similar or identical paths to how they were. It's just their old save was a complete mess.

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Fri 11 June ‘21

LT band news! Guitarist Isaac posted a pic of himself with the other guitarist and bassist, plus LTHQ team member Jessie! Things are happening…idk what things, but THINGS! We know tour shows aren’t for a long while now so what might they be rehearsing or meeting for? Hopes are up that it could be to do promo for a single!! But really whatever it is would be exciting as hell. The shopping list for the recipe Louis will be following for his video is out and it does not look like it’ll be challenging- it’s a fish finger sandwich! I’m a little confused by the addition of waffles (not to mention sugar) in the ingredient list but overall how hard can it be right? I guess we’ll find out. And a fan who met Louis the other day says she had him write HOME for a tattoo and “told him that the song is extremely important for the whole lgbtq+ community” and that he “smiled and said thank you and bless you darling,” and we got more video from yesterday of him out by the studio; he was wearing the skull/ laurel/ rose/ triangle ‘new era’ cap again, nice, and how appropriate for the exciting LT2 era things he is cooking up (not the fish fingers, the other stuff.)

The much hyped Our Song behind the scenes video is finally here! We see the part where Niall pretends to be afraid of the dog that was hired to bark at him, but as we were told, the dog does not bark and was therefore fired; maybe the poor dog was just starstruck, leave her alone! Plus Niall and Anne are cute and look to be having fun, of course. And last night Niall was papped in Hollywood, looking good in all black with gucci loafers, oh lala.

Behind the scenes videos hype continues, with one for Lima’s NFT as well- it opens with a voiceover saying “stop being scared of who you are, you’re not negative you’re vulnerable” and other uplifting soundbites, then shows Liam drawing and walking in a beautiful forested glade, but mostly in his house he recently moved out of- Winston the dog has a sleeping-in-the-background cameo- and he and the other collaborators (musician Zedd and animator Gabe Damast) talk about how they worked out the concepts over zoom and tell us about Liam’s concept for the piece. They also talk about (and show one of) the physical objects and fancy packaging for it that they’ve made to sell along with the NFT, presumably because simply buying bragging rights of ownership of an intangible digital item isn’t actually terribly satisfying, so they need to provide some actual thing. Besides the dinner in Vegas that the buyers will be invited to join them at that is; we also learn more about that and oh my GOD wtf… uh I mean what they said is that it will take place in a literal glass box in the middle of the resort I honestly didn’t know they could make it sound MORE UNPLEASANT to me holy crap, not even to hug Liam would I do that. Liam also did a live where he tells us some stuff we already knew about Louis and Harry; about Louis he said that he’s working on music right now and “god he’s got long hair now doesn’t he”, I KNOW RIGHT, and about Harry that “he looks great in his policeman uniform,” Liam you WOULD like that, and “name a man who can pull off every look.”

Harry followed musician Pauli the PSM on insta. And as he’s often used his follows to tell us about people he is working with/ preparing something with one always wonders… For example as his scheduled shows for this year draw ever nearer with no rescheduling announcement yet, we’re all becoming impatient to know if he’s planning to play any of them this year. And if so, I know I wouldn’t be at all surprised if brand new mom Sarah Jones chose to sit a few out, so today’s follow of a British drummer… well, <eyeballs emoji>, right?! Honestly though it could be for any reason, that’s just wild speculation.

[dearly]

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least 4 times a week so like. between 24-30 hours a week Pete Wentz (7:07:09 PM): Nice Pete Wentz (7:07:21 PM): I am gonna come to the show Ryan Ross (7:08:13 PM): we wish we could more often. but school is getting in the way. and it sucks cause parents think its a waste of time playing music and want me to focus on school. im sure you know how that is. Ryan Ross (7:08:23 PM): thanks alot man really Pete Wentz (7:08:55 PM): I do Pete Wentz (7:09:05 PM): What are peoples reactions to it Ryan Ross (7:10:04 PM): some good some bad. everyone is so into post hardcore stuff these days that some kids just brush it off. which is fine but then some kids like it cause its a little different i guess Pete Wentz (7:11:30 PM): Can that kid sing live? Ryan Ross (7:12:54 PM): yeah, he's been taking voice lessons for a little bit so thats starting to help him Pete Wentz (7:13:19 PM): Is he on? I mean on here he sounds awesome Ryan Ross (7:14:21 PM): yeah he's on pitch, we recorded that stuff with like a 100 dollar vocal mic. the only effects we used was pretty much reverb on the main parts. Pete Wentz (7:14:42 PM): Yeah sounds good kind of like patrick Pete Wentz (7:14:47 PM): I like it Ryan Ross (7:16:57 PM): yeah thats the only thing we get that alot. and thats just how the kid sings. we like your band but we dont want to sound like you guys, or be compared to fob all the time you know? but yeah he is aware that kids say he sounds like patrick so he's just trying different vocal stuff sometimes. Pete Wentz (7:19:06 PM): Here's the thing if I show you guys interest a lot of crappy labels are gonna come and do the same and I don't want a huge mess out there. I mean how interested are you guys in going fulltime when you can Pete Wentz (7:19:19 PM): Yeah you'll get eh patrock thing but how many people. Sound like hime Ryan Ross (7:19:47 PM): so you really think we've got potential then? Pete Wentz (7:19:54 PM): I do Ryan Ross (7:20:05 PM): i've wanted to play in a band for my job ever since i started high school at least. Ryan Ross (7:20:07 PM): we all want to do this Ryan Ross (7:21:05 PM): its like i cant put enough dedication into anything exept playing guitar and writing Pete Wentz (7:23:01 PM): I'm with you Ryan Ross (7:24:05 PM): but yeah. i cant see myself doing anything else but playing in a band, cause every job i've ever had ive hated it Pete Wentz (7:24:57 PM): You don't have a picture of the band Ryan Ross (7:25:44 PM): no, but if you need it i could have my buddy take some tomorrow at practice Pete Wentz (7:26:58 PM): That would be rad Ryan Ross (7:27:37 PM): okay we'll take some Ryan Ross (7:28:08 PM): are you online much? Pete Wentz (7:33:12 PM): Sometimes Ryan Ross (7:33:35 PM): okay, i was just wondering if this was your email incase you arent on i'll just send them Pete Wentz (7:34:17 PM): Yeah send it here for sure Ryan Ross (7:34:36 PM): okay Ryan Ross (7:34:55 PM): dude this better not be a joke, it better be you Pete Wentz (7:35:12 PM): It is Pete Wentz (7:35:34 PM): But there are a lot of fakers out there Ryan Ross (7:35:55 PM): okay. yeah i know someone has shown me like fake journals of you and stuff. thats creepy Ryan Ross (7:36:10 PM): thats why i asked if it was you for sure Pete Wentz (7:36:32 PM): This guy who is iming me is your manager Ryan Ross (7:37:03 PM): is it xxxtoughffxxx ? Pete Wentz (7:37:22 PM): Yeah Ryan Ross (7:37:38 PM): i dont know if he's our manager. he's our friend, he's been helping us out with a website, merch and the show in victorville Ryan Ross (7:38:35 PM): he's starting a company up and he wants to help us out Pete Wentz (7:43:04 PM): Ah I got t Pete Wentz (7:43:32 PM): It Pete Wentz (7:43:37 PM): You guys are awesome and if its what I think it is I want ti to be thenext academy Ryan Ross (7:44:58 PM): wow thanks alot. i hope you like the stuff live, its not completely different but it is different. i mean the singing is the same and all that. Pete Wentz (7:47:46 PM): cool Pete Wentz (7:48:06 PM): You guys look good. The chicks gonna be swooning? Ryan Ross (7:48:38 PM): once we get

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[mickmarstookmyheart]

More Espresso, Less Despresso

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Summary: You have a decent conversation with your mom about Mick.

(pic from Pinterest)

You couldn't recall when was the last time you laughed that much while you were at the studio with the Crüe. Tommy was a total goofball, Nikki was kind yet a bit high, and Vince was like a gay friend you were aching for years. Doc seemed the smartest one among them, of course, beside Mick. After you all ate the food you had brought they started to tell stories of the previous concerts and backstage moments. You had a deja vu but not in a good way. Memories and feelings crossed your mind as the hours passed.

"Are you alright? You look a bit pale." Mick asked with a concerned look in his eyes. You had been quiet in the last ten minutes and he noticed it. At first, he thought it was because of your introverted self, but then he saw the tears in your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You sighed blinking fast to get rid of the tears. You didn't want to be weak. You wanted to forget that whole era of your life. And now, you were in the same deep pit.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Vince yelled, putting his feet on the table. "You are coming with us right?" The blood froze in your veins and you even forgot how to breathe properly. You gulped then put a smile on.

"I don't know, Vince. I barely know you and-"

"That's the point! We want to get to know you." You weren't the most spontaneous one. At least, not anymore. Joining a band on tour after one day was quite a big deal. And your mother wouldn't be so happy either. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you wanted to tag along. You had enough.

"Vinnie, you met her hours ago. You couldn't force her to come with us." Nikki said. "Right, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah." You smiled.

"Well, you know where we are going so feel free to come and see us on a show." Vince winked and drank from his beer.

"Just call me and I will give you a pass." Doc added.

"Thanks, guys, really. But I think I gotta go now." You jumped down from the top of the piano and headed to the door.

"Why so soon?" Tommy pouted standing in front of you blocking the way. He didn't help your situation. You felt horrible and just wanted to go home.

"Please, Tommy." You said shyly. But he didn't move just smirked. You knew he just joked but you weren't in the mood.

"Drummer. Let her go." Mick snapped from behind earning a sigh from Tommy. He stepped aside but patted your back.

"See you soon." He grinned and hopped down on the couch next to his Terror Twin. They were so kind, you hated yourself for leaving. However, you know that you wouldn't enjoy yourself. You wouldn't be able to distract yourself from the memories they all brought back.

"Bye, guys!" You waved and left the room with Mick by your side. After he closed the door you let out a long breath you didn't realize you were holding. You didn't say a word until you weren't in the streets again. "I'm sorry." Mick turned to you while walking with raised brows.

"For what?"

"For leaving so early." You shrugged and adjusted your coat tighter. "I didn't feel like a good company."

"Yeah, I saw that something was up. Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head as a no. You weren't ready to talk about that. You didn't want to tell him the reason you moved there with your mom. Why you were the girl reading in a café. The introvert one, the shy one. Why you had to hide behind this disguise.

"Everything is alright, Mick. Nothing serious, I promise." You showed your most believable smile which he loved. He noticed that you were lost in your thoughts and those thoughts made you sad. He saw that something snapped suddenly after Vince asked but he didn't want to ask there. He asked it now but you didn't feel like telling him and he respected that.

"Got it." He stopped and stood in front of you. "But if you are feeling down or wanna talk about anything I'm here, okay?" He rested his hands on your shoulders. "And it's the most obvious thing to talk to each other every night, right?"

