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Post by TEGAN WARREN on Feb 1, 2013 20:04:47 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] you're a king and i'm a lionheart Tegan watched him with her mouth parted slightly, her pale hands tucked in the back pockets of her cut offs, and her mind somewhere either than the loud and chaotic side stage. The music was enchanting; the lyrics resonating in her soul and pounding in her brain. She'd heard about Oliver Wyatt before, but had never really taken the time to listen to his music. She now found herself wondering why. His voice chilled her to the bone. Tegan hung on his every word as he finished up his set, rocking in back in forth in her vintage boots, humming along softly to his last song. She was perched just to the side of the stage, peeking around a metal support beam and (shamefully) hiding from her fans. The sun laid low in the sky, casting blue and pink shadows all over the venue. Oliver's last note seemed to linger in the air; begging to be recognized. It was perfect. Tegan inhaled sharply, utterly amazed.
On this tour, she wasn't known for much. Well, she wasn't really known at all (she had her timid disposition to thank for that). She was just a bassist, the majority of Everyone You Know's fans had to be between the ages of 13 and 18. Pop-injected punk, high energy rock music...it was addicting, she supposed. Somewhere deep inside, Tegan longed for her writing and composition to be debuted. She was talented; truly talented. She could sing, play the guitar, the drums, the piano...but most of her work and writing was a well kept secret between herself and her journal.Sigh.
The pint-sized blonde fiddled with a button on her pale pink top and tilted her head to one side and walked round backstage, smiling as people began hustling past her, hurrying towards the stage to move instruments and wind up cables. Tegan stood on her toes now, interested in who exactly this Oliver Wyatt was. She hadn't seen him around too much; the solo artists intimidated her slightly though. He was good looking enough; really good looking. Perhaps the truth was she'd been avoiding him; she figured he musn't think much of her band's music. Blowing a piece of platinum hair from her eyes, she began to toy with the idea of approaching him. She'd tell him how much she admired his style of music, how his lyrics were magic and if his guitar had a name. With one last small grin, Tegan exhaled a little, ready to hop off the stage and tumble down the stairs in the back in content defeat. But then...was he?...was he looking at her?. Tegan raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips together. Look away, look away, walk away. But she couldn't, he was walking towards her now, and that would just be way too obvious. She considered faking being sick. Stupid, stupid. Social awkwardness was one of her less-than-welcome traits at the moment. So she stood there, in a bustier and boots, her hands still glued in her back pockets, and an irrevocably sweet yet shy, signature-Tegs smile on her face. Brace yourself. words: 515 - tags: oliver - outfit: link |
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Post by OLIVER WYATT on Feb 2, 2013 20:46:45 GMT -8
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for tegan! 457 words i promise these will get better i used to write letters i used to sign my name i used to sleep at night before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain but by the time we met | [atrb=style,width:303px;][atrb=valign, top] WE USED TO WAIT there were times when oliver had doubts about his place on the tour. to put it simply, his music was quite different from the other artists. oliver had even wondered if he would be appreciated. he had spent most of the day backstage, watching the other bands perform and it made him all the more nervous. however, the second he was on stage, oliver forgot all his previous worries. before he knew it, oliver was starting the last song on the setlist. while he was stood up from the piano to grab his guitar, oliver glanced out towards the crowd. there was a small pause as he took in the immense size of the crowd. out of the corner of his eyes, a slight flicker of movement caught his attention and he turned his head to look. it was nearly impossible not to recognize the bassist standing off to the side. oliver had caught a bit of their set earlier and the female bassist was quick to catch his eyes. to see another musician on the tour watching his set brought a grin to his face. turning back, oliver's eyes closed for a moment as he started the song.
as the last note rang out, oliver had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn't all a dream. the moment of silence right after he struck the last chord and before the screaming ensued was overwhelming. oliver took a deep bow, thanking the crowd before he walked off-stage. he grabbed the vest that he had taken off earlier and pushed his other hand through his hair. as he lifted his head, oliver saw the platinum blonde that had been watching his set earlier. it seemed like she was leaving, at least, until she made eye contact with oliver. while oliver had ventured the grounds, he had yet to meet very many people. she seemed friendly enough and if she was interested in his music, there was a conversation worth having. with a slight grin, oliver started walking towards her.
"you're not going to leave without saying hi, are you?" oliver raised his eyebrow and pulled the vest back on. he glanced down for a moment to button the vest, before looking back at her. almost immediately, oliver could sense that she was nervous and his slight joke was more likely to scare her off than anything. he laughed slightly and stuck his hand out, "sorry, i'm oliver. i saw some of your set earlier, but i didn't catch your name." around them, people were running about, cleaning up after oliver's performance. with a slight wave of his hand, oliver indicated that they should move out of the way. he stepped down the stairs, eyes still on her.
