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sawyer greyson mccoy
28 • musician • single • francisco lachowski
they wanna get my gold on the ceiling,
It’s not too hard to figure this guy’s personality out within the first few minutes of meeting him. He’s straightforward and selfish, he knows what he wants. Although he does have some limitations, he’ll do pretty much whatever it takes to get what he feels he needs. He’s always been the rebellious kid, always attempting to screw around with the McCoy family image. He’s the screwup kid, the kid that everyone didn’t really hang out with throughout school. Does he give to shits? Nah. He took all of the irritating crap and turned it into a blessing : music. Everyone enjoyed to mess around with him. ”Oh, Sawyer? Yeah, he’s a pain in the ass. I guess the apple fell a little too far from the tree this time, since his brother turned out pretty well.” That’s what everyone thought, since his brother was basically the nicer, more considerate version of the pair. They were twins, of course, and Sawyer always sort of hated that.
I ain't blind, It's just a matter of time,
Although he can be very self-centered, he does have a good side. It’s a very, very tiny fraction of his entire personality most of the time, but he can be generous. He has a heart, especially when it comes to little kids or people on the street. He comes from a tiny place in Brazil called Lago Norte, or, North Lake. He and his brother only lived there until they were both fifteen, then, a little unexpectedly, their parents moved them to America. It wasn’t that bad, actually. Sawyer liked the change, he liked Texas because it was huge and was known for cowboys and country music. Although he didn’t really group in with the country music-loving crowds, it was still cool that people had such a universal appreciation to music like that. He had picked up a few instruments prior to the move, mostly just to kill some time. He knew how to play guitar and piano, but he picked up a few more quirky instruments once they moved since he didn’t really have to bother with friends any more. He simply didn’t make any, and that was fine with him. His brother made enough friends for the both of them, so he sat in his room and learned how to play his favorite songs, all while bettering his American accent. He picked up the southern twang, but it shook off a little as he grew older.
before you steal it, it’s alright,
Once he was graduated and free to do whatever he chose, he decided that he didn’t have enough time for college and skipped that part of his life. He moved up to Dallas, playing his guitar in the background for some local shows and taking on some coffee shops that liked his voice. It payed the bills, and he enjoyed it while it lasted. Unfortunately, he realized that he probably needed to do a bit more with his life, so he moved back in with his parents and started one of those online degree systems. His brother was successful, working some job and doing some work that Sawyer didn’t really care about. He continued to work on his music as he worked for some kind of degree in creative writing, actually getting up and enrolling in some classes as well. Soon enough, he was out the door working part-time as a barista at the coffee shop that he played at and wrote columns for the local newspaper. It was a pretty good life… until he bumped his head on the counter and woke up on a beach.
if I think to hard I might lose my mind
”Sawyer, is it?” ”Yeah, what else would it be?” ”Calm down, I’ve just got a few questions to ask.” ”…” ”Alright, first. Your brother, how do you feel about him?” ”Of course that’s the first goddamn question you ask, geez. He’s okay. He’s successful, he’s smart, he’s cool. He’s not me, even though we have the same face… alright? … Well, we have gotten along a few times before. Not too much though, he’s too free-loving for me to handle. He tries to get in my business sometimes and it irritates the hell out of me, you know? ‘Why aren’t you doing this, why aren’t you doing that?’ types of questions constantly. It’s my life and I’m going to do what I want with it. Can we skip to the next question? I’m done with this.” ”Yeah, okay. Second question. Ideal date night?” ”You can stop numbering the questions, idiot. And I don’t know, I’ve only been on one in my life and it was pretty much a trainwreck. This little diner just down the street from my old school, the only thing they wanted to do with the food was fry it. I invited a girl to hang out, and she hated it. Said we should’ve gone to a movie. Why the hell would I choose a movie? You don’t talk during movies, you sit and stare at a screen. If I had to choose a date, it would probably be at a bookstore or somewhere quiet and relaxed. Yeah, I’d take someone on a date to a bookstore. Got a problem with it?” ”N-no. Um… how did you get here? On the island?” ”Hell if I know! Ha! I bumped my head on the counter at work and BAM! I’m on the beach, sand in places I don’t want it and some crab-looking creature pecking at my shoes with it’s talons of poison or something. Ugh. I got here and I sat for awhile, not sure where I was, of course. Someone eventually found me and brought me to their cabin or something. And now I’m here. Huh.” ”Alright, last question. Favorite way to drink your coffee?” ”I… what? Why would you ask that? Black. I drink it black. Some people put too much shit in their coffee, you know? Sweetener, cream, hazelnut cream, whatever else is available. Hell, they put two pounds of sugar in their tea too, and they ice it. I brew a pot of coffee and pour it into a cup, that’s all! ”Well, I guess you can go now… the door’s to the left.” ”Thank God.” ”You don’t have to slam it… nevermind. “
if I think to hard I might lose my mind
Top 10 on his itunes,
1.Gold on the Ceiling - The Black Keys
2.Icky Thump - The White Stripes
3.Swim - Jacks Mannequin
4.Shiva - The Antlers
5.Holocene - Bon Iver
6.Save Me - Gotye
7.Watching Me - Barcelona
8.Hands Are Clever - Alex Clare
9.Lonely Boy - The Black Keys
10.Wicked Blood-Sea Wolf