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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

Sammie was glad when her classes were over for the day. It wasn't that she didn't like them, she did, it was just today she wasn't in a learning mood. She wanted to be just about anywhere other than the lecture hall she was in. So when the class finally ended, Sammie was one of the first students up and out of the room. She was happy she weren't have any more classes for the day or tomorrow. That meant a day and a half to herself!

Noticing a few students she knew from some classes they shared, Sammie stopped to talk to them for a little bit before heading on her way again. Just before she left the building, she pulled her jacket from her backpack and slipped it on, then stepped out into the December air. She breathed in deeply and looked around, trying to see if she could see anyone she knew. Not spotting anyone, Sammie frowned and went on walking.

She didn't want to head home just yet, but she wasn't sure what else to do. She didn't have work since she booked today and tomorrow off, but that was started to look like it had been a bad idea. She sighed and buttoned up her jacket as the wind whipped at her face. She looked up to check where she was and that was when she spotted Academy Records. She knew it was a music store, but had never been in there. Well, that was about to change.

Crossing the street, Sammie made her way to the front door of the building, opening it and stepping inside. She quickly looked around, noticing that there was one person who looked like they worked here and at least three other customers. Unbuttoning her jacket, Sammie walked over to a shelf to see what on it. Looking at some of them, she realised that she must been in the eighties section.

She was just reaching out a hand to grab one of the album to get a better look at it when she heard a crash and an angry voice. She spun around to see what had happened.

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[dallas ferguson thomas]

There were days when Dallas couldn’t believe that this was his life. Even after all this time he still found himself expecting to wake up back in his bedroom in Phoenix, Arizona to the sounds of his sisters fighting over bathroom time or hair products. Six years of being in the music business, living the dream so many only ever grasped at still didn’t seem real. It wouldn’t matter how many celebrity parties Dallas found himself invited to, or how many hours he put in at a recording studio, it still took him a few minutes in the morning to realise that this really was his life now. He had woken up that morning forced to ignore the slight hangover that he was sporting from the night before. Maybe hitting up a party before a long day of work and meetings wasn’t the greatest of ideas, but Dallas had found himself waking up feeling worse than this before now. He might have wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed until noon, but Dallas whipped up a breakfast out of what he could find in his refrigerator and then knocked back a bottle of water before he took a near scalding hot shower.

He was just about ready to head out when the car arrived to pick him up. He sat in the back listening to his manager going through some of their plans for the day, a lunch meeting with someone Dallas really needed to learn the name of. The only thing on the agenda that he was truly focused on was the record store that afternoon. He had a signing happening there tomorrow, but was heading over to confirm some stuff with the management today. He knew many rock stars would send a PA or other employee, but Dallas had a bad experience with a PA who had wound up in his bed and broken hearted. In an act of vengeance she had cancelled or changed most of his booked appointments for the month and then quit before Dallas could notice. He had learnt two things from that; not to mix business with pleasure, and that it was just easier to do things by himself.

Dallas mumbled through the day right up until Academy Records. He was familiar with the store, liked the place for his own personal shopping reasons. The meeting was short and brief; confirming times, checking security details and ensuring everything was ready to go tomorrow. He was glad that they were as excited and as prepared as he was since it just made life that much easier. When they came out of the office, Dallas was aware of eyes on him, but after six years he was used to being spotted. The guy though was not one of the polite fans, and quickly barrelled over, taking down and display and shouting when Dallas stepped away from him. He had all the time in the world for fans if they were polite and respected his space. This guy didn’t seem to care though that Dallas had been mid-conversation with the store’s supervisor. Stepping back further and turning his attention to the records in the rack, Dallas remained calm and unbothered by the incident, letting it all go over his head as the man was escorted from the store. “Walk it off, buddy. Come back tomorrow if it means so much.” It wasn’t the first and it wouldn’t be the last; of that Dallas was certain. He was just thankful that the store was pretty quiet right now. It could have been much worse for everyone.

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

It didn't take long for Sammie to notice someone being escorted from the store. She blinked a few times, trying to come up with a reason someone would be kicked out of a store. Sure, this was probably the person that had made the loud crash, but was that reason enough to make him leave? Sammie wasn't sure, but she planned on finding out. Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder at the shelf she had just been looking at, she grabbed her bag and went to search for that could answer the questions she had. Samme didn't have to wait long. She noticed a couple of girls speaking quietly to each other and pointing at something or someone. When Sammie walked up and asked them, they both giggled and said that a famous singer was in the store.