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Post by TEGAN WARREN on Feb 6, 2013 13:55:25 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] you're a king and i'm a lionheart "you're not going to leave without saying hi, are you?" He was grinning at her. Tegan tensed up slightly, overwhelmed by the charming yet relaxed vibe that swallowed her whole. She watched, enamored by something (but she wasn't quite sure what), as he buttoned his vest, and glanced down at her feet for a moment. She noticed the floor here was metal and wood, dirty and scratched. I mean, she could. She totally could leave right now. Jump off the stage and scurry away into the hustle and bustle of tour business and never have to talk to him...but it seemed impossible right now. She was intrigued, curious, and well; Tegan. So she shook her head 'no' at him, her white blonde hair tossing about. Too much enthusiasm, Tegs. calm down. "sorry, i'm oliver. i saw some of your set earlier, but i didn't catch your name." The pint sized bassist couldn't help but smile as he extended his hand towards her. She pushed some hair behind her ear and shook his hand gently. "Nice to meet you, Oliver. It's Tegan. Or Tegs for short," she said in her usual sing song voice, digging a hand in one of her denim pockets in search of a Jolly Rancher, or anything really. Her eyes widened as the crew parted for Oliver to exit the stage; she followed him down the stairs without thinking, nearly tripping on her own feet. "You caught a bit of it? What did you think?" she asked with a short laugh, unwrapping a candy and popping it in between her pink cherub lips. After asking, she immediately regretted it. Of course a musician like him wouldn't think much of Everyone You Know's music, would he? It wasn't like they weren't talented; they were very talented. It was just...not everyone in the industry had something profound to say about their charged up guitars and angsty, yet somehow bubbly lyrics. "I mean..." she started in again apprehensively, nervously tucking the wrapper into her shorts, "...I know it's probably not your favorite kind of music to begin with,- Or, I don't actually know, but it's just because...your music hits the heart," said the anxious girl, ridiculously planting her hand on her chest, the opposite side of where the heart's located. The sun was setting now and she squinted ahead. Tegan then glanced at him sideways, hopefully awaiting a response as she sucked on her Jolly Rancher, walking slowly, not exactly sure where she was going. words: 415 - tags: oliver - outfit: link |
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Post by OLIVER WYATT on Feb 8, 2013 20:40:12 GMT -8
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for tegan! 413 words this is really rambly D: i used to write letters i used to sign my name i used to sleep at night before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain but by the time we met | [atrb=style,width:303px;][atrb=valign, top] WE USED TO WAIT "tegan," oliver repeated her name slowly, smiling. "that's a lovely name. it's very nice to meet you." he took her hand, giving her a firm shake. oliver was almost scared to squeeze her hand. she seemed so delicate, oliver was afraid he would break her. the excitement from being on stage had not yet passed and adrenaline still coursed through his body. at this point, running a few miles seemed like a great idea. however, since oliver wasn't about to go running, his only outlet was through conversation. while oliver was typically a reserved type of person, tegan had caught him in a friendly mood. the blonde's shy behavior, coupled with her sweet tooth, reminded oliver of his younger sister. it was perhaps the reason he was so drawn to her to begin with. oliver had always been closest to his younger sister. though she was older than him, she was always treated like the baby of the family.
oliver always found himself slightly homesick at the beginning of tours. he didn't live near any of his family anymore, but that didn't stop his siblings from torturing him over phone. at the bottom of the stairs, oliver turned to wait for her to follow. typically, his first destination after a show was the bus, but oliver didn't want tegan to think he was trying to worm his way out of conversation. at her question, oliver was quick to answer. "i thought you guys were great. i'm just disappointed that i couldn't stick around for more of your set." their music was significantly different from oliver's, but it wasn't to say that he couldn't enjoy talent. oliver's love for music meant he was capable of appreciating genres outside of his own. "i was actually kind of surprised to see that you were interested in my music."
even still, it was strange to get compliments about his music. oliver wrote about monsters falling in love and he was still surprised when people shared his enthusiasm. "wow, thank you. that means a lot," oliver laughed softly and shook his head. "we're all here for the music and as long as your put your heart into it, that's all that matters." with a brief smile, oliver tapped his heart with two fingers, quietly pointing out her mistake. by now, they had walked a brief distance from the stage and oliver paused, turning to look at her. "so what are you up to? following me around the grounds?"
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