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Member No.: 59
Joined: 21-April 12
well this sucked. jasper didn't really have a whole to do, since they didn't have a set until tomorrow. he was tired, but not enough to really do anything about it. most of the other guys were on the bus anyway, and you couldn't sleep with any of them around, especially if there was a girl on the bus or something. then you weren't going to get any sleep most of the night. sometimes, it sucked being gay. a lot of the guys had girls on the bus a lot, so if they were watching a movie, or doing other things in their bunks, then he was shit out of luck. he didn't want to spend his night listening to the others do things. he didn't care. he had met quite a few of the girls that were on the bus in the morning with their heads hung in shame before he would offer them something to eat, and if they wanted a shower or not. generally they said no to the shower but would take a bagel or a muffin, or whatever he had to give them before they left.
it wasn't like jasper was a total dick for brains, he was polite a lot of the time. generally most people didn't realize he actually was quite the english gentleman until they see him in the morning on the bus, when he's just walking around in a pair of skinny jeans trying to find things. generally he was not a morning person, but since no one got up until somewhere around noon, it wasn't a huge deal to see him being somewhat nice. not that he couldn't be a giant asshole. and most of the time, when the others had girls around them, he was. he generally would sit there and blow smoke rings at them until someone got mat at him.
the blonde haired twenty one year old walked around the venue for a while, not really sure what he was suppose to be doing at the moment, but hell, no one was texting him, or calling him to be anywhere, so he was sure he wasn't needed to say the least. he was thinking more then anything else. he was thinking about his boyfriend, and their dogs, emmy and cricket. him and waldo had been together for three years, and they were happy, even if jasper was on tour from time to time and couldn't be home. he didn't mind though. at least when he was home, his boy was there so it wasn't all bad.
the stage was empty, with no one around. it was quiet, ad that was something that was kind of hard to find around here. he could almost never find anywhere that was quiet. hold the case of his bass in his hand, and a cigarette in his mouth, he made his way to the stage. it was perfectly comfortable here, no one would bother him here, right? of course. pulling his bass out of the case, he closed the case and sat down on top of it, holding the bass and his phone in his lap. he texted waldo, just to see how he was doing, and if everything was okay with emmy. emmy was a blind pit bull, and he missed her dearly, more just because she still wasn't use to her new house, since they only recently moved into a new apartment. god, it sucked being gay. rarely did he find anyone to hook up with, since waldo didn't hugely care at this point -- they both couldn't wait that long for sex, so, they were at the point of an open relationship, at least, while the tour was going on that is.
plucking the strings with his fingers, he tuned the black and pink base a bit, trying to get it to sound right. so the bass had pink on it, he didn't care. he liked it. he had seen plenty of men have full pink bass guitars, and be straight, so what was the difference now? yes, he was gay, no he didn't care if you didn't like it.
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Member No.: 3
Joined: 7-April 12
Tour is tiring. Breaking him down slowly, wearing down on his chest and grating somewhere against his spine - his back seems to hurt constantly now. The only thing that seems to make it worthwhile is being on stage, adrenaline, sweat on the back of his neck, and people singing along to shit that his band wrote. Shit that he originally thought was just that, shit, but hearing voices that know every fucking word is like nothing else in the world. It's not power, for Isaiah, but more than that. Success. Something good in the midst of all the bullshit that seems to have started crawling up on him out of fuck knows where. The part that sucks is that he has nobody to blame but himself. He's just digging a hole again, it's shallow right now but getting deeper and deeper every week, sometimes even every day. It won't be long before the ship he's sailing has a leak and then he's fucking sinking. He knows that, but it's like he can't stop, and sometimes he wonders if he's addicted to the bad. Maybe he isn't built to function without it. It seems whenever he gets himself out he just stumbles right back in and soaks it all up like he's missed it so much. Which he hasn't. He doesn't miss the bad, he didn't even really miss the drugs, not technically. His body just needed them. Begged for them. And all it took was watching Hayden and a few other guys, and Isaiah was too drunk, he wasn't thinking enough, and the next morning he woke up with the need.
He had some control. More than what he had before. He could go a few hours without them, but it seemed that gap of time was getting smaller and smaller. Closing in and pressing on his windpipe, always threatening the withdrawl symptoms if he didn't go back and smoke some more or pop a few more pills. Cigarettes in between where practically constant. But thing was, at the end of the day, he didn't fucking do anything to stop it, didn't care enough. He still kept schedule. Nobody was on his ass too much and he was too good at hiding it, or at least he thought. He couldn't worry about it until his body and personality started to deteriorate, and even then, it didn't seem like a big deal anymore. With the tour constantly moving he could buy from different dealers, and so far everything had gone smoothly except for three nights ago.
Todd couldn't find out. If Isaiah could keep one person oblivious forever, it would be Todd, because he just didn't need Todd bothering him about anything else. He already tried to shove him into bed at decent hours, told him when and where he could get drunk, what he should eat. And although at first it had been fine, eventually Isa was up to his nose in all the rules he could take. Or maybe that was just the drugs making him more agitated. He didn't know, but he still didn't complain. Kept his mouth shut and went along with the rules the best he could without letting Todd have a leash on him entirely. Needless to say some days were better than others, and after kissing Todd, and messing around, today felt better. Like some sort of weight lifted off of his shoulders, even if almost temporarily. At the docks when Todd left it at a chaste peck on the lips, that hadn't been enough for Isaiah, and that night he had went home feeling more rejected than anything. Which, needless to say, wasn't something he dealt well with. That's why he never took any leaps toward anything, he had no faith, never took chances. Because if it didn't go well, his head didn't know how to deal with it and sort shit out again.
