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Post by lukah reagan brookes on Jun 6, 2013 21:06:28 GMT -5
Not usually one for mornings Lukah sprang out of bed at six to get ready. Don't get her wrong, she was groggy and grumpy, but she also couldn't sleep at all. Today was the day the bands were leaving for tour. Lukah had personally been asked if she would come along on tour to tattoo band members. Band members being one of her favorite type of men. Not to mention that she always had had the dream of being in a band herself. But she was blessed with the skill of tattooing and therefore hardly any vocal ability. So here she was at six standing down on the curb waiting for a taxi with her bags. Dressed in a beanie, over sized sweater, and black skinny jeans she stood hoping one would pass soon. Lukah clutched her pass that said she was part of the tour, looking at it and smiling. She'd always wanted to go on tour. Just not for this reason. A cab finally came droning down the road and slowed at her. Lukah crammed her duffle bag into the seat next to her and barked out the address. She didn't want to be late and take shit from Caleb.
Once she hailed a cab Lukah was on her way to Royal Flush Records where the bands would all be waiting to board the buses. It was exactly how she expected the bands and their hands to be. The lot of them were standing in the parking lot, highlighted by the early morning sun light. The men and few women were standing sleepy-eyed in small clusters talking and drinking coffee. Meanwhile the buses were warming up a few yards from them. Lukah pulled her bag over her shoulder and approached them in very small heels, carefully chosen to avoid any early morning blunders in her drowsy state. She looked around briefly but didn't seen Caleb around. He had to be with Breakfast With the President crew, either that or late.
Lukah spotted the front man of BWTP and went to approach him. She wasn't intimidated by him and she was going to be living on their bus for the next few weeks. The men around her stopped talking and looked at her when she joined the group. Lukah extended her hand to him. "I'm Lukah, I'm going to be the tattoo artist traveling with you." It was a bit awkward of an introduction but it would have to do. The lead vocalist pointed to himself and then the others introducing them. "I'm Ashton, this is Bailey, and Elijah. Dustin's over there some where" he pointed at a large clump of heads "Those are the band members, and this is Mason and Marley." The last two were people that he had indicated were not part of the band. One was a pretty girl, and the other was a handsome guy who was covered in tattoos. She wondered if she had done any or if her would be coming to her at another time in the tour asking for one. She nodded and smiled before turning back to Ashton. "Do you have any idea where Caleb might be? I'm supposed to meet him and I haven't seen him at all." she straightened her long dark hair with her hands. "I think I saw him at some point wandering around." He shrugged leaving her to her own devices to find him. Lukah thanked him and proceeded on ward. As she wandered through the groups she found that familar brunette standing in a group and she grabbed his wrist turning him around hopefully. "There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." A tone of relief hung on her words.
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Post by caleb maddox evans on Jun 21, 2013 13:17:43 GMT -5
Buzzing vibrations came from Caleb's left side. He groaned loudly as he attempted to life his head off the pillow. His phone was going off, specifically his alarm. It was time to wake up since today was the day Breakfast With the President would start touring again. Caleb dropped his head onto his pillow once more as he tried to blindly turn off the alarm. He succeeded in three tries. He rolled over onto his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Why did they have to wake up at the crack of dawn? Touring normally meant spending all day sleeping unless the set time was in the afternoon. Caleb audibly groaned again as he climbed out of bed and walked towards his bathroom. He mutli-tasked by brushing his teeth while taking a piss before climbing into the shower and washing the grime and sleep from his body. Caleb's morning routine took, at most, twenty minutes. He didn't spend a lot of time caring about his appearance since girls seemed to like the whole "look like you haven't slept in days" look anyway.
Caleb walked towards his closet where his suitcase was. He was already packed up except for a few things here and there. He dressed himself in some basketball shorts and tank top. It was hot and he wasn't a fashion kind of guy. Caleb grabbed his backpack where he tossed in his bong, an assortment of lighters, a bag of pills, a few bottles of pills, and many packs of cigarettes. This was a small tour but it didn't matter, Caleb would probably use up his supply in a few weeks tops. He slung his luggage into a taxi and drove over to the record label where the bus would meet up. It was too damn early for this shit.
No matter what the event, Caleb was always late. It could be his own wedding and he probably would show up half an hour late. This case was no different. The tour bus was in Caleb's vision. He grabbed his luggage, threw them into the pile of suitcases, and immediately climbed into the bus. He probably should have greeted the other crew members along with the band but anyone could see the irritation in his eyes. Caleb just didn't work properly this morning. He reached into his pocket and lit up a cigarette. This might calm his nerves. Honestly, he should be grateful that the band didn't fire him after his meltdown. While he isn't in the clear yet, he's slightly better. Still addicted and depressed, of course, but not as bad. But no matter how many times he fucked up, Caleb couldn't be fired. He was working with family. Unless Ashton got really sick of his shit, he was pretty much set with this gig.
The cigarette was reaching its end and that's when Caleb decided to go be social. He flicked the butt out the window and stepped out into the sun. He flinched at the bright light and went to go join the other crew members. They all greeted him which he returned with a smile and hello. They began some meaningless conversation about past tours and how this would be different because of the band or some boring shit like that. Caleb wasn't really paying much attention until he felt contact on his wrist. He turned around to see Lukah as the culprit. "Oh, have you?" He teased. He grabbed her hand and led her away from the group into seclusion. "What are you doing here? Are you gonna be on this tour too, babe?"
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Post by lukah reagan brookes on Jun 21, 2013 21:02:24 GMT -5
At the very least Caleb seemed to be happy to see her. That dope. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Yes I have and you're terribly late," she paused for dramatic effect, "again." Much to her surprise Caleb grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him. She stumbled and shuffled her feet not wanting to move from her spot. But his next question made her roll her eyes with a smile. "Do you not remember me telling you like six times I was asked to be the touring tattoo artist?" She reached up and brushed some of his hair back with her hand. "I'm worried about your brain." Lukah locked eyes with him, a playful smile on her lips, "a little too much weed and not enough oxygen I believe." She retracted her hand and let it fall to her side.
"Got a smoke for me sweetie?" she asked politely. Lukah was used to bumming cigarettes off people and that didn't mean Caleb was any exception. She liked to smoke, it gave her something to do with her mouth. Not that she needed anything to put in her mouth. No, that was not how Lukah was. "And a light too?" she offered a sheepish grin. "By the way, where do bags go?" she motioned to hers which was growing heavier by the second. "Oh and which bus is ours, I kind of forgot the name of the band, and my pass only says admittance on it." The tag fell from her hand and bounded against her chain and her chest. This was going to be the start of something wonderful, she knew it. Late nights, strong drinks, shows, boys, and most importantly boys.
ooc;; it sucked and I ran out of things to talk about, I'm so sorry.
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