dougie / VOODOO

[ROSIE WILSON]

you make it hard to sleep

hanging around backstage probably wasn't the best place for rosie to be while everyone around her was busy doing their jobs, but she couldn't help it. she wanted to be a part of the action, and as everyone else was off doing other things, that action was found here.

for reasons she had never been able to explain, rosie was a little over protective of her equipment. she supposed it was something she had learned from a young age, to look after instruments because they were expensive and difficult to replace. not to mention that rosie had grown fond of her drum kit and wanted to make sure it didn't get dropped or anything. it wasn't that she didn't have faith in mean spirits' roadie (who rosie was still yet to meet), but more that she just wanted to make sure they knew what they were doing. she'd always been nosy that way.

as of yet, however, she was yet to locate any of her band's equipment. other familiar band names written and stuck onto cases passed her gaze as she looked around, but nothing that looked anything like that cases rose had grown so accustomed to seeing. with a sigh, rosie slumped down on a smaller amp to wait. a few of the roadies recgonized her and flashed her smiles, but for the most part, rosie didn't interfere with their work. she'd always felt the work roadies and technicians did behind scenes was under appreciated, and after every show, rosie made sure to thank them all. usually by rushing around and giving them all sweaty hugs, but they seemed to appreciate it all the same.

before long, rosie was asked to move so a roadie could get to the amp she'd made her seat, so the redhead got to her feet. almost as soon as she had, she saw 'mean spirits' written all over a few cases. trotting off towards them, rosie saw what must have been their new roadie moving a few things. deciding she might as well make herself useful, she moved towards them, until she was standing to their side. "need any help?" rosie asked cheerfully, grinning at him. "you kind of forget just how much stuff there is when you're just performing with it." after that she let out a short laugh, waiting for the man's answer.

???. dougie.

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WAS I TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT?

there were no complaints that could be made by the young, british born lad as he hoisted a large case up to his chest. his job was enjoyable to say the least and the money was always a major plus. though he had only been on tour for a week, he liked to think that he was at least fitting in a bit more. he had met most of the band members face to face - all but one. and there had been reasons for that that dougie was not about to admit to anyone, especially the girl herself. it was the drummer who had caught his eye as well as made him a complete stuttering mess when he suddenly had her right beside him. unsure of what it was about her, dougie had been trying to avoid her, if only to keep himself from looking like a complete fool. carrying the large case, that could easily hold the kick drum, up to the back of the stage, he set it down with ease. looking at all of the amps and cases, he counted how many their were to make sure that he wasn't missing anything. after counting them all, he realized that there were still a few more pieces to the kit to bring in and a soft sigh escape his lips. as much as he didn't mind his job, it was still a pain in the ass carrying up all of the pieces of the kit. of course, the girl needed them and he was going to bring them up, but he gave himself a two minute break by looking as though he was deep in thought. that was when he suddenly felt a presence beside him, followed by a friendly and familiar voice. though it had never been directed towards him before, he recognised it second hand and immediately turned his head to see the drummer herself standing right beside him, asking him if he needed any help, "oh! uh..." he paused and scratched the back of his neck, "no...no. i got it." he stated and smiled at her, a genuine smile that made his cheeks flush, "thanks, though." he added before turning his whole body towards her, "you're rosie, right? the drummer?" of course he knew who she was, he just wanted to make it seem as though he didn't. he didn't know exactly why he had made it seem that way - maybe for better conversation? holding out a hand for her to shake, he kept smiling, "i'm dougie." he made a mental note to himself, giving himself a pat on the back for actually not stumbling over his words.

ROSIE/INDIE | FOUR FOUR FOUR | OUTFIT | OMG THIS IS SO BAD. BUT IT'LL GET BETTER.

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[ROSIE WILSON]

you make it hard to sleep

the drummer had always made a habit of befriending the people she had worked with closely, simply because it made work that more enjoyable. her band was already like family to her, despite the odd disagreement, but the rest of mean spirits' crew were also very dear friends of rosie. it had killed her that she hadn't even met the new roadie for so long, let alone actually made the effort to be friends with him. but with her busy schedule and the fact the roadie had never seemed to be hanging around when she was, meant that it had taken so long to track him down. not that rosie was following him or anything, but she felt lucky to be able to finally speak to him now. for a few paranoid moments, she had thought he might have even been avoiding her.

rosie nodded at hearing her help wasn't needed, but remained standing there. her eyes scanned the roadie's face, before averting her eyes back to the equipment in case he thought her staring was rude. her gaze flicked back to him however when he asked if she was rosie, a bright smile returning to her face. "i am." she chirped in response, nodding slightly again. when he held out his hand, rosie took it almost eagerly, giving it a quick shake. "nice to meet you, dougie. glad to have you aboard." she wanted to mentally kick herself for saying something so stupid, but then again, she'd always been a bit of a dork anyway. either way, she remained smiling at dougie.

eager to direct the attention of her goofy comment, rosie returned her gaze to the equipment once more. "are you sure you don't want help? i honestly don't have anything else to do right now. and i really don't mind. a lot of this is my stuff any way, isn't it?" her hands moved to her hips, trying to size up the equipment in front of her. a lot of the cases were quite big, and after a moment, she let out a small laugh, in case dougie was quesitoning whether or not the petite girl would be any use to him. rosie couldn't blame him. she was following a similar train of thought. "and i'm stronger than i look, i promise." thanks to drumming that was. not only was it one of rosie's most favorite things to do, it kept her in good shape and her upper body was stronger than a lot of people credited her with. granted, rosie knew she didn't look like much. with that, she turned back to him, her eyes almost pleading. it was a lot of work for him to do on his own, and rosie would feel awful if she just left him to it.