"Of course. Though I will miss my caffeine buddy." You sighed.

"Well, if you visit us at one of our concerts I will take you to the finest café nearby and we will drink a huge amount of that!"

"Pinky Promise?" You asked pointing at him.

"Sure, whatever it is." He looked puzzled but chuckled anyways when you intertwined your little finger with his. "Then you have to promise to me that you will come to a concert as soon as possible."

"I promise." You winked and continued walking home.

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"Hey, mom!" You yelled as soon as you stepped in the house and hung your coat.

"Hello, honey! I'm in the kitchen!" She shouted back as she was flipping pancakes. You sniffed in the air and hummed from the delicious smell. You stepped next to her and placed a kiss on her cheek making her smile. You loved your mom more than anyone, even yourself. She was there for you when you needed the most, where you needed the most. She always knew how to cheer you up and make you happy. She knew you better than yourself.

"Smells good." You smirked.

"Thanks. So where have you been? How was your day?" She asked glancing at you while placing the pancake on a plate.

"The café." You lied. Well, you didn't lie just didn't tell your whole day. "Read a book, drank a cappuccino as always."

"Sounds interesting. And boring. Why don't you find a book club so you can meet new people?"

"I like being on my own." You said filling your mouth full with pancakes sitting on the counter. You tried to distract the topic but it was hell hard. "And what about you, mom?"

"But it's not healthy being alone all the time." She insisted making you groan and roll your eyes. "Don't grimace, young lady. And yes, you need to find new friends. Who may help you forget the old ones..." She sighed.

"I like the old ones. But you are right. I need to forget them as all those years from that era." You lowered your head staring at your black leather boots. She was right you knew that. And you did find friends just not the right ones. The guys didn't help you forget, on the contrary. "But enough about me. Do you like your new workplace? Is your boss handsome?"

"Hey!" She threw the kitchen towel right on your face from that last statement. "And to answer your question...FUCK YES! He is tall, dark-haired, and has blue eyes..."

"So basically, your type." You giggled watching her faking fainting.

"Girl, you know me so well!" She laughed. "And his voice...I can listen to it for eternity." She sighed hearts all around her head.

"Then, you are in the best position you can ever be. Being his assistant means hearing his thunderous voice. All. Day. Long." You pointed at her with your fork stressing the last words.

"Don't play with me. And? What about you? Don't tell me you haven't met Prince Charming in that café you go to every day." She glanced at you, but you were staring down avoiding eye contact. "So you've already met him, haven't you?" She asked in a low voice.

"You could say that." You jumped down from the counter and headed upstairs but your mother grabbed your wrist before you could reach the stairs. You didn't know if you should tell her or not. You have a deep connection with your mom, you told everything to each other so she would listen to you. However, her reaction would be quite controversial.

"(Y/N). I could see that there is something wrong." She placed her hand on your cheek giving you a warm smile. "Come. Let's eat then you can tell me everything."

"I'm not hungry. I will start now. So there is a guy." You began.

"Let me guess. Black hair, sarcasm, music lover. Am I right?" Your mom interrupted.

"Damn, mom!" You snapped glaring at her.

"Okay, I will shut it. But was I right?"

"Of course, you were, goddamn. He came to me at that café while I was reading and we started to talk. We have many things in common, more than we should, actually. He is kind, generous, and is a great company." Your stomach did a backflip just thinking about it. At the same time, your heart was aching since you knew it won't be the same. It wasn't your café, not your usual coffee, not the squeaking chair you usually sat on and not the old-fashioned table with the blue cloth covering it.

"Sounds good to me." She frowned.

"Promise me you won't freak out." You looked deep in her eyes making sure she understood what you asked. She nodded so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself. "He is a musician, more precisely, he plays in a rock band. And I know what will you say but please let me finish it!"

"Alright." She swallowed and clenched her jaws.

"They are leaving town tomorrow and when they asked me if I would like to join...I said no. Did you hear me? I said no!" You gripped her hand firmly. You didn't like when she was making that face and it broke your heart. She was disappointed, sad, furious at the same time if that was possible. "I won't meet them again if you tell me not to. But please let me meet Mick once more. Just once so I can say goodbye." You sobbed.

"Honey, you don't need permission for that." She gave you a half-smile. "I trust you, I believe that you know what is good for you. And you are an adult now, you can do whatever you like. Things happened in the past, that's why we moved here. To leave those awful and horrible events which occurred there." She gulped and pressed her eyes together trying to erase those memories from her mind. Drugs, booze, rock and roll, death.

"I love you, mom and I'm so grateful. To have such an understanding and strong mom like you." You stood up, walked over to her, and hugged her tightly. She was the strongest person you've ever known. She lost a son, you lost a brother. And still, she managed to put a smile on her face whenever you felt down, desperate. Moved to another city, found a new job, and continued being the coolest mom on Earth.

"Your brother would be so proud." She sighed letting you go. Despite the fact that your brother overdosed, she still talked about him like it hadn't been his fault. She got over it and tried to remember her son as he was before the drugs. Lively, creative, and cheerful.

"So, this means I can visit them? On the tour?" You asked with full of hope.

"If you can take care of yourself and avoid all those things, then, of course, darling. I want you to be happy and somehow that guy makes you that. I can see it in your eyes and the way you talk about him." She smirked.

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Days, weeks, months passed. Lonely days, sitting in the café, reading books. Every time the bell rang above the door you glanced up to see who it was. It wasn't him. You have pretty mixed feelings. Although your mother was okay with it, you just couldn't make your finger pushed those buttons on the telephone. Every time you tried, you just put the phone back to its place and continued suffering.

On the other hand, you were afraid. Scared to see them using drugs and killing themselves with it. You wouldn't survive. You have already seen your brother passing out on the couch while injecting heroin in his veins and it was the most horrible thing you've ever gone through. You shook your head to get rid of the memory and kept on reading. Hours went by and you were about to read the last page when a shadow covered all the lights.

"A moment, David. I'm on the last page then you can close the café." You said not leaving the page.

"Hey, (Y/N)." A familiar voice echoed making you drop the book and gulp.

"Mick?!" You literally jumped up from the chair on him. "Wh-what at you doing here?" He hummed feeling your arms around him and the scent of your hair.

"I was missing my soulmate." He smirked not letting you go. "Cause she didn't visit me against the fact she promised me. And it was even a pinky promise! An unbreakable vow, we are talking about." He chuckled making you grin.

"Well, the tour hasn't ended, has it?"

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[zambie-trashart]

I Can't Help It pt 1

Phanfics Masterlist

This is a Julie and the Phantoms fic. I love Alex and I think he and Carrie would get along well. He looked like he had fun dancing with her so now he’s joining her maybe even permanently. Welp have fun reading. (I accidentally deleted this entire thing the first time I started writing it.)

Please ask for tags in this part of the pic so I know who I’ve tagged and who I haven’t tagged.

Summary: Alex is worried, he’s worried for the future, his past, Willie, the band. He’s so worried that when he goes out to find himself and starts missing practice, he gets kicked from the band. It’s not like they had been friends for years and Alex doesn’t have a place to stay, except that’s exactly what it looks like. Alex goes to stay with a friend and may even end up making a new friend. (post season one the boys can be seen when they want to)

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Alex was late, again. It wasn’t his fault, he was having fun in his newly visible body. He was having a new kind of fun in the LA scene, one that his friends couldn’t really give him and that was why he was having this conversation right now with two of his oldest friends and one new friend that he thought loved him.

“Alex, you’re kidding right, this is the sixth time you’ve been late for practice,” Luke said getting in his face.

“I get it but maybe we shouldn’t be having so many practices cause maybe it’s taking a lot out of some of us,” Alex said curling in on himself.

“Oh, it’s been hard on you? Reggie can’t see his parents and he has nowhere to go. Some of us aren’t lucky Alex, maybe we should find a new drummer,” Luke said. Julie and Reggie looked up in shock. Alex felt tears prick at the edge of his eyes no matter how much he insisted that he wasn’t an emotional person, he was the most sensitive out of the group.

“Maybe you should.” Alex just poofed out of the room and Luke stared at where he used to be before sinking to the ground on his knees not crying but mourning the loss of his friend. Reggie reached out to touch his shoulder but he got up and stormed out of the room.

Julie looked around her feeling tears come to her eyes and flow over. “Alex never had the most freedom, his parents were crazy religious and that showed when he came out to them a few days before we played the Orpheum. They almost didn’t let him go but he snuck out and they figured that they couldn’t stop him.” Reggie stopped to breathe. “Alex was always shy, reserved but Luke brought out, what does Flynn like to call it? His inner queen? Yeah, but the point is he broke out of his shell and now that he;s no longer in the band, he’s going to feel like letting that out somewhere. I just hope it’s not with Caleb. Alex never told Luke that he’s been looking for Willie while testing out the new limitations of his body. He’s worried about him and he has the right to be. I hope he doesn’t do something he regrets.” Reggie looked down.

“He’ll come back to us eventually, I know it,” Julie said sitting down next to Reggie who smiled up at her. They both reminded themselves to make Luke pay later.

Alex sat on a leather couch in a big house, Bobby’s house watching Carrie rehearse with her dancers. She never yelled at them despite her rough exterior.

“It would be so much cooler if we had a guy in the group,” Kayla said sighing.

“Let’s run it again, it has to be perfect,” Carrie said helping her friends stand again to practice one more time. Alex bounced slightly wanting to join this time and standing behind Carrie. She walked forward and Alex followed and snaked left swerving her right leg slightly bouncing to the music and Alex did the opposite going down further than her. He copied all her moves keeping up adding his own flair when he could before crashing back on her couch.

“Man it would be so fun to dance with them all the time,” Alex said watching as the girls clapped excitedly for themselves. Alex poofed up to the rooftop looking over the city. He wanted to hear distant wheels of a skateboard and rest his head on a strong shoulder attached to a head that wasn’t afraid of getting him out of his comfort zone. That guy would have said go for it. Dance with the girls cause you can do anything you put your mind to Hotdog. Alex wiped a tear from his eye looking back out at the city one more time. He didn’t know where to go so he stayed on the roof laying back looking at the stars.

Carrie woke up in the morning and found a body of a boy outside her house. He couldn’t have been much younger than her. She called out to her dad who ran outside and carried the boy in placing him on the couch before taking a closer look at him.

“Alex?” Trevor asked and he told Carrie to get dressed for school. Alex groaned going to sit up but hitting Trevor in the head with his own.

“Bobby?” Alex asked holding his head which now hurt just a bit from slamming it into Bobby’s head. Carrie walked down the stairs and out to her car giving the boy on her couch one last worried glance.

“Have a nice day at school sweetheart,” Trevor said and Alex tried his best not to laugh.

“Tell me how he turns out ok?” Carrie asked and her father gave a nod as she walked out.

