because your play list is killing me

[kingston]

Maybe it's not my weekend

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Kingston would never say that he was normal. Not completely normal any way. The boy had been odd since the day he was born and had showed no signs of changing ever since. There wasn't really any reason to at this point. His eccentric habits were what everyone he knew was use to, if he were to act sane for five minutes more people would be alarmed really. It was just the way he was, Kingston just had his own way of doing things. On a whole, it made him perfect for the job he had now. If there was one thing he loved, it was performing for a crowd. Big or small. Kingston liked packed stadiums and small after parties. Any where he was surrounded by people who were practically strangers, he was at peace. He was most at ease when he didn't feel tied down by other people. Which fans were perfect for, they were happy to just meet him. No one expected a huge friendship to happen because of it, especially Kingston. Not that he didn't love or value the band's fans, honestly he did. Being on stage happened because of them and he could never thank all the kids waiting in line to buy their albums enough for allowing him to get paid to do the one thing he had always dreamed of doing growing up. If it weren't for them then he'd probably be working at some Taco Bell somewhere being absolutely miserable with zero future plans.

But today was one of the in between shows days, part of the break from touring that they were talking to work on the new album. Something Kingston liked doing, creating new things to show the world, just not nearly as much as he liked being on the road. But you couldn't have one without the other. So when he finally woke up from his normal drunken haze at three in the afternoon, the boy had to fight the urge to just pull the covers back up and keep on sleeping. Kingston had no problem wasting a day in bed, he was much more alive at night and was constantly on the verge of becoming nocturnal. The only thing the forced him to get out of bed was the fact that he had promised to go to the studio today to work on a few of the new tracks. More often than not the label had to get these verbal agreements out of him, as he really didn't care for fixed appointments especially in the morning. So he typically just agreed to come in at some point on a particular day to get his work done. He wasn't truly trying to be difficult, there wasn't any part of him that was really stuck up and he didn't walk around with a huge sense of entitlement. To be honest, the boy just went to too many parties for his own good. So working later in the day suited him, and the vague schedule was what had worked for all of the previous records as far as he was concerned.

So after taking his time getting showered and dressed, something he was normally quick to do but was in a lazy mood today, he finally left his apartment to head downtown to the label building just before everyone else left. Kingston liked working at night because of that too, there was less people hanging around to bother you if you wanted to be left alone. Not that he was ever mean enough to yell at people to go away, he was far too nice to do anything of the sort. But he'd be lying if he said the idea didn't cross his mind every once and a while when left alone with any of the more annoying staff members the label hired. Hanging around there for a day made him incredibly grateful that the only people he had to work around on a daily basis were more or less his best friends. It made it even more impossible to hate his job, even if it cut into time that he might have otherwise been out exploring the city's night life. There was nothing else he could do in his life that would ever matter as much as the records they were making now did. This thought recharged his determination to actually contribute to the new album before getting into any trouble for wasting the labels time. Cause time was money, and money was what it all came down to for them. Kingston, on the other hand, thought he would still be relatively happy to play the same shows he was now for free if they told him that was the only way he could do it. Being famous or rich weren't high priorities when you dug deep down into him, they were the things that came with what he really wanted to do. Childhood dreams that he was often surprised to find he had actually achieved without meaning to.

After making only one stop along the way, getting an extra large coffee to help ease the next few hours, he finally pulled open the large glass doors that lead to the grand front desk of Carry On Records. The whole place was massive, it was something he couldn't help but think whenever he came. Just the sheer size of it, the expensiveness of everything in the room and the many polished surfaces that screamed perfection right down to the porcelain skin of the receptionist behind the desk that looked so similar to all the other girls who were picked to work there that Kingston didn't even try to remember all their names. No matter which face was back there, they were always told when he would be coming, always aware that they should be on the look out for the person they shouldn't insult unless they felt like getting fired. It had to be tiring, pretending to care this much about what seemed like such a simple job, answering phones and directing more important people to meetings you would probably never take part in. It was enough to make him feel bad for not taking the time to get to know the actual people who worked behind the polished marble. But it would be crazy to try, the label had too many people moving in and out at all times of the time or week to keep track of everyone. It would just mean feeling worse for what he was already doing. So instead he just went straight to the studio he would probably be stuck in for the majority of the night ahead of him.

