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Post by dallas ferguson thomas on Apr 25, 2015 15:16:48 GMT -5
Dallas was a pretty laidback and easy going kind of guy. His manager could be on his back about something and he could have a deadline coming up with the studio, but he didn’t let any of that faze him. He would still go out to a club the night before a big meeting and roll up on time, or maybe a few minutes late, depending on how good the party was. Dallas didn’t stress out about life because he figured it wasn’t worth stressing out over. He put the work in that was required of him, and his talent made up for the rest. He was probably going to give someone a heart attack one day with how lackadaisical he was about everything, but his mother had even told them that he had always been that way. Somehow he was gifted when it came to pulling things out of a hat.
“There’s probably a party on every street, every night. Though most of them aren’t worth a party dress.” If he didn’t have any plans and didn’t really fancy flying solo in one of the big New York clubs, Dallas sometimes wandered the night streets, and he had yet to find one that was close to quiet. It definitely wasn’t like back home in Arizona. He was right though. So many of them were rowdy because people couldn’t handle their drink, or downright awful because the host was trying to maintain control when it was completely unnecessary. A good party supported itself for the most part. At least they did in Dallas’ experience. He nodded his head in agreement with Sammie. “Fortune smiled on me that day, and Lady Fate did bless my way.” He was quoting himself, and his own written lyrics, but they were appropriate and had been about his own rise to fame.
Grinning and shoving his hands into his pockets, Dallas rocked up onto his toes and then back onto his heels. “And now you break mine.” He joked, winking cheekily. He was a joker by nature and this sort of playful behaviour came without him even thinking. His manager once told him that he had to switch out their driver because the man thought Dallas was genuinely flirting with him every time they went someplace, even though Dallas couldn’t recall anything he had said to the man. It was a personality that might land him in trouble one day, but thankfully Dallas was not a natural born troublemaker.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 0:08:53 GMT -5
Sammie Destiny JonesLiving out of cases, Packing up and taking off. Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was! Parties weren't really Sammie's thing. Or rather, rowdy, everyone drinks until they can't walk straight parties were Sammie's thing. School dances or calm parties with not a lot of drinking was more on her level. It wasn't that Sammie was a boring person, at least she didn't think she was, it was more that getting so drunk that one didn't have a clear thought wasn't her idea of fun. Her idea of fun was writing music or listening to it, horse back riding and hanging out with friends at the mall or a coffee shop. She didn't need to do anything wild or stupid in order to have fun.
"Seems like a lot of parties," Sammie said after Dallas spoke. "Why would there be a party on almost every street, every night....Are they all for something different?" No, that couldn't be it, but it was the only thing Sammie could think of that made any bit of sense to her. Why have a tons of parties every night for the same thing. Weren't that get boring after a while? Dallas spoke and Sammie grinned a little. "Looks like I should start parying to Fortune and Lady Luck, huh," she teased lightly.
"Aw, I'm sorry," Sammie said laughing. She tried to frown, but it wasn't happening. "But I'm sure you have tons of girls after you, so there's that." Through from the sounds of things, she guessed that Dallas got into music because it was his passion, not because he wanted to be chased by a bunch of girls wanting to date him. Of course, she could be wrong.
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Post by dallas ferguson thomas on May 8, 2015 15:33:29 GMT -5
Dallas wasn’t the kind who always staggered out of the clubs, the world swimming before his eyes. More often than not he had only a few drinks when he was out at the parties, knowing that he had the following day to spend in a studio or working on new material if he wasn’t already engaged in promotional events that had been arranged by his manager, be them chat shows somewhere in the country or store signings like the one he had tomorrow. Dallas just needed to blow off some steam and the best way to do that for him was to just get out there and see other people having a good time and to get involved with that himself. He didn’t need to get drunk out of his skull to do that either, though he would admit that there were some nights, and certain friends, that did lead to nasty hangovers and blackout memories. It wasn’t something he was about to turn into a habit though, once again aware that his mother would come for his head if she thought he was being reckless with his life or his health.
Dallas shrugged, but a lopsided smirk resided on his lips still. “Sometimes you don’t even need a reason for a party.” He said. There had been times when he had friends in his apartment and a few hours later what had been takeout and laughter had turned into a full blown party that his manager prised him from the following morning when he was facedown somewhere, missing only one shoe and with lipstick on his face. Laughing, Dallas flicked his hair back into place and grinned. “I’m sure it couldn’t hurt.” He acknowledged, chuckling again. Wishing and crossing his fingers certainly hadn’t hurt him in the long run. Even now he had his superstitions before he performed, little lucky habits he had developed before going on stage before a roaring audience.
