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Post by blaire simons! on Jun 11, 2012 21:22:22 GMT -5
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Blaire was slowly grasping tour life, and was beginning to embrace her new found fame just a bit more. Though deep down there still remained a very scared girl. At any moment she could mess up and all this could be taken from her. Although she had loved her online youtube fame, she new it would never compare to what she felt when she looked down at hundreds of faces screaming Murder Mayhem. Blaire had used to pride herself on her number of views, and likes, but now she was finding a new found pride in the show she put on. When the label had first told her she would no longer be able to continue her youtube channel was pretty upset. After all she felt a deep connection to the friends she had made online, the fans that continued to flood her inbox with song requests. Whenever Blaire felt as though she was in need of an ego boost she always snuck back on her account and read all the wonderful comments she he been left over the years. Those kind words were enough to uplift her and make her continue this crazy journey she found herself on.
Blaire smirked at the thought before she heard Rosie's familiar drumming, and snapped back into the realm she was currently in. Without hesitation Blaire immediately let the words seep from her lips. "Show me..." she screamed, before continuing to scream the next couple lyrics before breaking and starting to sing. Blaire had found a new love for the stage, even if it still had the ability to shake her to the core. "I'm drowning in solitude."Blaire sang before letting out a loud scream "AGAIN." Blaire was putting her entire heart in soul in trying to master every song the former singer had claimed glory with . Blaire wanted to be better than her, she wanted people to ask her who down the road. Blaire wanted to become the lasting image of Murder Mayhem and prove to everyone out there she wasnt just some youtube princess. That she had a voice, and even if they didnt want to hear it, they would never be able to stifle it.
Blaire smiled as she sang the last few lyrics. After she had finished she took a much needed breath letting her guitarist end their show. Blaire smiled as she left the stage, the first smile that had ever crossed her face to date during a performance. Blaire fiddled with her tutu for a bit before attempting to make her way back to the dressing room where her ice cold bottle was calling her name. However on her way there, and too wrapped up in her thoughts, she ran smack into someone. Blaire practically jumped out of her skin when her dark brown eyes landed on the tall, slender figure of the man she had run into. "no fucking way." she muttered under her breath, shocked by who stood before her. Blaire had loved their music for god knows how long. Sure talking to Harvey Havoc had almost made her wet herself, but the person standing before her caused so much more. He was a fucking god, and Blaire new she wasnt hiding her amazement at all.
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BRONX DEADMAN!
disturb the peace
rhythm guitar
played by nate !
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Post by BRONX DEADMAN! on Jun 12, 2012 0:21:47 GMT -5
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If Bronx was really going to be honest, there were a lot of things in the world that got him excited and intrigued. It didn’t take much at all, really. He’d always been perhaps a little too positive and particularly over excitable because honestly, he saw no reason to be a downer all the time like some people he met along the way. However, there were few things that actually held his attention for longer than a couple minutes. Sure, he was interested by a lot of things, but it wouldn’t be very long before he’d find something else to look at or investigate. It was when he was still asking questions or investigating, or even going out of his way to seek something out that one could really tell that he was genuinely interested.
Blaire Simons was a girl that interested him. He’d already heard her name a few times and as per usual, he took initial interest. All it took was for him to find out that she was a YouTube sensation turned rock star to make him want to learn more. He looked her up on the website that kicked off her fame and needless to say, he was impressed. Before long, he made the ultimate decision that he wanted to meet her. If nothing else, he wanted to introduce himself and see what kind of first impression she gave off so that he’d have a story to tell if her name came up in another conversation. After all, there was certainly something to be said about a girl not only getting signed, but being invited into a band just from a series of YouTube videos and internet buzz. Sure, similar things had happened and it wouldn’t be the last time, but it definitely wasn’t a common thing.
Adding the finishing touch, a red and white collared shirt, to his outfit, he gave himself a seductive grin in the mirror. Just as he did so, one of his band mates just happened to walk by and catch sight of it. “Don’t judge me, short shit.” He said quickly, now giving the same grin to Jimi. “You know I look damn good.” To add to the slightly seductive vibe he was giving off – jokingly of course – he ran his tongue over his upper lip before blowing the other man a kiss. “Later bro, I’m off to meet new talent.” He added as he scooted his way past, giving Jimi a smack on the ass for good measure. With that, he was as good as gone.
It didn’t take long to reach the stage that Murder Mayhem was performing on from his bus. Considering that not only was he a part of the tour itself but he carried his famous name, he wiggled his way in backstage. From there, he had an essentially perfect view of Rosie, one of his most favourite people, and Blaire Simons, the girl he’d come all the way out to meet. He’d seen his fair share of Murder Mayhem shows and he never got sick of it, but had it not been for Blaire, he probably would’ve skipped this one. After all, he could’ve stayed on the bus and roped Jimi in for a video game competition or something along those lines.