Sammie couldn't help but frown at this, not because she didn't believe them, it actually made sense, what with the guy from a few minutes ago. But she was flashing back to her childhood. Her father was a famous country singer in Texas, where Sammie had grown up, and through Luke Jones made sure his children stay out of the spotlight as much as possible, that didn't always happen. Sammie turned away from the giggling girls, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. Everything was started to make some sense. Someone had spotted a singer they liked and got to wild. Sammie remembered that happening to her father a few times, and the first couple of time it had happened had scared her. She had quickly gotten used to it, but that still didn't erase the crazed look she remembered in some of the fans' eyes.

Shaking her head, Sammie went on walking through the store. Now, instead of wondering what had happened, she was wondering who. The girls hadn't given any hints to who it could be, expect that it was a "famous singer." It didn't take long before Sammie found what she was looking for. She saw a small group of people, a couple of them seemed to be apologizing to a dark haired man. Sammie looked at him, and tilted her head. He looked familiar, and she guessed that must be the "famous singer" the girls had been talking about. Still, even though she kinda recognized him, she couldn't put a name to his face. She bit her lip.

Dallas // Outfit // Hiiii

[dallas ferguson thomas]

Dallas didn't like it when things took a turn for the worst in regards to his fans. He didn't like seeing rowdy people being escorted away from him just because they were so keen to snap a photograph with him or get him to sign something. However, there were certain things he didn't make the rules about, and he had been told time and time again about the risks. Some might be overly keen fans, other people might be unstable and actually mean him harm. Dallas knew his family would never forgive him if anything should happen to him because he relaxed his security detail because he was feeling a little too friendly one day. He already did what he could for his fans; letting signing run late, staying after concerts to greet those who were lingering at the stage door or crowding around his tour bus. He knew he wouldn't be living his dream without those people and he knew that some of those people were the reason he had shot to fame in the first place. Dallas wasn't the kind to forget about the people who had given him everything.

He was aware now that there was even more attention in his direction than there had been thirty second ago. He sighed, pretending not to notice. He didn't want to cause a big scene, didn't like them very much unless they were a part of his performance, but Dallas was learning that they were sometimes unavoidable in his line of work. He was just thankful that there were no flashes from cameras around, though he was usually lucky in avoiding that sort of publicity. There were bigger and more interesting stars in New York City, and the press had fast learnt that while the Arizona rock star was a big party boy, he just liked the fun and the music and wasn't actually up to anything sordid or terrible like the tabloids might have hoped.

As the apologies came his way from people he didn't hold responsible in the slightest, Dallas laughed and shook his head. "Forget it. It happens sometimes when I'm out for milk." He shrugged the ordeal off, like he had done every time since the third time. It came with the territory now and he was probably far too laidback about such things in his management's eyes, but there was no changing Dallas. Fame nor money had changed him from the young kid from Arizona who had made it big at seventeen. Glancing around though he noticed that eyes were still fixed on him, albeit subtly. "Ladies and Gentleman, I am sorry about that slight interruption to what I hope was otherwise a very nice day. Your purchases this afternoon from this fine establishment are entirely on me." He knew his manager was rolling his eyes behind him, but Dallas didn't care. He liked doing nice things in grand ways, and it was putting money back into a store he adored.

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

Ever since she was a young girl growing up in Texas, Sammie had wanted to be a singer. She had even asked her parents a few times if she could go on stage with her dad. But both of then had flat out said no. After a while, Sammie had given up asking and had settled for singing to family and close friends. Still, her dreams of becoming a singer never left her, and it was part of the reason she was studying music in university. She wanted her singing dreams to come true, and she planned on making it happen one way or another before she was twenty-five. Why twenty-five? Sammie wasn't sure, it just seemed like a good age.

She was still staring at familiar looking person when he started speaking. Sammie's eyebrows shot up when she heard what he said. So, he was the famous singer that the girls had been talking about, Sammie was glad to have that bit confirmed. But she was surprise at what he was offering to everyone. Sammie couldn't remember her father having ever done that. She tilted her head, trying to decided whether to go up to him to talk or not. Sammie wasn't a shy person, even around celebrities, but she realised that his security would probably on edge right now about what happened. They might stop anyone who got within two feet of the singer. And even if he was offering to pay for everyone's purchases today, that didn't mean he wanted anyone near him at the moment.