“She seems nice,” Alex said and Bobby gave him a stern look. “You know I’m gay,” Alex gave him a look back.

“Just tell me why you’re here,” Bobby said.

“I have nowhere to go, Luke kicked me out of the band, I can’t go back to Caleb cause he’ll just use me to get the others, I can’t find Willie so I came to you cause you’re still my friend even if we all died,” Alex said and he started to feel tears roll down his face again.

“Luke is an asshole, you can stay here as long as you want, Carrie has always wanted a brother,” Bobby said ruffling Alex’s hair smiling a little.

“Really?” Alex asked and Bobby nodded gesturing for him to follow upstairs. There was a spare room it was a nice rose color with a king bed and clothes that wouldn’t fit Alex but they could fix that later. Alex hugged Bobby as tight as he could and Bobby just hugged him back feeling tears well in his eyes at the sight of at least one of his friends coming to see him.

Julie walked into school and saw that Carrie looked a little out of it. She wasn’t terrorizing Flynn and Julie like she normally was.

“She seems a little more like an airhead than usual,” Flynn said laughing and Carrie heard and just stomped off.

“There’s something up with her,” Julie said and Luke poofed in with Reggie not that far behind. “Did you find him?” Julie said looking at Flynn so she wasn’t called crazy… again.

“We can’t find Alex anywhere, it’s like he’s gone. We haven’t checked Caleb’s and we don’t know where Willie would be but at this point we have to assume the worst and just say he’s with Caleb working for him for eternity to get away from us.

Carrie had snuck around back to listen to Julie’s one-sided conversation.

“Poor Alex, this is all your fault Luke, you have to keep looking for him,” Julie said getting pissed.

“We’ve searched everywhere even clubs that he would be too young to get into anyway.” Luke and Reggie just poofed away when she directed an anger flued gaze at them.

“Wait, Alex is missing, what are you going to do without a drummer?” Flynn asked.

“I don’t know but I’m worried about him, Luke blew up at him yesterday cause Alex misses his boyfriend who is missing by the way,” Julie said and Flynn just slammed her head into a wall. The two made it through classes with the boys in the back watching them begging for forgiveness silently. They truly had no idea that Alex was having the time of his life or well afterlife at least.

Bobby took Alex through stores and even though Alex said he didn’t need anything, he told him that unless he wanted Carrie to take him shopping he better at least pick out a few shirts and pants. Pink shirts, white ripped jeans, pink Adidas sneakers, and caps were brought into the house and Carrie arrived home at the same time.

“Carrie, meet Alex, Alex this is Carrie.” The two shook hands and Alex just looked nervously at the ground after letting go of her hand. “Alex, do you mind going upstairs and putting this stuff away while I talk to Carrie for a bit?” Bobby asked and Alex nodded, getting that he needed to talk to his daughter about this huge change.

“What’s going on dad?” Carried asked hoping that Alex was going to stay with them.

“Alex ran away from home, his parents don’t approve of some of his choices in who he gets involved with romantically. His father is an old friend of mine but obviously we share a few differences in our view on the way the world works.” Carrie looked at her father in shock, he had never shown that much compassion for someone other than Julie and Rosa when she was alive.

“Can I go see him?” Carrie asked not even waiting for permission running up the stairs.

“Yeah just be nice!” Trevor yelled after his daughter knowing how easily frightened Alex could be.

Carrie stood outside Alex’s room and looked through the door hearing a song on and saw the boy dancing, he was good. Carrie watched as he struck a pose before clapping walking in as he adjusted himself shying away.

“No, that was good, you have a few technique flaws but we can work those out if you want to join my group. It might help you come out of your shell a little more than you are now,” Carrie said walking over to the boy who was sitting on the edge of the bed head in his hands.

“Are you sure you want me?” Alex asked looking up at her from the bed.

“Positive, now let’s get you ready for practice.” Carrie pulled him up and he laughed a little relieved. Carrie was so nice to him and he knew why, she had a little Bobby in her and that part of her was shining through with him just like it did with Bobby. He never got mad about Alex liking guys it just meant more girls for Bobby. She was just like him and at that point Alex only cared that he didn’t mess up the choreography.

He stood in the living room in front of four girls his hand glued to Carrie’s. He gulped and the girls just ran up to him hugging him jumping a little.

“Let’s fix everything.” Alex had no idea how much those words meant to him on a deeper level.

“Yeah.”

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Capratone, The Asteroids & The Metronoids (for Beginners)

Tracks & Traces #13: I’ve been planning to write about the music of Capratone, The Asteroids and The Metronoids for sometime and have finally gotten around to it (somehow its been almost 3 years since the last T&T). The link between these bands is Andrew Lyster (now living in Brussels) and as I will explain, he kindly answered some of my questions for this hybrid Tracks & Traces. Since originally publishing this piece Richie Kelly of Capratone has also similarly added valuable information I would never have been able to share otherwise. Usually I just depend on my memory, the records, press cuttings and any surviving notes I took  from the times but as I got deeper into the story there were too many question marks about line-ups (pre-Capratone), the issue of a possible ‘lost’ Capratone album and don’t even get me started about The Metronoids!  At time of writing most of this music is hard if not impossible to find streaming online and I couldn’t even locate any band photos or videos either. Which is all the more reason to write a piece to mark their existence and hopefully spark a revival of interest. When I was putting the finishing touches to the article I did discover there is now at least some music from The Asteroids on YouTube. Not long after I originally shared this piece, Joss Moorkens of Capratone sent me two band photos, the first line-up (L-R: Fiachra, Joss, Andrew) and as a four piece with Richie Kelly (below).  

I first saw Andrew Lyster play (vocals/guitar) when I caught The World of Pugh in a venue I only went to once, Dillinger’s. Like many things from those days it’s long gone but it was a bar with a small stage (up some stairs?) somewhere off Dublin’s Capel St. (18/3/94). As I totally forgot who was in the rest of the band I’ll let Andrew take up the story.

“The World of Pugh was the first group where I wrote songs. I think it started around 1993. Originally it was Keith Swan on drums and a fellow called Brian McEleney on bass. Then in 1994 I brought some songs in and Brian took off to be replaced by Niall Brown (who was also the singer and guitar player for The Moustaches). Niall played bass for World of Pugh in the form where we had songs and did gigs.”

I’m sure someone like Joss Moorkens (then drumming with Tucker Suite) had told me about TWOP and the name had struck me (there was a very cool hand drawn flyer for the gig). They played bottom of the bill with Tucker Suite, Budge and Schroeder’s Cat, all part of a very exciting little scene at the time. Less than two weeks later I happened to see TWOP again on a bill with The Moustaches at a house party on Middle Abbey Street. The Moustaches, who sadly never released anything, were also part of this same scene (in my mind anyway). As I recall, this latter show was on the second or third floor of a semi derelict space in which a friend of both bands was living as a caretaker. Andrew has now told me that he and Keith Swan actually lived there and it was where TWOP rehearsed. I remember sitting on an old mattress and really enjoying the atmosphere (a cymbal was tied to a rafter). I do remember that TWOP had a real sense of humour on stage with some crowd involvement going on. They never had any releases but might well have recorded something (I’ve also heard tell of an unreleased album by The Moustaches!). This would be the last time I saw them play, perhaps it was even their last show? It would be another year before I would see Andrew onstage again.  

While researching this piece I did find an Irish band family tree which shows that Andrew, Joss, Fiachra Lennon and Brian Gough were in a band called Mudshark (1991-92), which was not actually their first band. Again, Andrew gave me some more information which I thought was worth sharing and clarifying about these early days.

“Brian Gough (later in Mexican Pets) had been in an even earlier band than Mudshark with me called The Foots. This band only played one gig in a pub in Dun Laoghaire in 1991. Our friends had to listen to the music from the street because they were too young to get in. After The Foots broke up I think Brian went on to another group called Harvey, and then Tucker Suite with Greg Barrett (later in Joan of Arse) on bass initially. Greg then did Schnorbitz with Joss, and had a cool band called Giraffe Running.”

Andrew’s next band would be Capratone (vocals/guitar) along with Joss on Drums and Fiachra on bass. Regarding song-writing Andrew told me, “For the most part I would write the songs and we would try to make them better by all writing our own parts through rehearsals. One or two were group written from stuff that happened in rehearsal.”  I first saw them in another venue off Capel St. supporting Schroeder’s Cat at Behan’s Bar (previously The Fox & Pheasant) (3/4/95) and again just ten days later at The Plough with (surprise surprise) The Moustaches and Schroeder’s Cat. I would get to see this line-up play quite often on local bills until Sept ‘97 (more on this later). I recall they also played a short tour around Ireland with US band The Make-Up (April ‘97). 

In early ‘96 they tried to record an album with producer Marc Carolan. Andrew told me it was to be called, “Le Plus Roll, because we felt our music was more Roll than Rock. I can’t pin down the exact date of the recording, but my guess is that it was in 1996. We had 2 days in a studio somewhere in Rathgar. It was a 24 track ADAT studio. I think it had a Soundcraft desk. The highlight equipment-wise was an incredible Ampeg bass stack that belonged to some professional band. Its sound was so authoritative and great that by the end of the long first day’s recording, when I had crawled into bed, I was woken up a couple of times by LOUD auditory hallucinations of Fiachra’s P Bass blasting through that thing. Marc, and the three of us all worked really hard for the two days, we did manage to record and mix all the songs we came in with, but I think the short time-frame worked against us capturing the right aesthetic. The means of production were expensive to rent and we couldn’t afford to record even in a project studio like that for more than a day or two.”

Luckily, one of the songs, ‘Homeward’, ended up on the Irish band compilation album, Zip Up Your Boots For The Showbands (1996). I always loved this intricate and explosive song and a whole album like this would have been quite something. The only place online you can hear it now is on a radio show I made for Dublin Digital Radio about bands that played in Dublin’s Attic venue. I must point out the musicianship of Capratone, it may not have been so obvious in the more noisy Tucker Suite but Joss was such an amazing and distinct drummer and both Fiachra and he so easily locked together. They created a lot of space for Andrew’s vocals and guitar for these catchy and very inventive songs to really flow. 

At some point in late 1996 Richie Kelly joined (on right in pic) on guitar and they played as a four piece. At some other point Andrew left but as the band continued things must have been going really well musically. According to my notes the last two times I saw Capratone play was at the start of September ‘97, supporting The Sewing Room and Luggage at Dublin’s Mean Fiddler and then a headline show in The Funnel venue at the end of the same month. This doesn’t mean they stopped playing of course but for whatever reasons I didn’t see them again. Things don’t stay static, I did get really into electronic dance music and clubbing the following year but continued to see guitar bands as well but gigs would clash, allegiances, circumstances and tastes change, choices have to be made. 