Bronx retreated a little bit once the set was over, opting to let the band breathe a little bit before he cornered their new singer and asked her many questions. Luckily for him, he wasn’t forced to corner her at all – instead, she ran right into him. “Hi!” he greeted enthusiastically, glad that she’d made it so easy for him. “You’re Blaire, right?” He asked, although he already knew the answer to her question. “I’m Bronx. How’s it going? No, better question, how’d it go out there?”
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Post by blaire simons! on Jun 12, 2012 21:26:26 GMT -5
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Blaire was still a bit starstruck, and didn't even realize how long she had stood there staring. But come on, it was fucking Bronx Deadman standing before her, he was a god when it came to a guitar. To be honest Blaire had been amazed by the band as a whole for a while, but she had to admit she had always had a fondness for a man with a guitar. When she finally snapped from her staring she laughed nervously before breaking eye contact with him. To be honest he was making her incredibly nervous, and she couldn't help but to shift in place. "Yeah.." she said shyly before looking over at her shoulder at her band mates, hoping to god one would come over and ease her nerves. Blaire felt so much more confident when Rosie had her back. Although she had felt like Rosie hadn't cared for her in the beginning, she had slowly become Blaire's rock. Rosie was incredibly awesome, and her kindness wasn't something Blaire had ever thought she would acquire. But now that they were friends, Blaire couldn't picture her life without that stunning little red head.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I'm just a little shocked." she admitted with an adorable giggle. Her larger eye lashing enhancing the brown of her eyes as she looked up at him once more. "Its getting better." she replied somewhat talking over him out of nervousness not in an attempt to be rude. Blaire blushed out of embarrassment at her actions, before looking down at her feet. "Sorry, I never thought I would actually get the chance to meet you, I've been a fan for quite a long time. I mean I had requests for your covers, but never did them because I didn't think I could even come close to doing them justice." she said with a smile. She couldn't help but to be humble before him. He was a huge name in the business and quite honestly standing before him was a dream come true. "I actually enjoyed this set, I think I'm really starting to get a hang of this." she admitted humbly.
"I'm sure your like everyone else and know that they snatched me off of youtube." she admitted playing with her hands in a nervous fashion. "A lot of people expect me to fail, and it has made this transition and even harder one. Not to mention I have incredibly huge shoes to fill." she said with another cute smile and laugh. When Blaire realized she was rambling she became a tad bit frustrated with herself. After all she had hoped that she would have kept a better mind set and demeanor if she had ever managed to meet any of her idols while on tour. "I'm so sorry I'm rambling, did I forget to mention I'm incredibly nervous." she said with a smile. Blaire crossed her arms over her chest in a manner that would suggest she was trying to muster up some courage. She licked her bottom lip, before looking up at him. "Forgive me? I had hoped I would have been a lot more confident when I met an idol of mine." Blaire said deciding it was best to just shut up now.
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BRONX DEADMAN!
disturb the peace
rhythm guitar
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Post by BRONX DEADMAN! on Jun 19, 2012 11:47:04 GMT -5
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Now that Bronx had finally got to meet the only YouTube talent on this tour, he felt oddly accomplished. Of course, he had set his sights on meeting her if only to be able to say that he had. It’d even become a goal, of sorts, to meet Miss Blaire. It wasn’t any surprise that he felt that sense of accomplishment now that he could check that off of his to-do list. As he looked her over, he was none too disappointed, either. He liked the pink shade of her hair, not to mention her eyes were pretty incredible. The outfit she was wearing impressed him, too – he hadn’t seen any of the other girls on this tour wear anything like it. Blaire stood out in the crowd and he liked that about her.
The second she apologized; Bronx furrowed his eyebrows a little bit out of slight confusion. He wasn’t sure what she could possibly be apologizing for, but he let it pass and opted not to question her directly about it. “Shocked about what?” That was another thing that confused him. What was there to be shocked about? The more he thought about it, the only thing he could come up with was the fact that he’d showed up out of nowhere and she’d gone and accidentally run into him. That was a little shocking, sure, but the way she was acting made Bronx assume there was more to it than that. The confusion melted away when she spoke again – she was a fan. It was still hard for Bronx to wrap his head around the fact that there were people out there that were as nervous about meeting him as he was about meeting his own music idols.
