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Post by queenie alexandrite abernethy on Sept 10, 2018 15:14:12 GMT -5
  Queenie wasn’t a fan of the festival scene. She loved losing herself in music, but festivals were just not for her. She found music to be a more intimate thing, enjoyed finding those songs which really spoke to her heart. That was the dancer in her. She might not be able to twirl and move like she used to, but her spirit was still the soul of a dancer. It still wanted to mix with the melody, to find comfort in the song. Festivals were more of a frenzy. People got high, drunk, did crazy things in crazy places. It was like a ritualistic gathering rather than a celebration of the music. Still, Bells had the tickets and she was insisting Queenie come along. The ticket was a spare since a ‘friend who was no longer a friend’ had been removed from the picture. Everyone else Bellamy knew was already going, but it wasn’t acceptable for Bells to have a spare ticket. No, given it to Queenie was like donating to charity. It would be her good deed for the year, even if she ditched her sister as soon as they were through the barriers and pushing through the crowds.
Queenie was completely fine with that. She wasn’t exactly close with her youngest sister. Bells was the centre of attention, whereas Queenie was the melancholic type who enjoyed her alone time, her books of poetry, and the hours she spent with headphones blocking out the rest of the world. The only thing she wanted more than anything else was to dance again. It had been three years since the explosion, but the damage to her leg still caused her pain when she pushed it too far. Professional dancing was completely out of the question, but her older sister encouraged her to keep pushing for the hobby and the exercise. Queenie just hated being so far from her best. Still, progress was progress, and she didn’t want a crowd to knock her down today so she kept to the drinks tent, getting a Coke for herself and some nachos to munch on while the show blared on around her. She took a seat on the cool ground, using her jacket in lieu of a blanket. She probably seemed like a weed growing in the middle of a bejewelled flowerbed right now. Everyone else was dressed brightly, in fancy flamboyant outfits, glitter and body jewels everywhere, and she was just in boots and jeans, an old t-shirt she’d had since high-school. The blue had faded from her hair leaving it a dirty bleach blonde now, and she was giving the festival stages very little attention.
She licked the nacho crumbs from her thumb and took a gulp of her drink. Queenie figured she could stay for a few hours just to say she got outside and saw the daylight. If she heard one more comment about being pale from her parents she might just give up on every video calling them again. Bells seemed to be permanently tanned, but Queenie and Annie were fair skinned. However, the eldest daughter was ignored by mommy and daddy dearest since she was never supposed to exist. Queenie often wondered what that kind of freedom was like. Annie didn’t seem to mind the little interest they gave her, and she was always this optimistic person. Queenie wished she could be like that sometimes, but she always found herself walking that cynical line, a jaded word of sarcasm all ready to dance from her lips whenever she was in conversation with anyone. That was probably why she was relatively quiet. It was easier to say very little than explain why she was the way she was. Queenie didn’t like talking about herself, and to understand her required an entire life story complete with family tree. Thankfully, so far today, no one had approached her, or tripped over her – which was another hazard when a person chose to sit on the ground in a crowded place where alcohol was available.
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TAGGED! Walker Austin Gates
WORDS! 672!
LYRICS! Our Love is God - - - Heathers: The Musical
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Post by Walker Austin Gates on May 2, 2021 16:49:14 GMT -5
  Walker loved music more than life itself. It had been his dream for so long to play music for a living. When it finally happened for him, he hadn't actually cared where he was playing, so long as he was playing. It had continued to be small gigs, opening up for other people, getting in on some songs during live shows. From there it went up to actually recording some songs with bigger names and then he wasn't an opener at shows, but headlining the smaller stages at festivals to headlining the big stage. It had been a wild experience and Walker had loved every step of it, even the difficult ones because it meant that at least he was moving forward. He'd been travelling the country, did a few shows up in Canada and now he was back in New York to start the festival season.