At some point this second line-up hooked up with Dublin label Folkrum Records (run by Dan Watson) and they recorded a mini album, The Art of Go, which was released in early 2000 (CD only) and produced by Simon Kenny aka Si Schroeder. At that stage Joss and Fiachra were still in the line-up with Richie and Eric Sexton (on guitar). I wasn’t sure if any of Andrew’s songs survived after his time with the band (on the Capratone page of the old Folkrum website he only gets thanked for the name) so I needed to ask him about it, “I didn’t write anything on the LP called The Art of Go. There was a strange overlapping series of line-ups in Capratone but when I left I think Richie Kelly (who was a recently arrived guitar player joining the original 3 piece) took on the song-writing job. As far as I know those Art Of Go tunes were all of his making. Richie went on to make a few attempts at recording subsequent line-ups of Capratone.” According to Joss’ short biog of the band on Last.fm, by the end of Capratone the line-up had changed completely from the original one. 

Since I published this piece Richie Kelly has been in touch and has kindly provided more detail about joining the band and how his role and the line-up evolved. “I saw Capratone in 1996 and was blown away. Even before the show ended, I wanted to join but that seemed unlikely. It turned out that Andrew’s song-writing was taking a new direction and he had decided to add a second guitarist. We were connected through an extended friend group and apparently word had gotten to him that I was as enamoured with The Beach Boys as he was. We bumped into each other and started talking music and I must have auditioned and joined the band shortly thereafter. At some point I brought a song to the band and we added it to our set (with my vocals). I started contributing more so when Andrew decided to stop playing, we just continued. We added Eric Sexton, a friend and former bandmate. The Art of Go was recorded by Simon Kenny with basic tracking done over a weekend at a large room in Joss’ father’s business. Simon and I continued vocals and overdubs at his flat in Donnybrook.”

Surprisingly none of this music has made it onto YouTube or anywhere else online that I could find. It can be bought on Discogs, which is how I got my hands on it about two years ago. In my opinion it works really well as an EP, with a few really engaging tracks but with some filler too. The best for me would be ‘Clozer’ which sounds like a lost classic and musically is a more full bodied version of the band heard on ‘Homeward’. ‘Free Jazz’ is pleasingly upbeat and cruises along on Beach Boy vibes. They do sound quite American (Pavement and bands of that ilk) at times (as did Capratone mark 1) but this was very much the sound and influence of the times, everything still comes down to the quality of the song-writing. The band broke up a good while later, sometime in 2003 without anymore releases. At some stage Richie Kelly moved to Brooklyn, New York and started a similar sounding band there but with more brass, Sport of Kings. He even re-recorded ‘Free Jazz’ and made a video for it. The influence of Brian Wilson is clear on this song in particular, they cleverly re-use The Beach Boy’s ‘Cool, cool water” line in the song (also present in the original version). Apart from some positive reviews of their only EP, Logic House (2011), there is little sign of the band online either but at least you can check out their excellent video for ‘Free Jazz’ (see below). I did find just one image of Capratone at this time on the Folkrum website, which I have enlarged below. Richie is the golf club carrying member. 

In my original piece I wasn’t sure what happened to Capratone next so Richie can take up the story, “The Art of Go attracted the interest of Shifty Disco, who released all of the Elephant 6 stuff in the UK. We set about making a full length for them which we were calling Aviation High. Simon Kenny was initially set to record but was so busy with other projects, I asked Andrew to do it and he agreed. Drum and bass tracking took place in a studio in Dublin. Andrew and I indulged our love of tinkering at his family home while recording my parts and mixing. The result is a pretty high fidelity Capratone record. Shifty Disco preferred the super compressed Capratone of the previous record and passed. We trudged along with some line-up changes after that. The most stable line-up though was myself, Cian Synnot on drums, Fiachra McCarthy on guitar and Michael Stevens (of Groom and many other excellent bands) on bass. As Joss said, no original members were left by the end of Capratone. I believe we kept the name simply because we couldn’t come up with a new one, apparently I have a problem naming things. When I ended up opening music studios and practice spaces in Brooklyn after moving there, I asked Joss if I could use the name of his label Scientific Laboratories because I loved it so much and couldn't think of an alternative.”

I think it’s well worth including here what happened with Richie’s next band Sport of Kings. “My love of fidelity only increased as the years continued except my focus switched from The Beach Boys to Steely Dan. I because obsessed with doing an indie rock version of their music and Sport of Kings took that direction. The initial line-up was drums, bass guitars and Fender Rhodes and then we added a horn section and a drummer from NYU’s Jazz Program who were incredible and took things to a whole different level.”

“After our Logic House EP, we made a full record (15 songs to be called Queer Theorem) with Michael Leonhart of Steely Dan as producer and occasional synth/horns/vocals contributor. This was essentially a dream come true for me. Initial tracking was done by me at a studio in Brooklyn and painstaking overdubbing, vocals and mixing was done by myself and Michael at his mixing room in the city. Ironically, we recorded yet another version of ‘Free Jazz’ with Michael. I’m not sure why I keep rerecording it but it might have something to do with Andrew and I finding out Brian Wilson used to record ‘Proud Mary’ every time he went into a new studio to check the sonics. I think I now have 4 completed versions!”

“I put an enormous amount of effort into Queer Theorem but it took so long that by the time it was ready, many band members were so in demand by big artists that they had little time to give. Keeping a 7-piece band of amazing musicians afloat proved too difficult and I disbanded the group rather than trying to recruit new musicians. I had also taken that level of fidelity to its conclusion and I returned to looser music after moving to Portland, OR.”

The next ‘band’ Andrew founded was solo project The Asteroids. I don’t think he ever presented it live but there was just one release, an exquisite three track 10″/CD, Moonlight Music For Beginners, which was released on Joss Moorkens’ Scientific Laboratories label in 2000 (the same year as The Art of Go). You can listen to what has to be my favourite song, ‘Nine Lives’ at link below (the other two songs can helpfully be found on the same channel and I’ve linked them here). According to the sleeve notes it took two years to record, with I assume Andrew playing all the instruments and doing the programming etc. I was sure to pick this up on vinyl at the time and have cherished it since. The amazing paintings on front and back were by the artist Niamh McGrath.

‘Nine Lives’ is so laid back, rich in instrumentation but for me it’s all about Andrew’s vocals (Alan Kelly of The Last Post also provides additional backing vocals). The lyrics prove to be the real earworm for me, “Who is the man, who has done this to you?” with an unexpected lyrical twist at the end. The song has somehow burrowed its way into my consciousness and over the past 20 years has been liable to play in my head at any time. ‘Return Of The Moonlightman’ is more sparse and based again around the vocal arrangement, a second deeper voice (John Parkinson) enters the fray about halfway and it goes to another level with a lovely gradual close. ‘The Great Escape’ is dominated by a really warm organ sound that pulls you along. This one in particular reminds me of Brian Wilson, one of Andrew’s touchstone influences. It’s one of those releases which has dated really well in my opinion and is pretty much unknown I think (I don’t know how many were pressed or sold). There was so much promised with this release and frankly it’s something of a shame it was not followed up at the time. If Andrew had been signed or whatever then things might have happened differently but like all of the bands I’ve written about in this series, we’re lucky to have what we have and the music will last forever. You can still find it for sale on Discogs and it can be played and purchased on iTunes and Tidal. There was one other song from this period, ‘Lunar Doo Wop’, released on a compilation CD included free with the first Foggy Notions magazine. I vaguely remember it but can no longer find my copy (the title tells us all we need to know!). 

Sometime in 2005 or later I bumped into Andrew and he gave me a CD from his latest group The Metronoids. It was a two track disc in a plastic wallet (no cover artwork or personnel details) called Petroleum. Today this doesn’t even exist on Discogs never mind anywhere else! Until I asked Andrew about it I wasn’t sure if this had simply been a promo but he told me there was artwork etc. The reason I probably never saw it for sale is that I left Dublin in 2005. For a bit more information I had to dig into the data on the CD itself and found that the track names are simply ‘Petroleum 1 & 2′ and for what it’s worth the genre on iTunes comes up as Blues (not sure how this gets assigned). It’s a pleasant listen (the more spirited second track is my favourite) but it surprised me very much to find it was all drums/percussion and obviously nothing like what he’d done before. This would be the only release under the name, which I imagine is pretty rare to come across.

I obviously had to get Andrew to explain The Metronoids to me, “This was a project I really enjoyed. Done in 2004/5 with Joss and Marc Hayes (drummer from The Moustaches, Boxes). It was always a real pleasure to be in a room with those two guys. I think we did a handful of rehearsals and one recording session. The idea was drum improv within premeditated structures. All three of us played drums. I think I got the notion to do a project that required a different kind of listening from my love of the CD called Guitar Solo by Annette Krebs.” 

I wasn’t aware of this at the time but Andrew, Joss and Fiachra briefly reunited as The Lamps in 2005 but as far as I know while there were some live gigs there were no releases. Since then Andrew has told me he is currently working on two new music projects, “One with Fiachra Lennon is called Fig/Astro, it started in 2018, we should be finished an LP this year. He wrote a bunch of instrumental tracks and sent them to me. At his request I turned the instrumentals into songs, and the productions are evolving from there with both of us working on it via WeTransfer. He is a real natural musician so the songs have  a very solid foundation. It was refreshing to write songs this way from track to song, rather than from song to track as I had always done previously. My own LP has been in the pipeline since 2009 when I wrote a load of songs and set out to record them in-the-box. Some of the songs went through over 20 productions. Working on a finite group of productions over a long period, under the microscope of Digital Audio Workstation has really allowed me to discover how to do my own thing. The work on this solo album takes a lot of focus.” 

After Capratone Joss would go on to play with Joan of Arse and The Dudley Corporation and guest on many other releases, most of these can be found on his impressive Discogs entry. When I was doing my research for this piece I was excited to find an old Souncloud page for The Asteroids I never knew existed, it has two unreleased tracks which date from about 2014 but Andrew said the music since then has been become more abstract. Fiachra meanwhile has a bulging Soundcloud page full of his own demos that is very worth exploring too. Both of them are also on Twitter, The Asteroids and Fiachra. It will have been a long time coming but I’m looking forward to the next new releases from both these artists. 

Sometimes the best things take time.