Sammie looked around, seeing smiling faces on just about everyone as most of them went back to their shopping. A few of them continued to stare and point at the singer, probably thinking the same thing Sammie was, approach or not. Sammie turned back to watch the group with the singer. Gripping her bag in her hand, Sammie made up her mind. She took a step forward and watched for any reaction from the group she was walking towards. Seeing none, she took a few more steps. She was trying to show she wasn't a threat and wasn't planning on harming anyone. She wasn't sure how well she was doing that, but no one seemed to mind her approaching.

Finally Sammie was close enough that she could speak to the person in question without shouting. "That's a nice thing you're offering," she said. She loosed her grip on her bag and got herself to relax a bit.

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[dallas ferguson thomas]

The only thing Dallas had ever wanted to do was sing. It had been his talent ever since he had started to talk, and there was nothing he was going to let hold him back. His family had always supported him, encouraging him to take part in local shows and fetes, putting his name forward whenever he asked them to. It was always fun when he was younger, but the passion turned fiery when he was old enough to turn his love into something greater. He had been writing his own music and lyrics since he was a teenager, but he never really had a chance to do all that much with them until he landed himself that record deal. Dallas performed one or two during high school shows, but when he was unknown and still a kid with braces, people often preferred to hear something that was popular at the time, or a song that brought back memories of first love and a high school they had graduated from a long time ago. He had a rockier edge now than the little boy who starred old home videos did, but it worked for him and people seemed to like his style, or else they’d have stopped buying his albums.

His team knew to hang back and give Dallas some space unless they really did sense a threat. Dallas liked having his space and living his life as normally as possible, even if his manager told him time and time again that it wasn’t going to be possible forever. Plus, he liked to appear approachable. He had never wanted to be one of those rock stars who was surrounded by an entourage who made it look like they were completely untouchable. He was still just another guy who happened to make a living by making music. Dallas just thought himself lucky to have caught a break so young and to have been able to turn his fifteen minutes of fame into something that actually lasted. He knew so many people who didn’t make it, or who burnt out when those minutes ticked down. He had even met a few, and it was awkward and kind of a shame to see them scrambling to reclaim what they had once had, almost as though it had never left them. He didn’t know what he would do if he woke up tomorrow with no career, but Dallas did know that he would try again to make something with his guitar and what he knew he was good at.

He glanced at a few more records in the stands, ignoring the murmurings of the customers. Dallas knew they would be pleased at his offer – who wouldn’t be – so he didn’t feel the need to say or do anything more. It was only when he heard someone close by that he looked up, eyebrows slightly raised in curiosity. Dallas smiled and shook his head. “What can I say? I’m a nice guy.” He didn’t really get a chance to show it unless it was at a pre-organised event by his management, but they were rare and few given how busy his schedule was with shows and parties he chose to attend. “And what will I be buying you?”

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

When she had been about nine, Sammie had asked her mom why she couldn't go on stage with her dad. Her mom had said that she wanted her children to go up as normally as possible. A few days later, when Sammie had asked her dad the same question, he more or less gave the same answer as Marie had did. And while Sammie could kinda see where they were coming from, she also has a couple of problems with it. The first one was how normal could the life of a child of a celebrity be? Sure, they could keep the child out of the spotlight as much as possible, but sooner or later, people would connect the dots.

However, to Sammie that wasn't the biggest problem. No, that would be the fact she was already planning on becoming a singer sooner or later, and because of that she figured her parents were want to get her use to being in the spotlight and talked about. But nope, they didn't see it that way. It was shortly after this that Sammie decided to stop asking about going on stage with her father and ust settled for singing for family and close friends. It wasn't really want she wanted, but it would have to do. And it did, until her mom died and everything felt like it was out of control.

Back in the present, Sammie was smiling as she shrugged. "I was just looking around for now. Never been in here before," she answered. Then tilting her head slightly, she quickly admitted, "You look familiar, and I know you're a singer, but I can't remember your name." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Sammie's eyes widen a little, and she looked away. She hoped he wouldn't take offence to what she just said, she figured he wouldn't but she couldn't be completely sure.

