#hollywood heartache cover

[dailytomlinson]

Hollywood Setlist:

The Greatest

Kill My Mind

Bigger Than Me

Lucky Again

Holding On To Heartache

Face The Music

We Made It

Night Changes

Chicago

Common People

High In California

Written All Over Your Face

All This Time

She Is Beauty, We Are World Class

Copy of a Copy of a Copy

Walls

505 (Arctic Monkeys cover)

Back To You (pop punk version)

Angels Fly

Out Of My System

Saturdays

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Silver Tongues

[brooklynislandgirl]

From my beloved @mouthoftheocean Optional tag: Music-fiends, you know who you are. 1.   a song you can listen to on repeat Red Right Hand || Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Whatever It Takes || Imagine Dragons 2.   a song from one of your favorite albums Alive || Pearl Jam - 10 Levon || Elton John - Madman Across the Water 3.   a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid Mr Brownstone || Guns N Roses Me and Bobby McGee || Janis Joplin The End || The Doors 4.   a song that makes you feel strong The Warrior Song - Leviathan || Sean Householder Wolf Totem || The Hu 5.   a song that makes you sad Indian Sunset || Elton John The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald || Gordon Lightfoot Pirate’s Plea || The Musical Blades 6.   a song that cheers you up Can’t Stop || Red Hot Chili Peppers Mwahahahah || Ookla the Mok Survivor Evolved || Neebs Gaming ft. JT Music {{RIP Thick44}} 7.   a song that reminds you of your friend(s) Lux Aeterna || Clint Mansell Throw Your Arms Around Me || Hunters and Collectors Sugar in the Hold || The Jolly Rogers Friends in Low Places || Garth Brooks 9.   a song that reminds you of yourself Texas Longhorn || Django Walker Closer to the Heart || Rush A Pirate Looks At Forty || Jimmy Buffet 10.  a song that brings back good memories Get the Funk Out || Extreme Amarillo By Morning || George Strait Sex Type Thing || Stone Temple Pilots {feel free to ask why} 11.  a song that grew on you Smooth Criminal || Alien Ant Farm {cover} On a Boat || The Lonely Island 12.  a song from a musical Music of the Night || Michael Crawford - Phantom of the Opera Right Hand Man || Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles - Hamilton You’ll Be Back || Jonathan Young - Hamilton Falcon in the Dive || Terry Mann - The Scarlet Pimpernel Into the Fire || Douglas Sills and Original Broadway Cast - The Scarlet Pimpernel Madame Guillotine || Original Broadway Cast - The Scarlet Pimpernel Stars || Phillip Quast as Javert - Les Miserables 13.  a song with a great music video Sweep the Leg || No More Kings Jack Sparrow || The Lonely Island 14.  a song that’s better as a cover Temple of Love || Johnny Hollow The Plagues || Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles -Prince of Egypt Old Town Road || Richaad EB and Jonathan Young 15.  a song that’s better acoustic Down in a Hole || Alice in Chains Radioactive || Daughtry {cover} 16.  a song with great lyrics Anybody Listening? || Queensryche Comfortably Numb || Pink Floyd 17.  a song for summer Santeria || Sublime When the Sun Goes Down || Kenny Chesney Toes || Zac Brown Band 18.  a song for heartache Snuff || Corey Taylor {Slipknot} Fuck You || Cee Lo Green and Daryl Hall

19.  a song for car rides Life is a High Way || Rascal Flatts Free Fallin’ || Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Calypso || John Denver 20.  a song for the rain Featherstone || Paper Kites What Kind of Love || Childish Gambino Nocturne #20 in C Sharp Minor || Chopin 21.  a song for dancing Can’t Dance || Cooper Allen Rodeo || Garth Brooks What I Love About Sundays || Craig Morgan 22.  a song for making out Hole-Hearted || Extreme More than Whiskey in Mind || Christian Kane Bad Romance || Lady Gaga 23.  a song for a lover Hallelujah || Jeff Buckley A Thousand Years || Christina Perri I’ll Be || Edwin McCain 24.  a song from before you were born White Rabbit || Jefferson Airplane Killer Queen || Queen 25.  a song from a band that’s no longer together Blow Up The Outside World || Soundgarden Big Empty || Stone Temple Pilots 26.  a song you’ve seen live Operation LIVEcrime || Queensryche {{yes the whole album/show}} 27.  a song you want to see live Hollywood Pirate || The Musical Blades House Rules || Christian Kane 28.  a song by a band you don’t usually like   Bang Bang || Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj 29.  a song you recommend Montero || Lil Nas X

[watchworldlive]

A Hollywood Love Story: The Journey of John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino

When two stars collide, it often creates a dazzling spectacle that leaves people in awe, and such is the case with John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino. Their lives, both touched by the bright lights of Hollywood, took unexpected turns that brought them together. While Schneider is best known for his role as Bo Duke on The Dukes of Hazzard, Sorvino made her mark as a celebrated actress and producer. Together, they represent a love story that’s both heartwarming and inspiring.