Stephen Rennicks

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it was the summer of 2001, and Joe meets Patrick and he's like "yo, I know about music." then Patrick's like "yo I know more about music!" "that's impossible. so you wanna start a band?" and Patrick's like, "yeah that's cool." and then, he's like "yo this is a book store not a music store." and then they met at Patrick's house. so Patrick's wearing shorts, socks, and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin' reason and then Pete's there for some reason. and they start playing music together and they're like "oh, let's play some covers from some other bands." it was like Green Day, and fuckin' Misfits, and fuckin' Ramones. Pete said to Joe, "yo, that's dope, but we need a fuckin' drummer." because Patrick's playing drums and he's a singer. Patrick's like "yo, I got a soul voice," and they're like "wait how do you have a soul voice?" and he's like "yo, watch this: YEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaAAaahhh!" and they're like, "oh my god, that sounds like soul!" so they put it in a song, and it was like, "WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIiiiiiIIIIIIIIIiiiIIIIIIIGHT?!" and they're like "yo that's fuckin perfect, this is Fall Out Boy." and they made records like Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it. "it's called Evening Out With Your Girlfriend." with your ex-girlfriend. it's called evening out with your Ex-girlfriend. it's called eating out your girlfriend, and it's real and it doesn't matter. and Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he's like "you what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. yo, this is gonna be fuckin' doooooooooope!" so they made a record and it was called Take this to Your Grave. they made it without a drummer, and they had like 3—4 drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Pert, the dude from Toto, the fourth one was like the guy from Papa Roach or something, and they're like "you, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This to Your Grave. Fuckin' record it." and he did, and he killed it, and he was like "bigidalililililillillilila, PSHHH!" killin' the skin, tapping the skins, tapping the rim, playin' the shit, killing these bitches, rapping it out. you're getting a fucking tattoo right now?! what the fuck is going on?! We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, 'cause thee guys know what the fuck is going on. and they were like "yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin' hard, we will sign you guys." and Pete was like "yo, we got this record that's fuckin' dooooooope, dude, it's called Take This to Your Grave, it's called From Under the Cork Tree it's gonna be fucking huge." and then Patrick's like "I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic, these are three songs that are gonna make the album and it's called-BURP-Thnks Fr th Mmrs, 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, and Sugar, Were Goin' Down. and they made this record that was fuckin' dope, and it fucking hit on the charts like one two three, three two one, three four five six seven eight nine ten. ten to one. From Under the Cork Tree sold like four million records. ten million records. fifteen million records. and Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. and Patrick was like "that's gooooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOd." Pete was like, "yo, fuck you I can do whatever I want." and Joe was like, "yeah it's cool man whatever I don't give a shit." and then Andy was like "eh, cool." and Pete was like "Make up is fuckin' great for a guy. because it makes a guy look beautiful, which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. and I wanna change that. I wanna make sure everyone thinks that guys are beautiful." I'm good so far yeah. yeah I do. SHUT THE FUCK. oh fuck, alright alright. Pete was like "oh my god, I'm so embarrassed about this dick pic." and then I saw the dick pic and was like "ah it's not bad." it's not a bad dick. let's be real. we made Rollins Stones one issue before Fall Out Boy. and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed they were like "yo, fuck you guys!" they're like "yo! Panic! has the fuckin' cover for Rolling Stones, yo, fuck these dudes, we're gonna fucking go miles above. we're gonna hit every fuckin' continent there is known to man." but they didn't because they missed a second of time. apparently they were like "oh shit, we got every continent." and they didn't actually hit it. dude, and Pete was like, "WHAT THE FUCK?! 'oh you didn't fuckin' make the continent' it's like FUCK YOU!" so From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin' have three-four years of awesomeness. like, people are coming in themselves 'cause it's so big. Alright so Fall Out Boy was like-- so Patrick's like "yo, we are going to name these records from under the Cork tree and from Innity-- from infinity on high." Pete was like "yo folie à deux means the theatric of two." "The madness of two." oh sorry I'm sorry. follow boy was like "yo we got to take a break." Meaning Pete was like "yo we got to take a break bro." and Patrick's like "I need time for my music. UHUhUhUHuhUUUh." and joes like "yo I need time to find the fucking art dude I got to find some fucking me-- metal" and andys like "i'm just gonna play with some fucking metal bands." and they're like "all right this breaks been like three years long two years long three years long 3 1/2? we gotta fucking come back man we gotta come back strong." you took my beer away what the fuck? "no you poured it all over yourself." "yeah you poured it on yourself man here." "we got to make this shit legit it's gonna be fucking dope it's going to go fucking sky high. we're going to make a fucking record that sails the skies. we're going to call this record save rock 'n' roll." so they made alone together light 'em up alone together Phoenix. and everybody's like "what the fuck? you're working with this guy who fuckin' recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk." is this pu-- what the fuck is this on my shirt, did I puke on myself? oh god. Pete was like "yo were gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and twenty pilots. and that's all and that's all that matters. and that's just how the fuckin' story goes."Show less

[a-jynx]

Stuck On A Heart String | Ch. 7: We’ve Got This.

“So won’t you stay a moment?  “Why would I stay with you…?” “Because… I’ll pull your heart strings.”

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It’d been days since the… Incident happened. Billy kept to himself, not looking at Steve for too long, taking drink orders with little interest, barely noticing the death glares from the band while they packed up and Carol’s constant nagging about how she didn’t get the drummer boy into bed. But he could care less. 

“Billy, what the hell is going on with you? You’re not racking in your usual tips, your hair is falling out of your scrunchie and it looks horrible, your station is a fucking mess-”

“Caroline, for once, can you shut up and leave me alone?” He snapped, turning his head towards her as she blinked, rolling her eyes and moving away with a scoff. Billy slumped against the counter, the shot glass he had been scrubbing on for the past ten minutes began to almost glow from how hard the rag pressed into the glass. He barely glanced up as a body appeared in front of him, slapping down a few bills as Billy glanced up through his lashes, the bile wanting to build up and push its way out. 

“What do you want, drummer boy?” He snarled, slapping the rag over his shoulder and the glass onto the rack, a chill running through as the other glasses shook. 

“That’s no way to speak to a customer, blonde… Why don’t you try again?” Tommy smirked, making Billy growl. He leaned his forearm against the bar, jutting out his index finger and baring his teeth like some dog. 

“I don’t think you need a drink after all you and the band are about to head on the road, wouldn’t want anything to happen, now, would we?” He huffed, drumming his fingers against the dark oak, a fight itching at his fingertips.

“You don’t need to worry about my decisions, blonde. Besides, you already fucked up with Stevie-” Billy reached across, grabbing Tommy’s shirts collar, he dragged him over the edge of the counter, a lip snarled and eyes filled with rage. 

“You think you’re such a big fucking man, don’t ya? Beating up on him, acting all strong when you’ve got liquor running through your veins? You’re a fucking bitch!” Billy spat, his body quickly shoved back and Tommy’s chest slammed into the counter while his back met the stocks of the more expensive whiskeys. 

“Billy! What the hell-” Carol’s voice got cut out as Billy’s eyes trained on the second body beside Tommy - Steve. His hair hidden underneath a tattered baseball cap, a loose t-shirt hanging around his body peaked over the bar. Steve’s hand settled on Tommy’s shoulder, his other on his bicep, each touch made Billy’s heart plummet and anger boil. The soft-touch, dazed look in those doe eyes staring at the one who made those soft touches shutter, and those love-filled doe eyes squeeze shut and swell shut. He gritted his teeth, his jaw instantly clenching as he leaned into Carol, his hand swinging around her shoulder causing her to growl and shout.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Harrington?! How about you stand up for yourself and fucking tell him off! You pushed me away, why can’t you do that to him?!” Billy shouted, fighting against Carol’s grip, her eyes wild and brows furrowed while glancing between her co-worker and the band members. Steve’s eyes were wide, a hint of fear adding to them as Billy leaned into Carol’s body, his hand gripping around her bicep as Tommy wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulders, tugging him away as his eyes burrowed into Billy’s. 

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” Carol smacked him away, grabbing his chin and digging her fingers into his cheek and staring at him with furrowed brows. Her eyes filled with concern and fear. Billy furrowed his brows, feeling the anger simmer inside his veins while he watched their backs retreat away; Tommy practically dragging Steve away. Steve glanced over his shoulder once, their eyes meeting once before Steve snapped his head around and disappeared into the back room. 

“Billy, what the hell is going on with you?” Carol sighed, slowly dropping her hand and crossing her arms over her chest with deeply furrowed brows. He shared a look with her, feeling the dread build in his chest with a huff. Billy slumped against the counter, rolling his eyes with the shake of his head. 

“I just fucked up… So bad.” His voice shook as her shoulders dropped, taking a step forward with a frown. Reaching up, she caressed his stubbled cheek, making him look at her with furrowed brows. 

“You… Yeah, I can’t sugar coast shit for you, Billiam. You fucked up.” Carol sighed, patting his cheek and dropping her hand, leaning back and staring at him. “Give him time, Billy, seriously… I… There’s nothing much you can do, so, you take a shot with it and breathe.” She sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck with a huff. He groaned, using his free hand to rub it down his face, his eyes finding the stage and seeing it now empty… Abandoned. 

“What… What if I fucked up too bad?” He murmured, moving to stand next to her, leaning against the counter and plopping his chin into his palm. Carol turned, leaning against it, pressing their shoulders together, their eyes trained on the stage as she huffed. 

“You’ll learn, Bill, seriously. This is already fucking with you and your work, so, clap back and perk up, or I’ll take your tips.” Carol shouldered him, flashing him a grin before walking away to finish her cleaning for the night. Billy merely huffed, glancing at her before turning back towards the stage, flinching at the body that appeared in front of him. 

“Billy, right?” Trevor asked, leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming against the wood as Billy sat up, shrugging gently. “Yeah, I mean, depends are you going to chew out my ass?” He scoffed while Trevor frowned. He turned his hand over, slapping his hand down and sliding it across him. 

“I won’t chew out your ass, but… You did fuck up, but Steve is a little lost right now.” Trevor shrugged, frowning as Billy grabbed the piece of paper, flipping it over and his heart dropped into his stomach. The small note held a number in thick, red numbers sketched across the thin paper. Billy’s brows furrowed, his lips pressed tight and he felt his ribs squeeze at his heart and his stomach seemed to gain that rhythmic heartbeat. 

“You’re Valentine, right?” Billy murmured, as Trevor waved for a drink, and the rough bottom scratching across the wood and it raked against his ears, a shiver running down his spine. 

“Yeah, the bassist.” He nodded, nursing the beer while stealing a glance towards the back door. Most likely where the others’ were packing up and getting ready to head San Fransico. 

“Y’ know… He’s just scared.” 

“I know he’s scared, but… But he’s closed off. He’s afraid of-” 

“You don’t know what he’s scared of, Billy. And y’ know deep down you can’t make anything up in your head.” Trevor shrugged, sipping at the beer again as Billy frowned, licking his lips before turning the paper over and over in his hand, his mind arguing whether or not to tear the stupid piece of paper in half. 

“I don’t make shit up for him, I’m defending myself-” 

“No, you’re projecting… But, so is, Steve. You’re both projecting because neither of you is ready for something with commitment.” Trevor finished his beer, sitting it down and turning it sideways, using his middle finger to turn it gently against the counter, making Billy cringe at the grinding of the roughed up bottle against the dark oak. 

