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[VICTORIA ELISE RAMONE]

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] The guitar that rested on Ray’s back bounced with him as he walked, giving him a sort of reassurance that he rarely got around objects. Lily would probably always be one of the only objects that would keep Ray company, and probably one of the only objects that would ever keep him from being totally isolated. Humans typically did the trick for him, but currently, he didn’t have that luxury. His band mates were supposed to have met him here earlier, but just a few moments ago he had gotten several calls from his friends. His first reaction had been anger that they hadn’t called sooner, because he assumed it had been a traffic backup or something. Nope, no such luck it seemed. All of them were sick with the flu or a stomach bug. Claimed they had been since last night when they were practicing, but they had assumed it nothing. Great. If all of them were sick, he would be sick to. This slight ache in his stomach that he had passed off as nerves would be his wrecking point later tonight when he went home. That was just great. No fun tonight, for sure. Not on stage, not with the ladies, nothing. As he made his way from where he had been tuning before getting the dreadful call, he hummed softly to himself. Another slight comfort. His brothers dog tags hang loosely from his neck, swinging as though with the beat of his song. He had to find whoever was managing this, hang around to look over some other bands, and then he could go home to wait for whatever bug had been on his friends to get him too. Maybe it would just pass off, if he was lucky. As he walked into the room, he hitched up his shoulder strap and cleared his throat. The woman in front of him was looking at something on her phone, smiling. He felt bad for disrupting her, but figured she’d probably be angry if he didn’t talk to her about what was going on with Tell ‘Em No More…He didn’t want to piss this woman off. She looked like she meant business. --------------------------------------------------------------- Words-360 Wearing-Picture above Lyrics by Foo Fighters Comment-Hope you don't mind me jumping in ----------------------------------------------------------------

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[VICTORIA ELISE RAMONE]

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] Ray felt his own embarrassment rising. Of course he knew her. But to be perfectly honest, he wasn’t exactly in his best specs. He was still fuming that no one had called him earlier. They hadn’t had practice that day because of the simple reason that they’d informed him they’d most likely be late. They had practiced for hours last night in his apartment, perfecting songs that needed to be perfected. They’d been okay last night. A few of the lyrics had been forgotten, but it had been iced over. Many of the members had just informed him that they’d been lacking a bit of snooze time. Hell, he knew the feeling. Why not give an off day? So yeah, Ray could say he’d been a moron. He’d been prepared to say that in front of everyone. But they all looked so tired, and they sure as hell couldn’t perform looking like that. They knew that every gig was important, so they’d be there. Right? Wrong, of course. Call him apologizing, sounding half dead. Ray gave her hand an awkward shake, as he was hardly used to doing that. He nodded and gave his usual charming smile. When she offered a seat, Ray took his guitar off of his back and set it on his lap before taking a seat. “Thanks” He typically would try to charm his way out of this, but along with feeling ticked off, he was feeling nervous and clammy, which he rarely ever did. He certainly would have to work his ass off if he wanted to be charming at all. He felt bad, to say the least. The question was intended as a statement, but he bit his lip. Damn, this wasn’t going to be easy. “I thought so…They were late and I assumed that at worst, they were stuck somewhere. I was about to give them a call when one of the guys called my saying he had the flu…I was about to call in to see if we could get a replacement when another one of them called in and sounded as though he were sick too…Food poisoning or something…Then, it just kind of poured in…All of them are sick, and seeing as how they were all practicing in my apartment last night, I’m probably no better off in a couple of good hours,”he said it all calmly, in a soft fluid voice. He was pretty sure it hadn’t worked perfectly, as he felt even more nervous when he finished. And the room felt a hell of a lot hotter. ------------------------------------------------------------ Words-400 Wearing-Above Lyrics by Foo Fighters ------------------------------------------------------------

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[VICTORIA ELISE RAMONE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] i'll be your everything , Had she heard right? All members of band were sick? Her hard, aggressive scribbling on the clipboard slowed and Victoria froze as anger started to build up in her. She turned her head slightly toward Ray and said, "You guys are supposed to be on stage in 30 minutes..." Her voice trailed off. Suddenly, she stood up and faced Ray with hands on her hips. "How am I supposed to find a replacement for a whole band in 30 minutes?" She exclaimed, voice getting louder with each passing word. Victoria's eyebrows furrowed. This guy was impossible. How could his entire band be sick? That must have been the lamest excuse in the book. Oh how this guy made her sick. "So Ray, tell me exactly what your plan was for when you're supposed to go on stage?" She said, in a matter-of-fact tone. It was like her motherly instincts kicked in on overdrive and she was scolding the guy for the lack of band he held. What was she going to do? She could feel her body warm up, especially in her hands and on her hair line. Looking him in the eye was no longer a question. In fact, Victoria was so frustrated with him that she had turned away from his general direction. The moment replayed in her head once, as she tried to find answers. Abruptly, she spun on her heel to face him. One of her hands rested on her hip, while the other pointed the clipboard straight between Ray's eyes. "This must be your fault. You pushed your band too hard." She waved the clipboard once more. And when she didn't get a satisfactory answer, she rolled her eyes, grunted and turned back around with her hands on her hips. "Kids these days don't take music seriously." she said under her breathe. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] Dang, he hated it when people flipped out, Especially when his head currently felt like he had the worst hangover of his life. He listened to here ranting and didn’t dare to speak up once, holding his eyes closed because he was afraid that if he opened them, the room might start spinning. To many noises, to much light. It felt as though he was currently at a party and had slugged down the entire punch bowl, spiked with some heavy stuff. He had nothing to look forward to tonight, so better keep his temper. When she was finished, he spoke his words carefully and calmly. It was the same tone he used to reassure anyone, and he was pretty good with reassuring, if he did say so himself. You had to be if you wanted to have a good time. “I have five okay guys currently on the hold for if your willing to take them. They’re a little off, but that probably won’t matter to a group of screaming fans. If it turns out you don’t want them, I will personally go on stage and perform the show as best as I can. It’ll be pretty sketchy, but hell, what else can I promise?”He kept the consistent tone of a reasonable man, though he had to keep himself from bring his hands up to his head to rub away the pain that was currently residing inside of it. He wished that he could say anything more, but only shook his head. He waited a long moment before replying, though he had to calm his voice even more. “Think whatever you want, babe. But I don’t have it in me to push them to hard. You wouldn’t push your family, would you?” he didn’t hear the next comment, so he didn’t reply. No need to anger her further. ------------------------------------- Words-310 Lyrics-Foo fighters Tag-Victoria ---------------------------------------------------