???. dougie.

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WAS I TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT?

leaving his band behind had to be one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. he loved hi music and his bass, but he knew when enough was enough and so did the rest of the boys. they weren't moving from where they were when it came to popularity and the whole band was getting frustrated with it. in no way did the young british born lad think that this was the end of his music career, it was just a break for all of them to recooperate and get their barrings on where they wanted to be in life. obviously, dougie didn't stray very far from the music scene and immersed himself in it once more, completely overtaken by the atmosphere. he had done a few tours, but they were all local and small time, seeing a tour like this was almost overwhelming for him. the envy he had for all of the artists boiling in his gut every time he had to lift and move something. though it was not a spiteful jealously, there was no rage held towards the other artists. from what he could see, they all deserved to be on a tour of this magnitude. as she confirmed who she was, he shook her hand with a wide smile, if only to keep himself from flushign a deep red, "oh good. it would have been bloody awkward, if you turn out not to be her." he explained and chuckled softly before she welcomed him, "lovely to meet you two. it's nice to know just whose equipment i'm moving." he added giving her a soft nod, he looked back at the somewhat mountain of equipment that he needed to move. at times he found it overwhelming, but he usually got it on and off stage at a good pace, sometimes the guitarists would help him, but not really rosie before. it could have easily been because she had better things to do, such as greeting the fans and such. dougie completely understood. so, when she offered again, he turned his attention to her and shrugged, "i guess if you really want to. but don't blame me if you end up squished like a pancake." he explained, twasing her softly before he walked back down towards the van that was housing all of the amps and drum kit. running a hand through his hair, he let her follow him, mustering up the courage to keep the conversation going, "so, how long have you been durmming for?" he asked as they made their way towards the van, "it must be a while to put out beats like that." he added before giving her a genuine smile.

ROSIE/INDIE | FOUR FIVE ONE | OUTFIT | STILL SHORT. I'M A FAILURE. HAHA.

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[ROSIE WILSON]

you make it hard to sleep

"well, there's not too many of us redheads running around, so the chances you were right are pretty high." rose said cheerily, lifting a hand to brush her hair out of her face. the only other redhead rosie could recall seeing around tour was jess, but rosie had no idea how you could confuse the two of them. then again, she supposed if you weren't really interacting with either of them, it could be confusing. especially since they were attached at the hip. pushing aside those thoughts for now, rosie nodded as the roadie said it was lovely to meet her too, unable to help the heat that rushed to her cheeks. she wasn't really used to such a politeness, which was sad to say, but it was refreshing.

rosie let out a low laugh at the roadie's teasing, but she took it as a challenge. she wasn't stupid enough to try and carry the most heavy object she could find and risk putting her back out. but she'd show him just how strong she was. rosie would not be squished, even though she could probably fit inside some of the cases lying around the place. some of them were enormous.

as they walked, she let her eyes drag over the other band's equipment. there was so much of it, rosie couldn't believe it. she'd never really seen it all like this before. hearing dougie's voice brought her attention back to him almost instantly, a soft smile on her face. she nodded slowly, lost in thought for a moment, before her grin widened at hearing the compliment. "oh, thank you." she spoke before trying to figure out just how long she had been drumming for. "let's see.. i must have been fifteen?" it sounded right, so rosie nodded once more, letting dougie know it was correct. "yeah, i was fifteen. my grandfather wanted me to be more of a classical musician, but i saw this drum kit at the local music store and i fell in love." a small laugh escaped her lips, and for a moment, rosie was lost in the memory. "seven years isn't really a long time, i guess, but i've played them everyday since." her grin faded into a fond smile, before realizing she should shut up. the roadie hadn't asked for her entire life story.

"what about you?" rosie asked, before deciding she should probably word her question better. "i mean, i heard you used to be in a band. but now you're a roadie? how'd that happen?" she wasn't trying to be condescending in anyway, but if rosie had the choice, she'd want to be playing music, not just making sure other musicians were good to go. being on a tour like this and not playing would have killed her, and she assumed it would be the same for most other people so heavily involved with music. "what instruments do you play?" she asked, hardly giving him time to answer her first question, and then flashed him an apologetic smile. rosie was always in a rush, even when socializing. she forgot it was hard for others to keep up with her at times.