“Fuck commitment, I don’t… That’s not the idea,” 

“Bullshit, Hargrove.” Trevor spat, making Bily blinked with a frown. He reached forward, snatching the bottle from him, slamming the bottom down as Billy deepened his frown as Trevor leaned forward. “Steve’s in denial because he’s scared, and you? You’re such a closed book, he’s having a damn hard time trying to open you.” He growled, standing from the stool and tapping his finger against the paper, arching a brow. “While we’re gone, text him, DM him, or send him a dick pic, I could literally care less. Just give him something to hold onto, alright?” He frowned before walking away, stuffing his hands into his jeans’ pockets as Billy huffed. 

Furrowing his brow again, he slipped the beer bottle into the trash, his finger dragging across the paper as he stole a look back at the alleyway exit. The band was gone, the stage abandoned, and the bar seemed almost lifeless with The Stranger’s Mind. And Billy felt almost lifeless without Steve… 

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“Thank you for having us, Mrs. Taylor-” 

“Oh, please, Austin, you’re being too formal. Just call me Amber.” She waved, smiling as they walked down the long hallway, a portrait of each musician they’d worked with all staring at them, eery smiles as well. 

“Uh, right, Amber… So, can I ask why you waited two days before contacting Steve?” He asked when they rounded a corner, Amber pushing into an office. Steve and Austin led Trevor and Tommy as they sat down, settling into the square black chairs as Amber settled into the seat behind the desk, her fingers tangled together as she smiled eyeing each band member. 

“I waited because I wanted to see how well you did last night, and I noticed you were missing a few members.” She glanced between Tommy and Steve, making the drummer huff and lean forward. 

“Does it matter where we were?” He lightly growled, making Amber frown slightly as Trevor grew wide-eyed, moving to push him back into his seat. 

“He - He, uh, didn’t mean anything by that, Amber.” 

“It’s alright, Trevor, really. Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time a band member - usually the drummer or the lead vocals - gets a little heated when asked something simple. But, back to Tommy’s question, yes. It does matter. Because it could show that you really have no want to be there, up on stage with your fellow members.” 

“We’re committed,” Steve speaks up, dragging a hand through his hair, glancing up at Amber with a small, thin line. She blinked, her lips twitch up into a smile, reaching into the desk, she pulls out a nilla folder, gently placing it onto the desk and tapping her acrylic pink nails against the black gloss top. 

“I know you all are. However, as you know, with my company I take pride in the bands I assist with their flight into the world. So, I like to usually know what the band members’ intentions are with the band, and if it is their top priority.” She shrugged, her eyes glancing between each of the boys with a smile. 

“What are you offering us, Amber? We know what Songbird Records is wanting, but what are you willing to give?” Austin asked, making Amber look to him, she slid the folder towards him, waving for him to take it. 

“As you can tell, or you’ve seen, Songbird Records only wishes to help musicians get their names out into the world!” She waved, grinning as the boys each took a few papers from inside, glancing over the lines and murmuring to each other with a huff. “So, any more questions? Or do we have a deal?” She grinned, clapping her hands together as they all passed down their papers before they all glanced at each other. Steve and Tommy moved closer to Trevor and Austin, them huddling close together. 

“How do we feel about this?” Trevor murmured, as Tommy leaned into Steve, making him frown as he shouldered him off. 

“I mean, what do we have to lose? The band needs this - we - need this.” Steve shrugged, glancing at Austin, who broke into a large smile, looking at Steve, then to Trevor and Tommy. Each sat back, a small grin on their lips as they looked back to Amber, who was wiggling a ballpoint pen with a bit lip. 

“So, where do we sign?” 

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Shoulders collided, hands slapped together, and arms looped around each other when smiling and shouting in celebrating as they all stumbled back into the parking lot, leaning into the van with dopey smiles. 

“Holy shit,” Austin breathed, turning towards Steve with another dopey smile. “Dude, we’re going to get produced… We just signed with Songbird Records!” He dove into Steve, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders, making him audibly laugh as he hugged back. They stumbled some before looking to Trevor and Tommy, both of them were shouldering each other, and singing loudly, as well as off-key. They detangled themselves from each other, looking at one another with bright smiles.

“We are so celebrating tonight!” Trevor cheered, moving towards them, patting Steve’s shoulder as he winced, quickly hiding it with a smile. 

“Hell yeah, we’ve worked hard! We deserve tonight!” Tommy laughed, rounding the group and climbing into the van, a large grin breaking across his face and stilling there. Steve laughed a breathless giggle, only to blink at the buzz that came from his back pocket. Tugging out his phone, he blinked at the screen. 

(562) 457-2986 

Hope everything went well… The world’s gonna shit itself when you play. 

He swallowed thickly, his breath caught in his chest as his thumb hovered over the screen - his mind twitching between deleting or answering. “Steve! Come on, we’re all starving and you’re holding us up!” Trevor shouted from the window, making him flinch and shut off his phone, slipping it back into his pocket. Climbing into the back, he slipped into the sofa-like seat with a sheepish grin. Tommy and Austin sat up front, thankfully, Austin in the driver seat while Trevor sat across from Steve, eyeing him as Steve pulled out his phone again, staring at it with furrowed brows. 

“Something happen to the party?” Trevor asked, arching a brow as Steve’s head shot up. He cleared his throat, shaking his head and clicking off his phone with a small frown. 

“Uh, no… No, nothing happened, but I need to text them about this.” Steve scoffed, flipping the electronic and slipping back into his pocket as Austin pulled into a small cafe off the boardwalk. Climbing out, Steve turned towards the boardwalk, settling onto one of the benches while the others raced in. Pulling out his phone again, unlocking and staring at the text with a frown. 

“Who are you…” Steve mumbled, flinching when a body suddenly settled next to him, making him shift his phone and turn to see Trevor. 

“Alright, what the hell is going on with you and -” he stopped, glancing towards Steve’s phone and his lips tugged into a smile. “Whose that?” 

Steve blinked, frowning as he shrugged, moving the phone to where they both could see the simple text. “I - I don’t know. They texted me after our signing with Amber.” 

“Some girl? Wait, is this that Wheeler girl?” Trevor elbowed, grinning as Steve scoffed, thumbing at the edge of his phones’ case. 

“Hell no, that’s a Cali area code.” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Trevor shouldered him, sitting closer as they stared at the screen. Trevor shrugged, standing from the bench with a pat on Steve’s shoulder, making him frown. 

“Text it, see if it’s a crazed fan wanting a hook-up.” He winked, moving back towards the cafe where the others’ resided. Steve rolled his eyes, switching his attention back towards his phone and swallowing thickly at the text. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he finished it out, huffing gently as his thumb pressed send. Swallowing, he locked his phone, not daring to double-check as he stood up, glancing towards the beach down below, listening to the waves crack and crash against the sand beneath him. 

Sighing to himself, Steve clapped his hands together before reaching up and swiping at his mess of hair, stepping backward and towards the neon-lit cafe. A ghost of a smile dancing on his lips as salty air drifted around him, brushing past him and making skin bubble with goosebumps. Finally entering the cafe, he sat with the others, grinning as they greeted him and waved for a waiter to gather his order. It all felt… Right. Their days were working well and they were just beginning the hard journey that was ahead of them. 

“So,” Austin began, washing down his bite before grinning. “When are we going to come up with new songs?” 

“Woah, Woah, that’s Steve’s forte, not ours Aust.” Trevor snorted, sucking down his cherry milkshake as he wiped his mouth, shrugging at the others. “But, agreeing with Graham here, we need something new! We need to get our own lyrics out to the world, not covers.” 

“Kind of hard to do with everything going on,” Tommy added, glancing around the table as the other frowned, looking to him. 

“What’re you talking about, Hagan?” Trevor slightly groaned, his forehead slammed into the back of his hand with a huff. Tommy ate at his food, shrugging with pursed lips. 

“I’m just saying; the bar drama, Steve’s episode, needing to now impress more than a few bar-goers. I mean, everything is leading up to this now, and we can’t fuck up.” He shrugged, sucking on his index to get the excess ketchup off. Steve deepened his frown, stealing a few fried from Austin’s plate. 

“So, what we’re just going to throw this all onto Steve? That’s fucking rich,” Trevor scoffed. Steve rolled his eyes, sitting up straighter as he drummed his fingers against the plastic-covered top. Snatching another fry, he chewed for a second, thinking as he huffed. 

“I can start on something tonight, but we’re going to need to get some recordings done.” 

“Steve, come on, we’re not gonna make you do that alone. That’s stressful by itself.” Trevor tipped his drink, making Steve frown as he shrugged. 

“Seriously, I can do it, T. Not like I’ve got anything better to do, honestly.” He shrugged again, as his phone vibrated. He blanked for a moment - a second - before standing from the booth. “I’ll be back, you guys finish up so we can get back to the hotel in San Fransico.” Steve waved, walking towards the bathroom. 

Stepping in, his hands began to shake as he glanced around, checking each stall before running into the first. Locking it and settling on the open seat, mindful of what and where he was sitting, he pulled out his phone, the unknown number glowering at him from his notifications. 

Unlocking it, he stared at the screen, his heart in his throat as a breathless laugh caught in his throat. 

So, am I allowed to ask who sent this backhanded compliment, or no? 

(562) 457-2986

Where’s the fun in knowing, smartass. Maybe you should be more careful with who gets your number? 

Steve blinked. Was… Was this person seriously giving him shit on who got his number and not? 

You’re the one to talk, dickhead! You texted me, not the other way around. 

(562) 457-2986

Yeah. Well. You’re the celebrity here, not me. 

He felt his world shatter; how do they know who he is? Of course, they know! Obviously, they know who he was, but how? His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, his knee bouncing as he felt a wave of panic. Had he been in there too long? Would they figure out that he’s hiding something? What if Tommy-

Valen-T

Hey. Where are you? We’re about to leave! 

Steve frowned at the text, sighing as he swiped it up into his notifications, staring at the last text. Minutes passed by, each ticking by and disappearing into the darkening sky, as he inhaled before deciding to reply back. 

I’m not a celebrity, strange texter. I’m just a boy trying to play music, that could now go worldwide. But believe what you want, because that’s what I plan on doing so I think you should too. 

He hit send, licking at his lip, frowning as it turned bright blue with that little word, delivered, under it. Huffing out a breath, he stood from the toilet and slipped his phone into his pocket before exiting, stepping out and stopping in front of the mirror. He stared at his reflection, tilting his head slightly, he smiled. His eyes bright, a few leftover bruising slowly fading, a scar covered his lip. Reaching up, he fluffed his hair up, and turned side to side, grinning at himself. 

“This is it, Steven… This is your big break, and you cannot fuck it up.” He sighed, clapping his hands together with a large grin. “We’ve got this.”