During the day there was usually a sound guy around to help with the whole process but Kingston didn't force the poor guy to stay overtime because of his poor sense of priorities. He knew how to run the equipment himself any way, something he couldn't help but pick up over the last few years. It left him in a solitude he hadn't planned as he listened to the few people busy packing up to leave before he actually did anything. Kingston didn't bother closing the door behind him, figuring that if he started with any acoustic part he had to do then most people would have long since gone home from another day at the office. Then the louder music could be played without as much concern for interrupting others. This was not exactly the rock star life that people always envisioned him living but you have to do what you had to do. Though the idea of calling someone, anyone to join him came to mind. Company sounded much better than just his thoughts, tonight at least. Pulling out his cell phone, Whitney was the first person he thought of that might be close by since he knew the rest of Clocks Don't Stop was probably scattered all over the city and probably far too busy with other things deemed important by nineteen year old standards. Whitney was just as good as any of the guys though, or he got along with her just as well at least. She was better than what other bands ended up with in Kingston's opinion. Because when he sent her a text message to let her know that he would be leaving the band if he had to continue being this bored and alone in a studio, he knew she would understand that it was just a joke and not remind him of contracts so long ago signed.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] moi
ROLEPLAYING WITH: [/color]amber//whitney
WORD COUNT WITHOUT CODES:[/color] 1431
OUTFIT:[/color] clicks
OTHER:[/color] taa daah.... seriously its not very good but its late and i wanted to get it done while i could so yeah, they'll get less rambley i swear
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[whitney]

i need a n o t h e r story
something to get off my c h e s t
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Whitney had a busy day at the office as always, and it was never any different. She finally was at the end of her work day, and all of her paperwork was filed and put exactly where it was supposed to be. There was one thing about this girl that would never change, and it was her obsessive compulsive disorder, more commonly referred to as OCD. The boys knew that if her office was out of place, there would be hell to pay. She was very specific about where things needed to be. She made things very important and that was how her manager mind worked. She was always that strategic, but at that moment she was more concerned with getting the hell out of the office. She shut all of the lights off and double checked everything before she walked out of the door. Taking the elevator, the blonde walked back to her apartment to shower and get out of her work clothes.

She let the warm water wash away the stress of the day, and she was glad that it was washing away. She loved what she did with her life, and she loved the boys that she worked with. Everything about working with the boys on a daily basis was what she enjoyed, even if there were huge stresses in her life. Everything about her life is crazy, but then again what person’s life in the music business was not like that? Whitney knew that in this business you had to never let anything affect you, and her shower was what let her relieve her emotions and become the cool collected girl that was always at the band’s side. She had dealt with heartbreak, being hit, and so much other crap in her life that Whit always knew how to put the brave face forward. Stepping out of the warmth that she was accustomed to, she wiped the steam off of her mirror to look at the person she had become.

Before the blonde was a strong woman who worked hard for everything that she had. Sure her love life was a bit screwy, but she appreciated what she did have. Better to dwell on the things in your life than what you wish you had. As much as she hated that Luke had a girlfriend, he was still her boy. She would protect him no matter what was happening, and no other member knew about her feelings for him. But this girl would protect any reputation for the boy through thick and thin. That was just the kind of girl she was, and they all knew it. So when her iPhone buzzed on the sink she immediately looked. It was Kingston. Naturally she still took her time, at least to make sure she looked presentable. One never knows when paparazzi will be out and about.

She grabbed one of her favorite dresses and matched it all accordingly. Grabbing her phone and bag, she quickly sent Kingston a text. I am on my way. So don’t do anything I will have to kill you for later. :]

[/color] taking the same route she had taken just an hour earlier, she quickly made her way back to Carry On Records, and up to the recording studios. Finding Kingston with ease, she smiled brightly at the boy. “You know, if you would have been here in the daytime, you would have had company. I mean, not that I might coming back to a buildingI just left. But whatever, what are we working on tonight?”[/color] Smiling brightly she knew he would know she was teasing, but also that she really did not mind hanging with the boys. Besides, they would probably just go to the bar later anyway.
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my life gets k i n d a boring
need something that i can c o n f e s s

words || six three eight
tag ||
outfit || click
lyrics || "Secrets" by OneRepublic
credit || i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
notes || sorry, this is kinda crap.

[kingston]

Maybe it's not my weekend

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But it's gonna be my year [/font]
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Kingston was unbelievably lucky in a lot of ways. Moving to Baltimore when he did and meeting his band mates, meeting Whitney and getting the record deal, and all the years of touring were not the typical accomplishments for someone his age. He knew this, didn't take it for granted except for when it came to the occasional early morning sound check that made him wish he'd never left his parents basement. And even that feeling was incredibly temporary, the boy honestly had very little to complain about. Sure, the music industry kept you really busy but that was the way Kingston liked to have things. He loved the fast pace, the many new faces and the ever changing scenery. Sitting still and quiet were not strengths of his, it was nearly impossible for him to do or be either. The boy had to constantly be doing something, had to get rid of the excess energy that he had now that they weren't doing shows every night like before. He was always described as restless, hyper active and crazy. But he thought most of the guys in the band were like that, everything they did was high energy and they never did anything half way. So maybe he just seemed insane to strangers, but was certainly among his own kind when living on the tour bus.

