RP for jaggedjared
Wherein we give in and start to explore their relationship.
Takes place on the first tour that Falling Starlight shares with MDSE. (It won't be the last.) Following her breakup with Marshall, before the second full length album is released.
It was an easy place to hide. After the merch table, after the bar, after the mess of piling back onto the bus and the girls and the boys and the idiots who stalked all of them, it was an easy place to hide and it wasn't like they all weren't heading to the same place anyway. So after shows, she'd slink onto MDSE's bus and up onto his bunk; it was better than the van that Falling Starlight could still afford. Neither she or Jared were exactly big people, so it was easy to push herself against the bus wall as he climbed in and wrapped his arms around her. Not exactly comfortable, but they were learning to adapt. Everyone was talking, whispering, snickering. There she was, proving Marshall right. She really just was a whore for the nearest warm body. At night, when the bus was making its way to the next stop on the tour, when Jared was snoring in her ear and she was settling in to sleep, she just didn't care what people were saying.
But tonight, she couldn't relax. They weren't in any rush to get on the road and she was sitting backstage, watching the crew finish tearing things down, and most everyone was still at the bar, drinking, talking, sharing with the fans. Tonight, she just sat backstage, staring at her phone, at the drama unfolding in cyberspace, and all she wanted was to vanish into nothingness. She felt like everyone seemed to see her: small, stupid, full of nothing save for her own ego. If only it was worth it to kill herself over a broken heart.
She sighed and shut down her phone and wandered back toward the bar.
Takes place on the first tour that Falling Starlight shares with MDSE. (It won't be the last.) Following her breakup with Marshall, before the second full length album is released.
It was an easy place to hide. After the merch table, after the bar, after the mess of piling back onto the bus and the girls and the boys and the idiots who stalked all of them, it was an easy place to hide and it wasn't like they all weren't heading to the same place anyway. So after shows, she'd slink onto MDSE's bus and up onto his bunk; it was better than the van that Falling Starlight could still afford. Neither she or Jared were exactly big people, so it was easy to push herself against the bus wall as he climbed in and wrapped his arms around her. Not exactly comfortable, but they were learning to adapt. Everyone was talking, whispering, snickering. There she was, proving Marshall right. She really just was a whore for the nearest warm body. At night, when the bus was making its way to the next stop on the tour, when Jared was snoring in her ear and she was settling in to sleep, she just didn't care what people were saying.
But tonight, she couldn't relax. They weren't in any rush to get on the road and she was sitting backstage, watching the crew finish tearing things down, and most everyone was still at the bar, drinking, talking, sharing with the fans. Tonight, she just sat backstage, staring at her phone, at the drama unfolding in cyberspace, and all she wanted was to vanish into nothingness. She felt like everyone seemed to see her: small, stupid, full of nothing save for her own ego. If only it was worth it to kill herself over a broken heart.
She sighed and shut down her phone and wandered back toward the bar.