He tried to keep Truett and Todd separate. Tried not to think of one when he was thinking of the other, because fuck, it made his goddamn head hurt. He didn't know what he was going to do. With Truett it was a secret, with Todd not so much. Todd had seen Tru come over, maybe he'd even seen them kiss, maybe not, but surely he'd seen Tru crawl up into Isaiah's bunk for the night. It was fucked up, but only if he thought too hard about it.
It was quiet now. The venue dark except for a few dim lights still on overhead, and lighting from the bar. There were still a few people outside but for the most part everyone had cleared out to the buses, which left the venue almost eerie. If Isaiah had it his way, music would always be playing in venues. That's just what they were for. They were home when there were noise and people there, and without that, they just felt like another building. He was wrapping the mic chord up when he heard the sound of strings, and moved toward it, peeking his head around the corner. Whoever it was, it would've been someone he knew, and he was right. Jasper sat with the damn pink and black bass and Isaiah smiled a little, setting the chord down and grabbing a bottle of water before moving over to him. "'Sup?" He asked, head tilting a little bit with it, watching as Jas's fingers plucked quietly but with purpose. It made Isaiah want his acoustic. After a moment he let himself sit down a few feet away, feet dangling off the stage.
Group: BAND MEMBER
Member No.: 59
Joined: 21-April 12
plucking the bass, he knew better. he knew he needed to think of something else to do then sit here, and wait for some of the other boys to be done with whatever they were doing with the girls that he had seen on the bus before he left. he wasn't about to deal with that, because honestly, no one wanted to hear that. jasper certainly didn't. he didn't want to hear any girl make any sort of noise sexual. he really really didn't want to think of that. that was one of those things, that some people just didn't want to deal with. then again, jasper didn't spend as much time with the band as people really thought he did. he rarely was on the bus, generally only when he was sleeping or if todd really wanted him there. jasper was good at hiding, to say the least. if he didn't want to be found, you weren't about to go and find him. it took some hard looking to find him sometimes.
and then there were sometimes where he'd be in plain sight if you thought about where he was going to go. he was good at hiding, and he liked it that way. running his fingers through his hair, he didn't honestly have a clue what he wanted to do right now. he could sit here and play his bass, or he could go to the bar, or he could go somewhere else. he didn't know, but he really was to tired to do a whole lot. jasper really just didn't care enough to get up and do something else. he could do nything he wanted, hell he could go to a nearby club and hook up with any cute guy he could find, but it wasn't something he was in the mood for. what he wanted was his boyfriend.
jasper missed his boyfriend, a lot. he wanted waldo back, he wanted to cuddle up into his boyfriend and sleep with him. not sex per say, but he wanted to sleep next to him, curled up into his much taller boyfriend. jasper was maybe five nine at the most, he was tiny for a full grown man , and he was probably only about five eight. he was happy like that, and he didn't care. he was skinny, and probably didn't look twenty one sometimes, but he was. he was happy like that though. he loved his boyfriend a lot, and that was that. his boyfriend was easily six feet talk, and he didn't care he felt safer with waldo sometimes, just because could. he loved waldo, a lot. his band mates really just hooked up with people a lot, or at least from what he saw, he was happy with the relationship that he had, hell, maybe even one day him and waldo could get married, but that was still far from the present, so he was fine waiting.
things were different for him, sometimes the guys gave him crap about things that he did, or even sometimes the way he talked. he still had those little english phrases that no one knew what he was talking about, but he didn't mind it to much, he was use to it from waldo, but waldo learned a lot of them just from being with jasper for so long. shaking his head a bit, he continued to pluck at the black and hot pink guitar. he liked the pink, and it was really him, when it boiled down to things. pink really did bring out who he was but, even some of the band didn't know him that well. the only one that really did was isaiah. but, they'd been friends for years. sure, he wasn't trilled when he learned that isaiah was in prison for two years, but he hoped the boy got his shit together, or at least got it together enough to hide it better. though, the only one who met waldo was isaiah, the others really didn't have a clue who waldo was, because jasper's phone was password locked, and he didn't have any pictures with him around. jasper didn't have a facebook, he had a twitter, but never posted pictures of himself and waldo. they were on his phone though. but he didn't want to show anyone.
isaiah only met waldo because jasper bailed him out of jail more then one time while he was out with waldo on a date. he was the guy that was called to get someone out of jail. he spent a lot of money on isaiah, and then he finally had to stop. he was broke, he didn't have more money to spend on him, and it wasn't fair to jasper anymore. so he gave up on him. but hell, they were still good friends, and they got this band this far, and jasper was happy with it. it was a secret that jasper had a tiny thing for isaiah, but no one knew that, and there wasn't a soul he'd tell.
hearing a voice, he looked up. isaiah. "oh, hey." he said, as he stopped plucking. the bass. "not a whole lot. hiding from the bus cause i don't want to listen to anyone having sex." he said, shrugging a bit. it was the truth. he wasn't about to lie, it was the truth. he didn't want to listen to anyone having sex.