The studio wasn't the same though, not exactly. While he could certainly still be himself, there was a distinct difference between the two environments. Kingston was suppose to filter what he said around her, calm himself enough to be presentable to people who didn't know him well enough to understand that his behavior was nothing to worry about. To be honest, he didn't do a very good job of it. But it wasn't easy for him to just flip the switch into business mode. Kingston didn't think there was a single bone in his body that would ever truly fit in in the corporate world. He didn't have the heart for it, or the lack of one really. There wasn't room to make friends when you were talking quarterly earnings. Another reason to be thrilled to keep Whitney around, beyond just the girl's personality itself. She was the one who had played hard ball with the label to get them signed in the first place. And she had more respect from him than any other manager might have gotten for it. Kingston had a lot of faith in her, and she had yet to let him down. Tonight was obviously not going to be the first time either, something that brought a small smile to his face after reading her message quickly before putting his phone back into his pocket without bothering to respond. He would never start demanding any more of her than simply seeing if she wanted to hang out with him while he worked away at the list of things left for him to do. She was already doing more than anyone else would have for the band, so she didn't get any nagging texts from him every five minutes.

Instead he decided to at least look like he was working for when she got there, picking up one of the guitars that had been set up in the room for him by some assistant he would apparently never meet. There was an obvious fondness for the instrument in him, with the extreme carefulness that he showed when holding it that was so different from his regular unconcerned self. If everyone was meant to have one thing in life that they were exceptional at, this was Kingston's. Playing the guitar was something he had done since he was ten and taking lessons from the music teacher at his public school during lunch. Many hours of practice had already been put into getting him to where he was now, the same familiar simple chords he had used to warm up then being played effortlessly now before actually starting any song. How much he liked just messing around on a guitar had always seemed like reason enough to try and make something of it, in his opinion any way. It was easy to get lost in the melody, in the tune that was like an old friend he came back to time and time again. All of his attention was soon focused on it, softening the edge of his unwanted privacy. The only thing that made him stop was when he noticed Whitney standing in front of him once he finally happened to look up. There was no stopping the smile on his face from brightening significantly both from seeing her and the words she said. The ones he couldn't deny were true, but weren't going to make him mend his ways either.

" Whitney, don't be such a stick in the mud, Whitney," he said in a delightfully sing song way, enough throwing a few strummed notes to go along with the impromptu song that couldn't be done seriously no matter how hard he tried. Laughing lightly to himself, letting the guitar rest hanging from its strap, deciding not to try to keep the act going if he was going to have an actual conversation with her or do anything with her for that matter. " Hun, you know how much I hate mornings, avoid them whenever I can," Kingston pointed out in the airy happy tone that suited him much more than a more serious one ever would. " Afternoons too if I can help it. Need my beauty sleep, got to keep up appearances you know," the boy added with a nod as if he really needed to agree with himself on the matter. Kingston did feel a little bad for dragging her all the way back here, his hopes had been that she wouldn't have left yet but obviously he'd been too late for that as well. But he didn't hold on to the guilty feeling for long, if she hadn't wanted to come then she could have easily said no. He would have been able to survive on his own, it had ultimately been up to her as to whether or not she felt like showing up.

" Well the label has this crazy idea about getting things done on time. Deadlines or something, never heard of them myself but apparently they're very big here," he said in the same casual tone, though there was a severe amount of sarcasm in his words as he busied himself with absent mindedly tuning a guitar that hadn't really needed the attention. "Have to follow them, which means they expect this album to get finished in the very near future. Which means actually playing the tracks oddly enough," he finished with a shrug, when he finally turned the recording equipment on to legitimately start what he had come to do. " Think you might be able to handle that?," a pretty rhetorical question seeing as he knew the girl had already managed far worse than himself confined to a small space, as terrible as that was. " Unless you had other plans for this fine evening, then don't let me stop you," he added on a more thoughtful note, the idea of ruining her night unintentionally occurring to him while looking over the sheet music quickly. " I'm sure its fun to tell me I sound like crap though, if you interested," this being an offer she was more than allowed to take him up on, Kingston was use to her honesty even when it meant he disagreed. They wouldn't get any where if she had ever let him think he was king of the world on the days when it seemed he could only hit sour notes.

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[/b][/color] done
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] moi
ROLEPLAYING WITH: [/color]amber//whitney
WORD COUNT WITHOUT CODES:[/color] 1306 bleh
OUTFIT:[/color] clicks
OTHER:[/color] im a procrastinator. hence random late at night posts
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