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It’s hereeeee~

I’m so sorry about this chapter being so late, this week has been so horrible, so I hope you guys enjoy it! It’s not the best but it’s helping the story along! <3 

[revengeerafrankie]

It was the summer of 2001, Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “Yo, I know about about music.” Then Patrick’s like “Yo, I know more about music” “That’s impossible! Do you wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like, “Yeah, that’s cool.” And then, he’s like, “Yo, this is a book store; it’s not a music store.” And then they met at Patrick’s house. So Patrick’s wearing shorts, and socks, and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fucking reason, and Pete’s there for some reason. And they start playing music together and they’re like “Oh, let’s play some covers from some other bands.” It was like Green Day, and fuckin’ Misfits, and fuckin’ Ramones. Pete said to Joe, “Yo, we gotta change this shit up. Yo, we’ve played all these bands, let’s play some shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like, “Yo, that’s dope, but we need a fuckin’ drummer.” Because Patrick’s playing drums and he’s a singer. Patrick’s like “Yo, I got a soul voice,” and they’re like “wait, how do you have a soul voice?” And he’s like, “Yo, watch this: 

YeEEEEEEeEEEEEEeeeEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeEAAAaaAAAaaAAaaAaaaAaAaAAAaahhh!” And they’re like, “Oh my god, that sounds like soul!” And they made records like Evening Out with Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out with Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it. “It’s called Evening Out with Your Ex-girlfriend.” With your ex-girlfriend. It’s called Evening out with your Ex-girlfriend. It’s called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and it’s real and it doesn’t matter.         And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo, what the fuuuuuuuck? Yo, this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooooope!” So they made a record and it was called Take This to Your Grave. They made it without a drummer, and they had like three-four drummers come in. the four drummers they had come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Pert, the dude from Toto, the fourth one was like the guy from like Papa Roach or something, and they’re like “Yo, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This to Your Grave. Fuckin’ record it.” And he did it, and he killed it, and he was like “bigidalililililillla, pshhh!” Killin’ the skins, tapping the skins, tapping the rim, playin’ the shit, killing these bitches, rapping it out. You’re getting a fucking tattoo right now? What the fuck is going on?         We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, ‘cause these guys know what the fucking is going on. And they were like “Yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin’ hard, we will sign you guys.” Pete was like “Yo, we got this record that’s fuckin’ doooooooope, dude it’s called Take This to Your Grave, it’s called From Under the Cork Tree. It’s gonna be fucking huge.” And then Patrick’s like, “I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic, these are three songs that are gonna make the album and it’s called *BURP* Thanks for the Memories, 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, and Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down. And they made this record that was fuckin’ dope, and it fucking hit on the charts like one, two, three, two, one, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, ten to ONE. From Under the Cork Tree sold like four million recods-ten million records-fifteen million records! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “That’s gooOoOOoooOoOOoOoOOOoOOd” Pete was like, “Yo, fuck you, I can do whatever I want.” Joe was like, “Yeah, it’s cool man, whatever I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “Eh, cool.” And Pete was like, “Make-up is fuckin’ great for a guy because it makes a guy look beautiful, which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful, and I wanna change that. I wanna make sure that everyone thinks that guys are beautiful.” I’m good so far. Yeah, I do. SHUT THE FUCK Oh, fuck, alright alright. Pete was like, “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassaed about this dick pic.” And then I saw the dick pick and was like “Ah, it’s not bad.” It’s not a bad dick. Let’s be real.                                           We made Rolling Stones one issue before Fall Out Boy. And Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed, they were like, “Yo, fuck you guys!” They’re like, “Yo, Panic! Has the fucking cover for Rolling Stones, yo, fuck these dudes, we’re gonna fucking go miles above, we’re gonna hit every fuckin’ continent there is known to man.” But they didn’t because they missed a second of time. Apparently, they were like “Oh, shit, we got every continenet.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, and Pete was like, “ WHAT THE FUCK? ‘Oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent’, it’s like FUCK YOU!” So From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin’ have three-four years of awesomeness. Like people are coming on themselves cause it’s so big. Alright so Fall Out Boy was like- So Patrick was like, “Yo, we’re gonna name these records From Under the Cork Tree and From Innity- From Infinity On High” Pete was like, “Yo, Folie á Deux means the theatric of two.” “The madness of two.” Oh, sorry, I’m sorry.         Fall Out Boy was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break.” Meaning, Pete was like “Yo, we gotta take a break, bro.” And Patrick’s like, “I need time for my music, UHUhUhUHuHUUUh.” And Joe’s like, “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude, I gotta find some fuckin’ me-metal.” And Andy’s like, “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin’ metal bands.” And they’re like, “Alright, this break’s been like three years long, two years long, three years long, three and a half? We gotta fuckin’s come back, man, we gotta come back strong.” You took my away. What the fuck? “No, you poured it all over yourself.” “Yeah, you poured it all over yourself, man, here.”         “We gotta make this shit legit, it’s gonna be fuckin’ dope, it’s gonna go fuckin’s sky high. We’re gonna make a fuckin’ records that sails the skies. We’re gonna call this record Save Rock and Roll.” So they made Alone Together, Light ‘Em Up, Alone Together, Phoenix. And everybody’s like “What the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin’ recorded Avril Lavigne and Pink.” Is this pu- what the fuck is this on my shirt? Did I puke on myself? Oh god.         Pete was like, “Yo, we’re gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At the Disco and Twenty One Pilots. And that’s all, and that’s all that matter. And that’s just how the fuckin’ story goes.

[kirbyforever]

Is this a music store?

Joe meets Patrick and he’s like, “Yo! i know about music.” and Patrick’s like, “Yo! I know more about music\~!” “THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!111 ...Do you wanna start a band?” and Patrick’s like, “Yeah, that’s cool” and then he’s like, “Yo! this is a bookstore, it’s not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. so, Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin’ reason. and Pete’s there for some reason. they start playing music together and they’re like, “oh, let’s play some fucking covers from some other bands!” there was like Green Day, and fucking Misfits, and fuckin Ramones. Pete said to Joe, “Yo! We gotta change this shit up!” — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH — \*sips beer\* — “Yo, we played all these bands, let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy” and so Pete and Patrick were like, “Yo, that’s dope. but we need a fucking drummer!” because Patrick’s playing drums and he’s a singer! Patrick’s like, “Yo! I got a soul voice!” and they’re like, “wait! how do you have a soul voice?” and he’s like, “Yo, watch this – YEAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEEEEEHEEEEEYEEEEHEEEEHHH” and they’re like, “ Oh my God, that sounds like soul!” so they put it in a song, it was like, “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTTT” — THHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH — and then they’re like, “Yo, that’s fuckin perfect. this is fall out boy” — \*drinks beer\* —

And they made records like ‘Evening out with your ex-girlfriend’ Evening out with your ex-girlfriend everybody loves it — “It’s called evening out with your girlfriend” — With your ex-girlfriend? It’s called evening out with your ex-girlfriend. It’s called eating out your girlfriend and it’s real and it doesn’t matter.

And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like, “yooo, what the fuuuuuck!!?? YO THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKIN DOOOPE” so they made a record and it was called ‘Take This to Your Grave’. They made it without a drummer! and they had like three, four drummers come in; the four drummers ahead come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from Toto — tnghhhh — the fourth one was like the guy from like Papa Roach or something. And they’re like, “Yo, we need Andy Hurley.” “Andy Hurley, Take This To Your Grave, fuckin record it.” And he did it and he killed it and he was like, “BEGEDEGEDUGUDLULULUHHHLAHLAH BSHHH” Killin the skins! Tappin the skins! Tappin the rim! Playing the shit! Killin these bitches! Wrappin it out! — THAHAHA YOU’RE GETTING A FUCKING TATTOO RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING OON!!?? —

“We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on” they were like, “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is which is not fucking hard -” — tnghhh — “- we will sign you guys” he was like, “yo! we got this record that’s fuckin dope dude!” it’s called Take This To Your Grave. It’s called From Under The Cork Tree, it’s gonna be fucking huge. And then Patrick was like, “I gotta keep it real. I gotta keep it artistic. These are - These are three songs that are gonna make the album it’s called — \*burp\* — this is called Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, Twenty Dollar Nosebleed, and Sugar, We’re Goin Down. And they made this record that was fuckin dope and they fucking hit on the charts like ONE, TWO, THREE! THREE, TWO, ONE! THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEEENNN! TEN TO ONE! From Under The Cork Tree sold like four million records… ten million records… FIFTEEN MILLION RECORDS!

And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record! And Patrick was like, “THAT’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD”

Pete was like, “Yo, fuck you! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like, “Yeah, that’s cool man whatever I don’t give a shit” and then Andy was like, “Eh. Cool!” and Pete was like, “Makeup is fuckin great for a guy because it makes a guy look beautiful which a lot of times a guy is not beautiful and i wanna change that. I wanna make sure that everybody thinks that guys are beautiful”

— SPIT. SPIT. SPIT. “I’m good so far” “Do you wanna spit one more time?” “Yeah, I do.” SPIT. SPIT. SPIT. NGHHH SHUT THE FUCK! HAHAHA OH FUCK ALRIGHT ALRIGHT —

Pete was like, “Oh my god! I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” and then I saw the dick pic and I was like, “Eh, it’s not bad! It’s not a bad dick. Let’s be real.”

We made Rolling Stone one issue before Fall Out Boy and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so PISSED! they were like, “yo, fuck you guys!” They’re like, “YO PANIC! HAS THE FUCKING COVER OF ROLLING STONE!? YO FUCK THESE DUDES WE’RE GONNA FUCKING GO MILES ABOVE! WE’RE GONNA HIT EVERY FUCKING CONTINENT THERE IS KNOWN TO MAN!” but they didn’t! because they missed a second of time! Apparently, they were like, “Oh shit we got every continent!” When they didn’t actually hit it.

Dude, Pete was like, “WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” OOOOH YOU DIDN’T FUCKIN MAKE THE CONTINENT! IT’S LIKE FUCK YOU!

So From Under The Cork Tree happens we fuckin have three four years of awesomeness like people were coming on themselves cuz it’s so big.

Alright, so Fall Out Boy was like —

So Patrick was like, “Yo we’re gonna name this record From ooo - From Under The Cork Tree and from Inninity from EHEHAHA From Infinity on High.

Pete was like, "Yo, Folie A Deux means the theatric of two” — “The Madness of Two” “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” —

Fall Out Boy was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break” meaning Pete was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like “I need time for my music - OOOOUUNGHHH” and Joe’s like, “Yo, I need time to find the fuckin art dude i gotta find some fuckin muh-metal” and andy’s like, “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands :D” and they’re like, “Alright, this break’s from like three years long two years long three years long three and a half?” “we gotta fuckin come back man we gotta come back STRONG”

— YOU TOOK MY BEER AWAY WHAT THE FUCK “you poured it all over yourself” —

“We gotta make this shit legit, it’s gonna be fuckin dope it’s gonna go fuckin sky high! we’re gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies!” “skieees” “we’re gonna call this record: Save Rock and Roll”

So they made Alone Together, Light Em Up, Alone Together, The Phoenix. Everyone was like, “What the fuuuck?? you were going to the sky you fucking recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk!” — “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ON MY SHIRT DID I PEE ON MYSELF?” “You poured beer all over yourself” “oh god” —

Pete was like, “Yo, we’re gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and Twenty Pilots” TAHAHA \*burp. spit.\*

And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. and that’s just how the fuckin story goes.