The crowds were all the same, no matter the venue. They were happy, laughing, singing along to the songs. The vibes were always good and Walker knew he could get quite used to running around the festival circuit and not just being a surprise here and there. He wasn't up for a while but Walker enjoyed getting to walk around after the checks in the morning. He loved that while he had been making a name for himself and people knew who he was, he could still walk around festival grounds like these and no one really bothered him; they were either too busy enjoying the music or deciding that it couldn't possibly be him because he wouldn't be just walking around without people. In fact, it was easier to go unseen in the crowds alone. Sure, it would have been a lot more fun if he'd had a band member or a buddy with him but sometimes he just enjoyed the atmosphere surrounding him. Plus, unless you were near the back, away from the stages, there weren't that many chances to have a conversation.
Walker had plenty of time so he headed over to the tents set up for food and drink and grabbed himself a beer to blend in a little more. In the tents, things were still very loud but at least it was easier to hold a conversation or overhear one, which was something Walker enjoyed doing. It was a guilty habit of its, eavesdropping on other people's conversations but the things he heard were oftentimes hilarious and ridiculous and he always wondered how these people ever made it to the age they were because some of them should have won Darwin awards. He turned around, looking for a place to plant himself for a little bit without anyone bothering him too much. He spotted a girl sitting by herself in the grass just out of the way of people. He knew she probably wanted to be alone otherwise she would be sitting there with her friends but maybe, just maybe she was there because she couldn't actually find those friends. There were plenty of reasons why she would be sitting alone but he decided to try his luck anyway. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, stepping closer to her and smiling politely.
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LYRICS; One Night at a Time --George Strait
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Post by queenie alexandrite abernethy on May 5, 2021 14:28:11 GMT -5
Queenie didn’t really know where she was going with her life. She knew she was in school for pharmacy, and she was definitely interested in it, but it had never been her true dream. That had been taken from her when the accident happened. It wasn’t easy to replace something like that. Queenie was often left doubting if she was making the right decision, especially when she saw how confident Bellamy was with her classes, or how comfortable Annie was with her life choices. She never felt either of those things, and wondered far too often if she would be pining for the dance she missed for the rest of her days. Queenie didn’t know if anything could replace the feeling dance had instilled in her. If there was something out there, she hadn’t caught a glimpse of it yet.
She knew, however, that she wouldn’t find that missing piece in a crowd like this one. She couldn’t relax, couldn’t stop worrying that someone might bump into her just that little too hard. It might take more than a fall to keep her down, but Queenie didn’t want the months of hard work to be undone either way. She might not ever be able to dance professionally, but the hopes of a beginner’s class were keeping her the remains of her dream alive. She hadn’t sweated, cried and pushed herself just for some drunken festival goer to take it all from her over a band she wasn’t even all that keen on. No, she was safer out on her own, sitting on her jacket, sticking out like the proverbial sore thumb amongst the glitter and crop tops, the next Instagram stars and the modern day groupies – if they were even a thing, but with the conversations Queenie had been unfortunate to overhear, they obviously did…or some girls were extravagant liars and others were dumb and gullible enough to believe them.
Queenie looked up at the voice, squinting into the light as she shielded her eyes from the sun. Not that it helped her pick out any of the man’s features. All she really could tell was that he was alone, and that he was taller than she was. He looked like a redhead, too, which became more apparent as her eyes adjusted. “Knock yourself out.” She shrugged, raising her drink to her lips. “Though you should know that I’ve been told I make the worst company. I should have it printed on a mug, I’m that unbearable.” Not entirely true, and Bellamy was the most dramatic person she knew, but of everyone here today, Queenie was probably the person least in the festival mood. She knew nothing of the acts, had no desire to move closer to the stage, and if she had her way would stay exactly where she was until this whole thing was over. Queenie wasn’t miserable she just operated better when she was in her own company – or at least the company of far fewer strangers.
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TAGGED! Walker Austin Gates
WORDS! 504!
LYRICS! Our Love is God - - - Heathers: The Musical
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