Who Is John Schneider?

If you've ever watched The Dukes of Hazzard, you'd instantly recognize John Schneider. With his charismatic smile and unmistakable Southern charm, Schneider became a household name as Bo Duke, one of the show's main characters. But John’s career extends far beyond playing the Duke brother.

A Man of Many Talents

John Schneider is not just an actor; he's also a singer, producer, and filmmaker. After the success of The Dukes of Hazzard, Schneider built a successful music career in the country genre, releasing hit albums and singles that garnered a devoted fanbase. He even took his talents behind the camera, producing and directing several independent films.

Life's Ups and Downs

Despite his many achievements, Schneider faced significant personal challenges. He went through a difficult divorce and financial struggles, which were widely covered by the media. But like the resilient characters he portrayed on screen, Schneider didn’t back down. Instead, he faced adversity head-on, which is perhaps one of the reasons why his relationship with Dee Dee Sorvino resonates so much with fans—it’s a story of second chances and renewed love.

Who Is Dee Dee Sorvino?

Dee Dee Sorvino might not be as widely recognized as her husband in some circles, but she’s a force to be reckoned with in her own right. As an actress, author, and producer, Dee Dee has carved out her own path in the entertainment industry.

A Multi-Faceted Career

Dee Dee gained prominence as an actress and producer, known for her wit, intelligence, and no-nonsense attitude. She’s worked on various projects, both in front of the camera and behind the scenes. But aside from her work in entertainment, she’s also an accomplished author, writing books that reflect her vibrant personality and unique perspective on life.

A Love That Stood the Test of Time

Before meeting John Schneider, Dee Dee was married to Academy Award-winning actor Paul Sorvino. Following his passing, Dee Dee faced the grief of losing a life partner. But love has a way of finding people when they least expect it, and for Dee Dee, it came in the form of a kind-hearted man named John Schneider.

The Meeting of John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino

So, how exactly did these two find each other in the vast landscape of Hollywood? Like most great love stories, it happened in a rather serendipitous way. John and Dee Dee met at a film festival, a place where creatives gather to celebrate their love of cinema. Their initial encounter was marked by a genuine connection, one that would soon blossom into a deep bond.

It wasn’t long before the two became inseparable. As they shared their love for film, creativity, and life, John and Dee Dee realized that they were kindred spirits. Their chemistry, both on and off the screen, was undeniable.

A New Chapter for John Schneider

For Schneider, this relationship came at a time when he needed support the most. After going through personal struggles, including his publicized divorce and legal troubles, Dee Dee became a source of strength for him. Their relationship wasn’t just a romantic one—it was a partnership built on mutual understanding and trust.

A Second Chance at Love

Dee Dee, having experienced the loss of her first husband, found a second chance at love with John. Together, they are a testament to the fact that even after heartache, love can bloom again, often when you least expect it.

The Public’s Fascination with John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino

In Hollywood, celebrity relationships often come with their share of challenges. Fans and the media can sometimes create pressures that are difficult to navigate. Yet, John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino have managed to keep their love alive while staying grounded.

A Couple that Inspires

Their story is not just one of love but also one of perseverance. Both John and Dee Dee have faced hardships, but together, they’ve shown that love can conquer even the toughest of times. For fans, their relationship serves as a reminder that it’s never too late to find happiness.

Their Professional Collaboration

John and Dee Dee have also worked together on several film projects, proving that their chemistry extends into their professional lives as well. It’s rare to find a couple who can navigate both personal and professional relationships with such grace, but John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino have made it look effortless.

The Future of John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino

What’s next for John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino? If their past is any indication, we can expect to see more collaborations between the two, both on-screen and off. They’ve already worked together on several projects, and with their combined talents, it’s safe to say there’s much more in store.

As they continue to write their love story, John and Dee Dee remain focused on the things that matter most—each other and their shared passions. For them, the future is as bright as the Hollywood lights that first brought them together.

Conclusion

John Schneider and Dee Dee Sorvino prove that love can arrive at the most unexpected times, even amidst life’s ups and downs. Their story is a testament to resilience, second chances, and the joy of finding a kindred spirit. Whether they’re working on a film project together or simply enjoying life’s simple moments, John and Dee Dee show us that love is always worth fighting for. The future looks bright for this Hollywood couple, and fans can’t wait to see what’s next!