[celestica-1988]

Come With Me.

TheDirt!NikkiSixxXFemaleReader.

Requested: Yes, by anonimous.

Can I get a Nikki (The Dirt version) one-shot? Reader's an actress and has been dating him since he was in his band London. She got her big break after starring as the final girl in a slasher movie. I thought Friday the 13th would make the most sense, because it was released 1 year before Mötley Crüe was formed. Tommy recognizes her before he recognizes Nikki. She gets cast as the final girl in A Nightmare on Elm Street and is there to soften the blow when Nikki sees Deana again and fires Doc.

1979 (Y/N)

 You could remember very well the first time you saw Nikki Sixx.

At the times his name was still Frankie Ferrana and you attended the first years of high school. Since your parents travelled a lot because of work you were the new kid in the class, you just moved to Seattle and felt out of place. People were not nice to you, they mocked you and bullied you, so the day that a dark haired boy stepped by you felt protected for the first time.

Nikki was the problematic boy of the school, the guy no one wanted to mess up with and he was helping you, a perfect stranger.

You remembered asking him why and he simply said that outcasts must stick together, since then you were inseparable. You helped him with homework and he showed you all the place in which you could hang out in the city. Your parents didn’t like him, but you didn’t care.

Nikki was the first person you could call friend, the one who knows all the sides of you and your secret dream: become an actress.

He was supportive of it, not like your family. You grew up in a very strict family and being an actress wasn’t considered a serious job, just Nikki considered it this way.

The more you knew him the more you were drawn to him and to his magical green eyes.

You gave him your first kiss and your v-card and you didn’t regret it a little bit, he was so sweet that you wondered how people at school were so scared of him.

Maybe because he wasn’t just a meek victim and he bit back, maybe because there were rumors that said he made arrest his own mother. Nikki never talked about her, the only thing he said was that she was a bitch and you decided to respect his silence.

You became his girlfriend the last year of high school, you even attended the school prom with him (you had a pic of it in your wallet). When high school ended you remembered how he was by your side in the worst time of your life. Your parents wanted you to go at college, you just wanted to be an actress so everyday you fought with them. You were always worn out and Nikki was seriously worried for you.

In the end he was the one who came up with the solution.

One evening, after a day of hard fights, you were laying in your bed when you heard some weird muffled noises. Nikki was throwing little rocks at your window.

“Come with me!” he mouthed, you nodded.

You threw the necessary in a backpack and climbed down from your window, thanking God that there were a tree near enough to it.

After kissing and hugging he said the best thing of all the times: “Fuck your parents, Y/N. I’m going to L.A. because I wanna be a musician, come with me. You could be an actress, Hollywood is waiting for you.” “Nikki, I love you.”

You said after kissed him.

And so you left everything for your dream, you still treasured this memory, because you never felt so free like that summer night.

You two arrived in Los Angeles as runaways, you started to live together in a little apartment. Nikki worked here and there and you did the same, but you were happy. It was the best time of your life, you talked all night about your dreams and everything seemed so beautiful in those days.

Now everything was different and you couldn’t even tell when things started to go bad between you and him. He was in a band called London, but he kept fighting with the singer and you, after a series of small roles, got the big chance of your life. You were chosen as the final girl in a slasher movie called Friday the 13rd. You thought Nikki would be happy for you, but he wasn’t.

Since you got the role he was grumpy and he criticized you for every little thing you did wrong. It was not Nikki like doing it, so you understood that there were something more that you being clumsy.

And this evening you were about to confront him and made him spit the truth.

You finished to drink your tea and lighted up a cigarette.

One minute after the apartment’s door opened and Nikki came in, you got up from the couch and approached him.

“Why are you still awake, Y/N?

Shouldn’t you work tomorrow?” His voice was ironic.

“I’m still up because we need to talk, Nikki. What’s the problem?” “What do you mean?” “There’s something bothering you and it’s not me being clumsy. What’s it bothering you?”

“Nice to see you noticed it.” That was the last straw, you couldn’t stand anymore his sarcasm.

“Oh, Nikki. Spit the fuck out. What is your fucking problem with me?

What have I done?” “What you done? You accepted that fucking role without even discussing with me!”

“Really?! I never discussed my other roles with you and you didn’t get mad. Why now?” “Are you fucking stupid or are you playing the idiot?

This is not some little role, this is a big chance and you cut me out from it.” “Because I don’t need your permission to do something, you are not my father!” “No, I’m not. But I’m your boyfriend if this means something to you.” “I don’t fucking understand!”

You screamed in frustration.

“Oh, my fucking God. You will be the last girl in a horror movie, do you know what this mean?

A lot of guys jerking out thinking of you, do you think I like it?

You are my fucking girlfriend, not all Americans’ boys one!”

You were left speechless.

“You are just jealous…” “Just? That’s the problem, you didn’t take me in consideration!” “You were the one who always support me, I never thought you ended up being like my parents!”

He laughed bitterly.

“Your parents didn’t want you to be an actress, I’m okay with it, but not with this role.

Don’t try this game on me, Y/N.”

“Fine. Do you know what, Nikki?

Fuck you, it’s over. You are a selfish prick who wants me locked in a cage.

I don’t wanna be with you anymore.” “Me too, because you are a selfish whore.

Get your shit and go away.” His voice was cold as ice, you held back the tears.

“Sure as hell I’ll do, asshole.”

And so you lost the most important person in your life in a way you didn’t even expect.

It hurt like hell, but you couldn’t forgive Nikki, not his time.

You decided to not say anything on his drinking and drugs problems, but you couldn’t get over this stupid jealousy.

This was your first heartbreak and it was really painful.

………………………………………….

 1982 (Nikki)

 After three years from his breakup with Y/N Nikki was still fond of her and he was still jealous.

He never watched a film in which there was her acting because then the urge to call her would have been unbearable and he couldn’t afford to call her. If he wasn’t so scared about feelings (thanks, mom), he would also admit that he still loved her, but he simply couldn’t.

He bottled everything inside himself and just fucked random girls.

Life was still good for him.

Now he was in a band he could call his own and in which he was the most important member, he lived with his band member in an apartment on Sunset Strip.

Every weekend there was a party in their house, but at the moment he was scribbling some ideas for a new song.

After finishing it he went in Tommy’s – the drummer – room and froze. There were a big poster of Y/N as the last girl in Friday the 13rd, his eyes widened and his fist clenched. That was why he was so against that role, Tommy was the common American boy, the one who were looking for love, but in the meantime he enjoyed random sex and jerking off. Nikki was rubbed by the fact that he was jacking off on his ex girlfriend, the one that he still have feeling for.

“Hey, dude! What’s up?” Nikki turned around to face a smiling Tommy.

“That poster….” He pointed to Y/N one.

“Take it off.” “What? Why?”

“Just do it.” His voice was stern.

“Why, Nikki?

Don’t you like her?” “I fucking her, she’s my ex girlfriend and I don’t want you to masturbate over her.” Tommy’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t know…” He whispered.

“Now you know. Take it off.” “Okay.” Nikki didn’t go away till Tommy removed the poster and threw away in the trash can.

“Do you still love her, man?” “Yes.” His murmur was so low that Tommy barely heard it.

“Now… I have something to show you. I started to write a new song.” Nikki wasn’t ready to talk about Y/N.

Not yet.

Not even with his best friend.

…………………………………………..

 1985 (Y/N)

 You were in New York City, your acting career was doing well.

After playing as the final girl in Friday the 13rd you had better roles and now you were casted as the final girl in another horror movie: A Nightmare on Elm Street

You were happy, but you never forgot Nikki, not even for a second, it was like a silent ghost who haunted your life. Maybe because you still love him, maybe because now he was famous too as Mötley Crüe’s bassist and he had millions of fans and girls willing to have sex with him.

He wasn’t your boyfriend from a long time so why were you bothered by it?

You had no idea, you couldn’t explain it rationally.

You were so lost in your thoughts that just when someone almost walked over you, you came back to earth.  You were ready to insult this person to death when you saw a pair of green eyes you were able to recognize in between millions of green eyes.

They were Nikki’s eyes and they were full of rage and pain, you could tell he was hurting, that something deep inside him was wounded.

“Frankie?”

You murmured in a low tone, the eyes widened.

“Y/N?” He was surprised but suddenly he locked you up in a hug, you were about to complain when something wet fall on your neck: Nikki was crying.

You couldn’t help but hugged him back.

You stayed this way for a while, then you released him and took one of his hands in yours.

“Come with me.” He nodded.

You went in your hotel room with him and offered him some drinks, but he refused.

“What’s up, Fran… Nikki?”

“My manager invited my mother to visit me. We don’t talk to each other till I was a kid and she came out of the blue asking if ‘Home Sweet Home’ was written for her.

She’s the usual selfish bitch, I can’t take her anymore.” Then he looked at you.

“Sorry.” “It’s okay, Nikki. I’m not bothered by you, feel free to talk.” He shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to apologize to you for bringing you again in my shit. I apologize because I had been n asshole when I broke up with you.” “Oh.” “I was so jealous that everybody would see my girl half naked that I didn’t even take into consideration your feelings or watched the movie. Maybe I was just jealous that you hit the big time before me, but at the time I wasn’t ready to admit it. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I should have talked to you before accepting that role.”

You two stayed silent for a while.

“I want someone who love me for who I am.” He said, you got closer to him and cupped his face with your hands and kissed him.

You didn’t’ think, you just followed your instinct.

Now you were embarrassed and Nikki was surprised.

“What does it mean?” “Sorry, it was inappropriate.” “It wasn’t, but why, Y/N?” “Call me idiot, Nikki, but I still love you.” You lowered your eyes, afraid to read a rejection in them, but he lifted up gently your chin.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Y/N.”

“I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid that you went on with your life and stopped loving me.”

“You are the first girl I felt in love with and there were nothing serious after you.

You know, just sex, but my heart was frozen.”

“What are you trying to say?” “That I still love and I would like to give another chance to this crazy love of ours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” And he kissed you with burning passion.

Nikki has always been unpredictable, you had no certain that tomorrow he would still want to be with you or that he was so nice just because you were there at the right time to soften the blow.

You didn’t care while you were undressing him.

All you knew was that you were happy he was there.

How the fuck could you live without him for all these years?

It wasn’t important.

The important thing was that something told you that tomorrow he would be still there to rebuild your relationship from the scratch.

It was a fucking good feeling.