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[dallas ferguson thomas]

Although Dallas had been allowed to chase his dreams, his parents hadn’t let him run wild with his head in the clouds. He had to make good grades in school or else he couldn’t enter the talent shows and local contests. They had been fair, but strict. Any bad behaviour or bouts of pettiness saw him get his guitar taken away for a couple of days until he had earned it back or learnt his lesson; whichever came first. Even now, when he had all he ever wanted, they were still only a phone call away to remind him not to let it go to his head. They frequently did it, too. Telling him tales of home, reminding him of all the stupid things he had done over the years. Dallas wasn’t about to forget his roots anyway, but his parents definitely made certain of it.

He had been lucky, yes, but Dallas wasn’t about to put everything he had achieved down to the stars aligning themselves. He had worked damn hard, too. Music had always been more than a hobby to him and he had made it so that when that contest had come around, and when he was performing to win, he was already used to crowds and pressure. It had never been quite that great, but he could tune out the voice in his mind telling him how much it would mean to win, and Dallas had approached it all like one long talent show; which essentially it had been. He was young, he had that on his side, talented for sure, and in the end all that hard work and perhaps with a slight bit of help from Lady Luck, he had actually won and found himself with the record deal he had thought he’d be chasing into his late twenties. It was only then he let himself think about how everything would change now. The first thing Dallas did was replace his dad’s beat up old car with a brand new one he knew the man pined after. Then he bought his mom a new cooker since theirs was on its last legs. He treated his sisters and then he focused on himself. Dallas wouldn’t be anywhere without his family, and he knew that more than anyone.

Dallas let his dark eyes travel around the small, but well stocked shop. “Well, this place has my seal of approval. Although apparently it’s not good to stick that on windows, so I’ll have to just stick to Instagramming photos of the place when I’m here.” Obviously he couldn’t go out of his way to favour one record store over another when they all sold his merchandise. According to management such things had caused problems in the past, but there was absolutely nothing stopping him from shopping in one more than the other and thanking the locality or the stock itself. There was a whole dark side of political games in the music industry that Dallas really didn’t enjoy dealing with, but it all came part and parcel. Laughing warmly, Dallas took absolutely no offence to the girl not remembering his name. In fact, it was a little refreshing. “Dallas. Dallas Thomas.” He answered, wearing a huge grin of amusement. “And since we’re switching names, what can I call you?” He was raised with manners, and if he ever forgot them he suspected his mother would sense it and come to beat them back into him.

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

Sammie's dream of becoming a singer had never left her. As far back as she could remember she wanted to be one. It was always on her mind, and she was always working towards it one way or another. The only time her dream was put on the back burner was when her mom had died. When that happened, she was more force on trying to get her family to smile and remember all the good times they had with Marie. It didn't really help. Her older brother, Travis, and one of her sisters, Rachel, would acting out more and since Luke was falling into a depression and pulling away from his children, he didn't really care what they would doing. And Sammie's other sister, Victoria, hadnt been any help since she too seemed to be going into a depression.

Finally, after a little over five years of this, Sammie had to get away. While she hadn't planned on anyone coming with her, her sisters insisted and Sammie couldn't say no to them. She loved her sisters, even if they drove her crazy sometimes. Once they had settled here in New York City, Sammie had quickly gone to work trying to get back on track to becoming a singer. She wasn't going to let anything stop her this time. She was willingly to do almost anything to make her dreams come true. And she figured studying music was the best place for her to start.

When the man didn't seem offended and introduced himself, Sammie looked back at him, a smile on her face. "Sammie...Jones," she answered when he asked for her name. She quickly looked around the store before looking back at Dallas. "So, I'm guessing you've been in here a lot if it has your seal of approval, right." She figured this was true, but she just wanted to make sure.

Dallas // Outfit // Hiiii

[dallas ferguson thomas]

Dallas had been pretty lucky in that nothing had ever gotten in his way on his path to achieving his dreams. There hadn’t even been a hiccup of laryngitis or a cold at an unfortunate time. He knew when the competition had been heating up a few of the contestants on the show had lost their voices, contracted the flu, or just been so run down that their singing abilities were affected. For one or two it had ultimately cost them their place in the final standings, and he felt for them, he really did. Dallas knew that they were all talented enough to make it, and to lose out because of a cold or a tickle in the throat was beyond cruel. It was the fates way of mocking them and it broke them. He saw them struggle to hold it together, but he was there to hug them and try to offer comfort when the tears did start falling. He never experienced it himself; he was the winner at the end of it all, but he hugged everyone he said goodbye too. He hoped they’d make it one day, and he didn’t just say that to be polite. He knew how hard some of them were fighting for their break, and he wanted them to find it. They all deserved it, but the chance of every one of them making it was slim and that was the toughest thing to admit. For that reason, he avoided talking about it so much anymore. He could be thankful of it and the chance it gave him, but Dallas was away from that now and standing on his own two feet in the industry as a successful name.