[velvetspines]

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 aching and dry , tear-streak cheeks hidden behind sweater covered hands . she’s curled up in the fetal position in  the center of her bare mattress . she’s unsure how long has passed . minutes , hours . it’s blurred together by both numbness and heartache . her sobs turned to faint wheezes and shuddering breaths until all she could do was lay still , her body unable to create tears . 

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 , placed her favorite flowers against the headstone and wept silently for a while . finding solace in the most macabre of places , she spoke to her mother as if she were still there . genevieve told her everything like she was still around , right by her side , offering advice or snarky remarks, just like she used to . but now, the conversation is one-sided and fickle. 

gen speaks to herself, looking down at the headstone . she tells her mother about the bookstore , how much it means to her to have something that reminds her of her mother to take care of . she speaks about the boy who’s captured her heart and has reminded her that there is no shame in being gentle . she talks about the friends that have stuck by her side the last five years since she left Hollywood . 

after the cemetery , she went home , attempting to take her mind off of the dread and anxiety rearing its ugly head . her day passed in a blur , her body working on autopilot until a familiar song played and shattered the glass wall she was trying so hard to keep up . 

her mother was her best friend through her entire life , her biggest supporter when her acting career took off , stuck by her side through thick and thin and made her feel the most love she had felt . yet the world works in cruel ways . she remembers her mother’s frail touch from her hospital bed and her always present smile, despite the cancer that was tearing away her body . gen had never felt so helpless in her entire life , watching her mother deteriorate , knowing there was nothing she could do to save her . 

Sitting up from her bed , she’s not even sure what time it is , but the sun hadn’t set just yet . lifting the picture frame from her lap , she looks at the photo of her mom before she got the diagnosis , smiling , radiant , genuinely happy . gen looks significantly different in the picture compared to the present , but the photo reminds her of a simpler time . placing the picture frame back on her vanity , she exhales a shaking breath , “ 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐨𝐦 . 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 .”

[paralleljulieverse]

“Maria’s not an asset to the abbey!”  Cover of Movie Life magazine, April 1965. 

The massive industrial changes that transformed Hollywood in the 1960s had an equally far-reaching impact on the subsidiary industry of fan magazines. The demise of the studio system signalled the end of the close synergistic relationship that had existed for decades between Hollywood and the popular press. Because studios were no longer in control of stars and their publicity, magazine editors didn’t have to toe the studio line or print the curated Cinderella stories that had previously been provided by the studio PR departments. The playing field was suddenly deregulated and the entertainment press could publish pretty much what they liked.

As Anthony Slide (2010) notes in his comprehensive history of the fan magazine industry:

“Editors and writers were on their own in unearthing stories and unchecked as to the content of such stories....Once, fan magazine writers had been required to get advance and then final approval from the studio with which a star was under contract prior to publication. By the 1960s, it was no longer the producer whose permission was needed but the personal press agent. Even if the story was approved, the fan magazine editors realized that the title could easily be changed to suggest a more scurrilous content” (184-85). 

Meanwhile, the star system itself was also undergoing seismic changes. Gone were the hyper-manufactured gods and goddesses of the classical studio era and in their place was a new breed of smaller celebrity, increasingly sourced from television or popular music, that was rooted in cultural values of authenticity and relatability, and shaped by an aesthetics of naturalism. 

The new-style celebrity didn’t exactly offer rich fodder for the fan magazines that had traditionally traded in stories of larger-than-life icons leading extraordinary lives. As one magazine writer of the era complained:

"[T]oday...readers find most actors and actresses suffocatingly dull... part of their dullness comes from the death of the big studio contract system. The studios would tack some excitement onto a personality whether he wanted it or not...Now we have these people who become actors in 30 minutes and ‘stars’ half an hour later, I don’t think we’ve had a real star since Elvis except for Julie Andrews” (cited in Harmetz: 56).

In the absence of extraordinary studio-generated star charisma, fan magazines tried to create their own sense of promotional allure  – and they knew that nothing sold like moral titillation. Their readership was predominantly conservative, described by one magazine editor as the “ubiquitous woman under the hairdryer” and by another as “a rather square set of readers [who] were never very interested in the Beatles but they just loved The Sound of Music” (cited in Harmetz: 56). 

To appeal to this middle-American readership, the magazines crafted hyperbolic soap opera stories with an accent on star tragedies, heartaches, marriages, affairs, and divorces. If the stars themselves were not quite the larger-than-life icons of yore, they could still be seen to lead private lives that were spectacularly different  – morally, socially, emotionally – to those of the average suburban reader.