He did have fans, and they included girls who would happily chase him down the street if he gave them the chance. Dallas didn’t really see the attraction in that though. They only saw the persona he put out on the stage, or wanted him for how he looked. They didn’t know anything about him and while he did like a girl who knew what she wanted, he didn’t really think they knew him enough to validate their crushes on him. Laughing again, he shrugged modestly. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, trust me.” He admitted. It certainly made it difficult to try to do anything when there were fangirls on the internet ready to jump on every little comment like mini psychopaths. It was for that reason Dallas stayed away from most of the social networks and online gossip columns. Quite frankly, they scared him.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 0:05:28 GMT -5
Sammie Destiny JonesLiving out of cases, Packing up and taking off. Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was! The first time Sammie had been in a bar was when she was twenty. She had went to find Rachel, since she hadn't been answering her phone and Sammie had started getting worried. She had been able to find Rachel in the first bar she look in, remembering that Rachel had said the street's name the bar was on. Sammie could still remember the smells and loud noises from that bar and though she figured that not all bars were like this, it still left a bad impression on her. It probably didn't help that when she finally found her sister, Rachel was more or less about to fall flat on her face. And when Sammie confronted her, the two sisters argued and Sammie ended up leaving the bar along and upset. She didn't make it a habit to go in many bars after that.
"So, they just party to party?" she asked. While she could understand that happening once in a while, she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that some people could 'party just to party' almost every single night. "Seems a bit weird to me," she added honestly. Then she shrugged. "But maybe it has to do with me not being interested in those types of parties." While some people didn't have to like something in order to understand it, Sammie wasn't on of those people. She usually had to like something if she was going to understand it. Smiling, she tapped one of her index fingers to her chin like she was thinking hard about something. "Hmm, hard work, a bit of luck and some praying. Sounds like a recipe for success!"
Sammie rubbed her lips together before answering. "Yeah, I know. My dad was a famous country singer in Texas when I was younger. But he quit just before I turned fouteen." That had been a hard year. Her mom had just died a couple of months before, and while Sammie figured her father would take a break from singing, she never thought he would actually quit. But he had, and it had upset Sammie, though she didn't let it show. After all, her dad was already dealing with losing his wife, he didn't have to worry about Sammie too.
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Post by dallas ferguson thomas on May 18, 2015 5:11:07 GMT -5
Dallas had his favourite spots in the city for nightlife. They could be nightclubs known for their VIP lists and celebrity party-goers, or they went to the opposite end of the scale and they were dive bars with scuffed up furniture and familiar faces who never changed whenever he went in there. The one thing they all had in common though was that Dallas had been inspired to write after going in there, and now there were songs either on his albums or on his recording list based on those nights there. It could have been about one night, the people, or a million other things, but right after closing Dallas had gone home and hunched himself over his desk with his guitar propped next to him and one of his lyric journals in front of him.
“It blows of steam, I guess. People like to feel better, meet people, just get blasted silly with drink.” He shrugged, not claiming to know all of the reasons why people partied so much. Dallas could only answer for himself really, and his answer was something he liked to keep to himself since it was just part of his creative process and not so much about the rock and roll lifestyle the magazines currently associated him with. Sure he let go once in a while and did go all out, drinking himself blind and going home with someone he was introduced to through a friend, but more often than not everything stayed in the club or bar and Dallas left upright, alone and with most of his senses intact. “Not everyone is. Or maybe it’s just about finding the right people to go out with.” He knew himself that some nights were better than others, only because of the company on those nights. Laughing softly, Dallas flicked his hair back from his face. “Well, it can’t go wrong, at least.”
Dallas raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. “Oh? I never listened to much country music, if I’m honest. What’s his name?” Dallas was raised on classic rock and roll, which was why his own music was found under the rock section of record stores and iTunes. He had grown up influenced by it and now he took his own spin on it and made it his, too. He didn’t know if he’d ever be up there with the greats, but it would be the dream that meant he could die happy. Then again, it might also be a dream that never happens until after he kicks the bucket, so Dallas wasn’t totally sure how he felt about all of that.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 0:05:43 GMT -5
Sammie Destiny JonesLiving out of cases, Packing up and taking off. Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was! Even though Sammie knew she shouldn't really jugde something on one bad experience, it was hard not to. Ever since going into that bar when she was twenty, whenever she even thought about going in to another one, she would have mini flashbacks to that fight she had with Rachel in that bar. Once in a while, if she was with a group of friends, Sammie managed to get into a bar without to much trouble, but she never stayed there long. The longest time she had stayed in a bar was almost an hour, and that had been to long for her to be honest.
Sammie raised an eyebrow at Dallas' explanation, but didn't say anything. She could think of a few better ways to "blow off steam", "feel better", and "meet people" without going to parties. Of course, all of them involved not drinking, and maybe that was part of the appeal? She wasn't sure. She also wasn't sure if what Dallas said was true, but if it was, "Well, if it's only about finding the right person to go with, then maybe I should keep looking, cause I haven't found them yet!" she said, laughing a little.
Then Dallas was asking about her dad. "Luke Jones," Sammie answered. "But unless you've been to Texas, you probably haven't heard of him. His music never really went beyond Texas borders." Sammie never got that. She always thought her dad was good enough to go as far as he wanted. But maybe that was it, he didn't want to go beyond Texas for some reason.