He knew he had a reputation these days as a bit of a wild partier, but he had never let it harm his career. He had shown up to recording once with a hangover, but never again. His producer had pushed him harder on that day than any other to make sure the young man learned his lesson. So, while Dallas had his reputation in the magazines for coming out of the clubs and the parties, he knew it was only when he didn’t have to be somewhere at 8am the following morning. He lived the typical life of a rock star, rumours and gossip included. He just reminded his family to listen only to what he told them and not what the tabloids spun into trashy journalism. He was young, he had fun, and not every girl or boy he was photographed with was his latest fling. However, paparazzi didn’t care about that; rumours sold their papers and magazines, after all.

Smirking a lopsided smirk that had been in many a picture, Dallas combed his outgrown mohawk from his eyes with his fingers. “Well, Sammie Jones, the pleasure is mine.” He said charmingly, moving his hand back to his side, shoving his fingers into the tight pocket of his jeans. He glanced around the store, his dark eyes taking note of the people already at the cash register. “It’s local to me, and I like the smaller places over the big stores. Besides, just because I make music doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it, too.” He joked, smirking again. Dallas knew he could probably get records for free through contacts he already had made in the industry, but he would rather support and give back to fellow artists than turn into some diva. He already felt guilty when he requested things at the venues he was performing in, even if they were simple things like a bottle of Dr Pepper rather than Pepsi.

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

While Victoria was known as the girly-girl, and Rachel was the rebel, Sammie was the outgoing ball of sunshine. She was always smiling, even when she didn't feel like doing so, and always trying to look on the bright side of things. When ever some bad happened to her, Sammie would smile through the pain and act like she was fine. It was her way of dealing with the hurt. Where as some may lash out or cry, Sammie would put on a smile and pretend that nothing was wrong. One of these days it was probably going to overwhelm her and she probably would break down. But she never thought about that, so every bad thing was kept bottle up.

Sammie tucked some hair behind her ear and nodded as she listened to Dallas. "Local?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "So, you live in New York too?" Realising what else he said, Sammie continued with, "True. Besides if you didn't listen to other music, how would you know the competition!" She smiled to show she was joking. She know that some musicians listened to other music because they wanted to for one reason or another. While there probably were some who did only listen to other musicians to get to "know the competition" she doubted many of them did that.

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[dallas ferguson thomas]

Dallas didn’t think he’d changed all that much since finding fame. He would admit to maybe becoming a little more extravagant in some ways, choosing to eat out more or party in more VIP lounges, but that was part of the job. At least that the excuse Dallas used for when he accepted the party invitations or took people to the fancier restaurants in the city. In other ways though, in the ways that mattered, he still saw himself as the same man. He treated people in the same was as he did back home, back when he was still a teenager just dreaming of finding his break someday. During interviews he was as honest as ever, giving answers that gave a glimpse into his life and painting him as just another twenty-one year old living the dream, but who came from humble roots and a good family. He worked hard, probably partied harder, but it all came together in the end and sometimes even provided him with the inspiration he needed when he hit a mental block and needed that jumpstart to find his muse again.

“New York is where everything happens. I like to be where the best parties are.” He said with a smirk. It was no secret that he had a fancy apartment in the city. He had been snapped plenty of times there, had even been caught looking for a home when he had first been checking places out. He hadn’t understood why there had been a fascination in his real estate curiosities, but there had been. Thankfully, they didn’t lurk outside his building or hound him after he did buy the apartment, and unless he did something to land himself in hot water with the press, they often only stalked him if they saw him out and about and doing something that appeared scandalous; like partying hard, or with some mysterious person. “Good point. I need to know who I’m up against for my next album.” He ran his fingers over his rough stubble as though in contemplation and then chuckled softly. “Although most of the time I just appreciate and support my friends. They work harder than I do most of the time.” Not everyone partied like he did, or had caught the break he had. He supported those who had worked for years to make it, and who really did cherish every moment of their career like it could end that very second. “So, what about you? Let me guess….student?”