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[VICTORIA ELISE RAMONE]

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] What the hell? Figure of speech. Touché, much? He wanted to say this but figured better leave it unattended. He let out a sigh and held up his hands in mock defense. He sure as hell didn’t need this wreck. He didn’t feel any particular way about this woman, not really. A little annoyed, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to hurt her at all. Ray stood up when she started ranting, readying himself for the fact that she might soon be flayling her arms and trying to take a hit at him. He wanted to get that clipboard out of his face asap, but he was pretty sure she would not take to that one lightly. “Fine. Fair enough. I’m willing,” he said, not wanting to make a scene about it. He could use some of the old stuff he made when he’d been a younger, stupider musician. Or he could play some of the stuff he could remember. Anything acoustic. However, he took a hit back when she suddenly said the next words. With him? He bit his lip, but her next sentence didn’t exactly leave room for compromise. That was okay, he supposed. He liked playing with an alternate sound…It wouldn’t be Tell ‘Em No More, but it wouldn’t be bad. He had a smother voice, and mixed with her voice it would sound…Well, not bad. “Yeah, sure,” he said in a calm voice, but then nodded to himself. Yes. This could work. This could be really, really good. He smiled slightly and slung Lily over his shoulder. “What genre you good with? As long as it isn’t any pop, hell, I could care less,” he said, strumming lightly. ------------------------------ Words-289 Tag-Victoria Lyrics by Foo Fighters ------------------------------------

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[VICTORIA ELISE RAMONE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] i'll be your everything , Victoria scoffed a bit as he smugly asked her what genre she works in. She turned around with her hands on hips and her clipboard tucked right under her arm. "Haha, Honey, I work in every genre. You don't need to worry. I even know all your songs that were meant to be played tonight." she said it in a slightly joking tone, but things were still serious. She checked the clock. Twenty minutes had passed. "Oh shit, we're on stage in ten minutes." the words came out quickly and were racing all over the room, like her brain. Exactly what were they going to preform? This Ray guy was so stuck in his one genre, that it was giving her a hard time. Shouldn't an artist explore all genres? The one's she knew did. Perhaps Ray was just some lucky ass-hole. "You know Weezer, right? We'll do Say It Isn't So and perhaps Troublemaker?" She began to list of songs that they would probably know. The fans of course were not going to get Tell 'Em No More tonight, but that was Ray's fault, not hers. "How about Lil Wayne? How to Love? That has a good acoustic sound. If you don't know the chords, I can play it. Oh, you know Fleetwood Mac , right? Mind doing Landslide?" Victoria continued, jotting down notes as she went. She barely gave Ray the time to answer. "Oh, and Rooftops is a good song, we can do that." Admittedly, she was trying to choose songs that would mostly showcase her vocal abilities. A little selfish, but hey, that's rock and roll. She couldn't afford to get on stage and look unprepared. What if there were scouts out there? Any performance, to Victoria, must end in success as it may determine her future. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[RAY NATHAN ADAMS]

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[atrb=background, i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo255/Wolfrunner13/onemoretry.jpg] Damn, this one was hard to get along with. Oh well. He’d get along fine enough. He bit his lip to retort at her facial expression. Calm down, he wanted to yell. She was making him nervous, and a nervous guy isn’t exactly what he was going for. He was used to being confident, knowing everything behind every courner. But this was unusual to him, turf that he had not yet explored. Not that he wasn’t willing. When this was over, he’d be home strumming his guitar. Ten minutes. Jeez…Fine. He’d take her up on her offer more and let her do whatever the heck she wanted. Ray nodded slowly to each of her suggestions, strummed lightly. He knew the songs well enough, and although he was suddenly understanding her underline message, he would get over it. Ray understood that she wouldn’t be messed with tonight. “I know the cords to all those songs, babe. Lyrics too.” he wasn’t going to lie. Despite the popish sound Lil Wayne typically possessed, he didn’t mind that particular song. Most of the songs were his style. Pretty good on her part. Really good, actually. He was, admittedly, fairly surprised that she knew all of these songs, but he wouldn’t say so to her face. He felt himself feel a bit happier that he’d have this woman as his partner. It would be nice to have another person to perform with. He strummed absently to tune what needed to be tuned, then got up, smiled that smile of his, and put out his hand. “It’ll be an honor performing with you, Victoria,” he said, tilting his head. He hoped that she wouldn’t brush it off as though he were nothing more then scum. He’d put her into a spot, Ray would admit that. But things can happen well enough and he had a good feeling. --------------------------- Words-325 Tag-Victoria Lyrics by Foo Fightes

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