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Post by dallas ferguson thomas on May 25, 2015 16:51:55 GMT -5
Dallas was lucky in that he had very few bad memories that had followed him into adulthood. There were, of course, a few scattered throughout the timeline of his life, but nothing that stood out enough to leave him too scared to do something, or turned off against something. It was a good thing really, since it meant he was willing to do anything at least once, and there was nothing there that could hold him back from giving something a go. He had fears just like everyone else, but he felt like those were things he could ignore, even if he really couldn’t. Unless he absolutely had to confront them though, Dallas just chose to act like they didn’t exist, or like they weren’t really there. It wasn’t like there was much he could do to alter it, and his life was already too good to dwell on things that simply gave him the heebie-jeebies. Right now, the good stuff outweighed the bad and that was what he focused on.
In Dallas’ experience there were many elements to make a good party. However the right company was key. It was no fun when there was someone whining to go home early, anyone who was blackout drunk long before anyone else. He tried to avoid those people just because they killed his mood and ruined any hopes of a killer night out. “Well, you ever find yourself on Upper East Side looking like you’re in the partying mood, give me a call.” He pulled a sharpie from his jeans, one he carried for whenever people stopped for autographs, and scribbled his number onto a scrap of paper he found in his back pocket, which when he checked it just turned out to be a dry cleaning receipt from two days ago. “Nothing funny, I promise. I just know where the best parties are, and I always answer this number.” He grinned. He had another phone for work that he occasionally ignored whenever he deemed it too early in the morning, or when he was feeling particularly inspired and writing away in his apartment.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Dallas thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head. “The name sounds familiar, but honestly, I have nothing coming to mind.” He wasn’t too big on country music and he only knew what was in his mom’s collection since she had a few favourites who were considered country. “Though I have been to Texas. Toured there twice now, and once to visit an Aunt I actually really hated. She smelt like off milk and told us off if we moved any of her cats from the sofa. She had four.” Dallas pulled a face at the memory and shook his head. Touring was better than that family trip, and thankfully they hadn’t returned for a second one, since the aunt in question had annoyed his dad over something or the other.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 14:54:42 GMT -5
Sammie Destiny JonesLiving out of cases, Packing up and taking off. Made a lot of changes But not forgetting who I was! One of Sammie's biggest fear were airplanes. She had never liked them all that much, and after her mom died in a plane crash, Sammie's fear just grew. She even had a hard time going near a plane that was just sitting on the ground, doing nothing. She knew that if she wanted to be a singer that went over seas, she would one day have to come over her fear. While she could maybe take a ship over, a plane would be much faster. And saver. Or at least, that's what Sammie heard, though she didn't believe it.
Sammie watched as Dallas wrote something on a piece of paper. When he handed her the paper, Sammie looked at it to see a number. "I'll keep you in mind, then," she said as she stuffed the paper into her bag. She made a mental note to not let anyone see the number, or at least not tell anyone who the number belong too. While most fans would most likely respect the privacy of their favourite celebrities, there would those few that just wouldn't care to do so. So, Sammie decided right there to keep the number a secret
Sammie giggled at Dallas' story about visiting his aunt. "That must have been a fun time," she said. She loved her cat and dog, but she couldn't image getting mad at someone for trying to move off the couch. Unless, of course, they would be rough, then Sammie would have a problem. But just moving the pet so one could sit. No, that was taking things to far.
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Post by dallas ferguson thomas on Jun 24, 2015 15:13:14 GMT -5
Dallas feared his music career coming to an end. He was terrified of losing his voice through one reason or another. He didn’t think it irrational either. Plenty of performers underwent surgery because of problems with their throats or vocal chords and every surgery carried a risk. Dallas was just as likely as one of them to end up needing medical attention and coming out the other side alive, but without the talent that had made him famous in the first place. After spending his entire life chasing this dream, fighting for it at every turn, losing it like that would be devastating. The only thing that soothed those nightmares when he had them was the thought that he would still be able to write. That half of his talent wouldn’t be lost with his voice, even if it would be difficult to see someone else performing what he had made possible. Dallas just hoped that it would never come to that; the nightmares were infrequent, but they destroyed him – and they were only in his head.
“Make sure that you do.” He said seriously, though he threw in a cheeky wink without even realising that he did so. “It could be the door to a whole new world for you.” He grinned boyishly, shoving his hands into the narrow depths of his jean pockets. It wasn’t common for Dallas to hand his number out freely, but she didn’t seem like a deranged fan, or someone who would sell it on eBay to the highest bidder. Even if his judgement did turn out to be wrong and she did the latter, Dallas could always buy a new phone and change his number without too much of a fuss. He was certain he wouldn’t be the first or last celebrity to do that.
Pulling a face, Dallas flicked his hair away from his face before it found his eyes. “I can think of many words to describe that trip, but fun definitely wouldn’t be one of them.” He laughed quietly to himself and then glanced over to the tills where the customers were ringing up a pretty purchase. He might regret his offer a little later, or more likely his management would regret his offer. Dallas himself didn’t care so much about the riches that came with making music; he just wanted to keep on making it since it made him immensely happy.
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