“Oh, don’t be silly.” He said with a casual shrug. “We’re not music gods or anything.” Bronx was certainly proud of his band and the music they created. He honestly believed that his band mates had tons of talent and he was glad to be a part of it. Regardless, the comment she had just made wasn’t in the least bit true. “I would’ve liked to see a cover of one of our songs come from you. You’ve got a lot more talent than some of the covers I’ve seen on YouTube…” He let out a laugh then. He hated to admit it but it was true, some of the people that had uploaded covers of Disturb the Peace songs to that website were truly atrocious. He admired them, sure, for having the courage to put them selves out there, but that’s as far as his appreciation went. At the same time, he’d found covers that were so good that he’d even gone as far as commenting on them. The funny part there was that the uploader didn’t even believe that it was actually him.
“The first few times in front of an actual audience is always intimidating.” He replied with a nod. Bronx had his fair share of nerves in the early DTP days. It was 100x easier now, since all five of them knew how to put on an awesome show every single time. “It gets easier, though. I bet it’ll be no time before you’re rocking as hard as the others out there.” The smile that Blaire gave him soon after that did not go unnoticed by him. He’d always been one to pick up on the smallest of details and needless to say, Blaire had a gorgeous smile. He couldn’t resist grinning back at her. Bronx was pleased that she wasn’t all high and mighty just because of her YouTube fame and that she recognized the difference between the Internet and a live show. She deserved to be a more proud than she was coming off now, but if she were too proud; he wouldn’t have wasted any more time on her.
He could see the nervousness practically radiating off of her. As adorable as it was to see, he wanted her to relax and talk to him less like he was the guitarist for a famous band. After all, he hadn’t gone so far out of his way to meet Blaire for any other reason than her obvious talent. Now that she’d given him a first impression, he was looking for some friendly conversation. “Well, what can I do to help ease your nerves?” He asked, briefly pulling his phone out to look at the time. “Is it too early for a drink?”
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Post by blaire simons! on Jun 21, 2012 19:49:24 GMT -5
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Blaire had struggled quite a bit in making friends on this tour, and other than Rosie she wouldn't say she had very many. Hell a couple of the crew members for Murder Mayhem weren't that kind to her, thus Blaire had spent the morning on the bus doing her hair and makeup by herself. The pink haired woman wasn't one to make waves, so she did her best to keep herself out of their way. Blaire knew a lot of people were still attached to Faye, and well to be honest she knew some of them felt the need to treat Blaire like shit in order to preserve Faye's memory. But truth be told Faye gave up her spot, and in doing so abandoned most of her friends who still remained, and boy were they waisting their time being mean to a complete stranger. Blaire did her best not to let her eyes linger to long on Bronx, after all she didn't want to seem weird or creepy. Blaire never thought she would have gotten the chance to meet him, and part of her wanted to jump up and down like a kid on Christmas. Thankfully for Blaire she was only doing that gesture in her head, and managed to keep her feet on the ground and her drool in her mouth.
Blaire laughed at the thought before returning her dark brown eyes to his features. "I mean by you being here. You being so ... i guess the only word to use would be famous, I never really thought someone like you would be greeting me." she said with a shrug. Blaire was becoming more relaxed by the fact that she was doing okay being herself. Blaire often thought the goofy, quirky, and eccentric personality of hers was less than desirable. But if someone like Bronx Deadman was continuing to talk to her, she must not be that much of a loser. Blaire laughed when he stated they weren't music gods. Boy was he living in a bubble. "Have you been online?" Blaire said a true smile accompanying her laugh. "Your pretty fucking godly." she sad looking up at him her smile remaining just as excited. " My youtube channel got flooded by your music on the regular.. hell i think i have an episode where i was commenting on your guys album.. i think the word god fell from my lips." she said, running a hand through her pink locks. "So deny it all you want mister Deadman, but you are indeed a god to us fan peasants." she teased.
"Maybe one day, if you play your cards right." she said before looking over her shoulder at what the rest of her band was doing. She decided that talking to Bronx would be better than catching up with them to go eat like they had all planned too. "Pick one for me, and I'll do it. But it cant be on my channel." she said with a frown. "A condition of my contract was not singing covers on my youtube. Which is kind of ironic because they are having me cover Faye all the time. To be honest I think my range is a lot better, and my screams... well their improving." she said with a smile. Blaire wasn't trying to brag, not in the slightest, but it was really nice to stare believing in her own talents once again. When he asked what he could do to ease her nerves, she blushed. Alright so she had been starting to fill more secure standing there but he had made her nervous all over again. "Keep making me smile." she admitted. "Its nice to hear that some people actually think I have talent, because honestly a lot of people are pissed about this line up change." she said looking down at her feet, almost as if a dark cloud had fallen over her. It seemed that people hating her was something that really got to Blaire.
Yet when he asked her if she wanted to grab a drink her mood did a one eighty. "I usually don't drink." she admitted with a slight frown. "But I can make an exception if its a friendly and random adventure." she said with a smile.
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