529. dougie. finally got over 500 <3

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WAS I TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT?

chuckling at her, he nodded and shrugged that is true." he stated before running a hand through his hair, "though i think i saw one that was a front woman for uhm...." he pondered before finally having it click, "hellbound nation?" he questioned. he had also seen the redhead in front of him hanging around said front woman. they seemed rather close, if he could recall, "i've seen her hanging around your shows as well. are you two close?" he asked, realizing now that he seemed a little nosy, but he kept the question in the air, if she didn't wish to answer it, she didn't need to. of course, the curiosity was still there and dougie could only hope that she would answer - he was interested in knowing more about her. lately he had been trying to expand his friend group, rather than just sticking with the people who worked with 'mean spirits' as well as his brother. so, he had seen a bunch of people from other bands, but having actually met them was another story. as she spoke of her past and just when she started drumming, he nodded and smiled softly, "that's awesome. it's good that you just went for what you wanted, rather than letting someone else tell you something else. can you play anything else? or just drums?" he asked before flipping his bangs out of his face. they walked towards the truck slowly but dougie didn't mind; it gave him more time to talk to her and get to know her, rather than have to worry about grabbing something. they had a good few hours before the show started, so he was in no rush, even though people around him seemed to be, "seven years is plenty of time." he stated and smiled brightly, "and judging by how well you play, i would have guessed you had played for a much longer time." he added, giving her a confident nod. the questions then turned towards him and dougie suddenly felt fairly conscious of himself, "me?" he questioned before she stated that she knew a little bit about his past, "yes. i was and it's kind of a difficult story. but, basically we were going somewhere and then it all just..." he tried to think of the right word and, unfortunately, couldn't, "we just didn't seem to be going anywhere." he added, shrugging, "but we're all still really close - thick as thieves." he replied and nodded once more. when she asked what he played, he looked down at his shoes as they walked, "bass." he stated simply before looking back up at her, "i'm not amazing at it, but enough to be in a band." he joked and laughed softly. once they reached the truck, he looked towards her, "so, miss incredible. let's see you do you stuff." he teased, smirking at her cheekily.

ROSIE/INDIE | FOUR SEVEN EIGHT | OUTFIT | SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

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[ROSIE WILSON]

you make it hard to sleep

rosie's grin only widened as she nodded eagerly at hearing dougie speak of elyna. elyna had been one of rosie's best friends since they met on a tour back when both of their bands were still just babies. it was weird to think back on how far they had come in these past few years. "yeah, her name's elyna." rosie informed dougie, though not unkindly. it just seemed appropriate to mention her name if the roadie was asking questions about her. "she's one of my closest friends. we've known each other for years." of course, rosie wondered why dougie was asking such a personal question, but rosie wasn't one to question that. she'd always been the type of person who was an open book. sometimes too much so, but she'd been working on that over the past few months. sort of.

she beamed at dougie when he praised her for sticking with drumming, even though it was mostly males who did it. she let out a short laugh as dougie asked after what else rosie was able to play. "um, let's see.." holding up a hand, she began to count them off as she listed the instruments she was able to play. "i can also play guitar and piano pretty well, not enough to be doing it like, solo, though. or even in a band." going back to thinking again, rosie hummed for a moment, before remembering what else she'd managed to pick up bits and pieces of over the years. "i used to learn flute and cello, too, but i haven't played either of them for years. i'm so rusty." shaking her head, rosie let out another laugh. she hoped she hadn't seemed like she was bragging, but she was telling the truth. she also remembered her grandfather trying to teach her the trumpet, but rosie could never play it without bursting into fits of giggles. she just felt so ridiculous with her cheeks all puffed up. no, classical instruments had never really been her thing. she felt another blush rise into her cheeks as dougie compliment her once again. "well.. thank you. it means a lot." rosie said, his praise making her unusually bashful. she directed her gaze in front of them,

rosie was almost relieved to have the focus shift off herself as dougie answered her question. she nodded slowly, understanding exactly how it must have felt. for months it felt like mean spirits was going nowhere, and rosie guessed they had nevada to thank for being the determined bitch that she was. sure, rosie and nevada didn't get along some of the time, but the amount of respect rosie had for their vocalist was enormous. she knew that without her, mean spirits wouldn't be where they were today. at hearing dougie's band was still close, rosie let herself smile. at least they hadn't gone their separate ways on bad terms. her eyebrows rose as dougie informed her that he played the bass. "oh, nice." she responded, nodding slowly, only to nudge him gently when he joked about not being very good. "oh, shut it. i'm sure you're great at it." rosie told him, flashing him another grin. it was a miracle her cheeks weren't aching from all the smiling she was doing.

it had taken them far longer than rosie had expected to reach the bus, but she supposed that the two of them had been walking rather slowly. even so, rosie was worried she may not be able to haul the equipment all the way back now that she was here. but she had said she would help, and so help rosie would. returning dougie's cheekiness with a smile, she turned her attention back to the cases in the truck. "uhhh.." she started, unsure what needed to be moved first. rosie had never really offered to help before, but she made a mental note to do so more in the future. "well, you're the roadie whiz. what would you like miss incredible to move first?" her expression was cheeky when she turned back to him, but it didn't take long before rosie let out a short laugh. at this rate, she'd get nothing done, but hopefully dougie didn't mind the company she'd imposed on him, or that she was more of a distraction than any real help.

722. dougie. welp, this ended up being long :|