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

If someone would to tel Sammie she was bottling things up, she would flat out deny it. Not because she didn't want it to be true, but because she honestly thought she wasn't. She didn't realise how much she was keeping bottled up. And if one would to look back on Sammie's past, they would see she hadn't really dealt with her mother's death. She was so busy trying to act like everything was fine and get everyone else to laugh, that she didn't have the time to really let herself go through any grief.

Sammie raised an eyebrow. "Everything happens here?" she asked, then added, "Wouldn't know anything about the parties....don't go to many." she shrugged. Sammie wasn't much into partying, that was her sister's, Rachel, scene. When Dallas continued talking, Sammie nodded. "I'm sure you work hard enough, or you wouldn't be were you are today...unless you just got lucky." She wondered if this was true. She had a hard time believing it, but one never knew. Hearing Dallas' question, Sammie nodded. "Yep, I'm studying music." She smiled.

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[dallas ferguson thomas]

The only time Dallas really kept things to himself was when other people asked him to. The rest of the time he was like an open book, sharing too much information at times during interviews. It was probably why he had the rock star reputation that he had since he recalled tales of the big record company parties to Rolling Stone magazine, telling the stunned reporter about how he and several other bigger names had ended up stripping off and skinny dipping in the hot tub of some stranger before realising they didn’t know the person who owned it, and proffering their signed instruments and concert tickets by way of an apology. That was, of course, after one hell of a party, and they’d got the apartment numbers muddled up and eventually all just passed out on the beach where they figured they’d be safer until some kids came along and threw sand on them, totally oblivious to who they all were. Dallas didn’t have many stories to top that one, but it had seemed to take him from the minors to the big league when he had put it out there for the world to see. Since then he was the party boy, and the kid who was going to take the world by storm.

Grinning, Dallas threw off a casual shrug. “It’s the city that never sleeps for a reason.” He said lightly. There was always something happening, and he had never been bored since moving there. When he took a couple of weeks for himself at the end of a busy tour or hectic schedule, there wasn’t a lack of things to do or people to be with. He could party hard, work hard, and chill just as much. New York was forever changing and growing, and Dallas with it. The day he got bored with the vibrant city and the characters he could find there, was probably the day that he would day. The very idea actually filled him with inspiration for something new, and he would hit his notepad, grab his guitar and get to work on it the moment he got home. Smirking, Dallas tilted his head side to side. “A bit of both.” He answered honestly. It was luck that had gotten him his big break in the first place, but since then it had been nothing but hard work that had kept him up there in the charts, selling albums and having enough fans to be able to tour other countries beside America. Dallas knew that slacking off for too long would cost him all of this, and he didn’t want to be one of those has-beens who regretted letting go and losing it all. “Ah, a girl after my own heart.” Dallas joked, clasping his hand over his chest dramatically when Sammie mentioned music. To him, there was nothing else that mattered, but then he did live and breathe music these days.

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Sammie Destiny Jones

Living out of cases, Packing up and taking off.
Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was!

Sammie always viewed herself as a happy go lucky time of person. And for the most part, she was. But everyone had their problems and secrets, even if they didn't want to admit to it. And Sammie was one of those people that didn't want to admit that she had problems and serets. She honestly wanted to go on believing that everything was fine and nothing could go wrong. It was likely to back fire on her one day.

Sammie nodded when Dallas spoke. "Ah, is that how New York got one of it's many names? All the parties that happen here?" she asked jokingly. There had been a couple of times when Sammie wondered how New York got so many of its nicknames, but both times this wondering only lasted a few minutes before she decided she didn't really care enough to find out. Hearing Dallas continue speaking, Sammie grinned a little. "I guess one would need a bit of luck on their side. You could have all the talent in the world and still not make it if you don't know the right people." Sammie figured this was true. After all, there were tons of talented people out in the world who didn't make it very far.

Sammie laughed when Dallas dramatically clasped his hand over his heart. "After no ones heart," she said with a serious look on her face, but her voice give off a teasing vibe. But what she was saying was true. She wasn't really looking for a relationship. She just wanted to finish her schooling then go on to making her dreams come true.

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