Many of these melodramatic storylines blurred the boundaries between truth and fabrication. Typically, they would use a salacious headline hinting at scandal, but then explain it away in the story as a misunderstanding or fanciful rumour. 

In the case of the magazine cover above, readers were enticed with a PR photo of Julie Andrews on the set of The Sound of Music captioned with pearl-clutching delight to suggest that she might be – shock! horror! – an unwed mother. Inside the covers, however, was a thoroughly routine star profile where the only “unconventional” thing about Julie was her commitment to motherhood: 

“[M]ost actress-star-mothers leave their children with a governess when they’re working. Not Julie! If there’s a way, Emma goes along” (“I took...”: 42).

This dubious tactic of implied sensationalism may have helped sell magazines but, not surprisingly, it wasn’t very popular with the stars themselves. James Garner (1967) – one of Julie’s favourite co-stars – complained in a newspaper op-ed of the time: “Practically every fan story is salacious, muckraking drivel aimed to suggest scandal in the life of a favourite actor or to suggest that some part of his psyche is twisted and morbid” (7).

As the decade wore on, the fan magazines become more sensationalist with their stories – and more liberal with the truth. It resulted in a number of legal suits, including a pair of high profile cases filed by Julie Andrews. In 1969, she sued MacFadden-Bartell, publishers of Screenland magazine, for a story suggesting she was having an affair with Sidney Poitier, and the Magazine Management Company for another story in Modern Movies which alleged daughter Emma became ill over Julie’s relationship with Blake Edwards ('Julie Andrews sues...’, II-4). Both suits were eventually settled out of court for an undisclosed sum. 

Far from stemming the trend, the legal actions only served to embolden the fan magazines. They provided widespread media exposure and furnished new material for the ongoing soap opera stories about stars and their tribulations. In Julie’s case, her libel suits spurred the gossip columnists to sharpen their pens, including that of her arch-nemesis, Joyce Haber. But that’s a story for another post...

Sources: 

Garner J (1967) ‘A Maverick gets the drop on fan magazine editors’. The Los Angeles Times Calendar, 31 December: p. 7.

Harmetz A (1967) ‘Fan magazines yearn for star-spangled banter of yore’, The Los Angeles Times Calendar, 17 December: pp. 1, 56.

‘I took my baby to my wedding’ (1965) Movie Life, April: 40-45.

‘Julie Andrews sues 2 movie magazines’ (1969) The Los Angeles Times,  8 January: p. II-4.

Slide A (2010) Inside the Hollywood fan magazine: a history of star makers, fabricators, and gossip mongers, University Press of Mississippi, Jackson MS.

© 2022, Brett Farmer. All Rights Reserved

[lonestardaily]

Each week Lone Star Daily looks to provide you with a decent (not  comprehensive) list of the fanfics that have been posted for the week.  The week runs from Friday - Thursday, as that way it does give us an  opportunity to put the list together. There’s no requirement to tag us  as we will check the tags #911 lone star fic and #911lsfic while also  combing through ao3. We currently are only going to post new fics, not  updates. You can check out this week’s fics below the cut.

All our past recs can be found on this page.

Please  feel free to give this post a boost to give our writers a chance to  receive some love for the work they do for the fandom.

(if  your fic is not tagged with a tumblr, it’s because we couldn’t find one  - feel free to send us a message and we’ll be happy to add one)

TARLOS FICS

ain’t nothing but heartache by @rmd-writes

↳  (TK x Carlos | Coda | E | 2K)

Fortuitously, Carlos arrives home just as TK steps out of his Uber. Before he can even say hello, TK’s lips are on his, hot and eager.   Carlos finds himself shoved up against his own front door, fumbling to get it open as TK kisses him, gripping the back of his neck. TK shepherds him through the door as soon as Carlos can get it open, pushing him back against it but Carlos grins, he’s not letting TK take charge here.

i want you to unravel me by @reyescarlos

↳  (TK x Carlos | Coda | E | 4.2K)

In the aftermath of the strain that's fallen over them, TK and Carlos bridge the gap with open conversation that brings them closer together, both emotionally and physically.

your handcuffs or mine by @bubblesandroses8​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Smut | M | 2.1K)

After a call dealing with an interestingly placed tattoo, TK gets an idea to surprise Carlos.

pineapple by @chaotictarlos​

↳  (TK x Carlos |  Hurt/Comfort | E | 1.4K)

TK uses his safe word.

how in love and lucky i feel now by @morganaspendragonss​

↳  (TK x Carlos |  Fluff | G | 1.2K)

Carlos is easy to coax back under the covers. TK takes his time this morning, running his hand reverently over the lines of his body, the jut of his hip bone, the ridges of his abs, the curve of his ass. There’s not even anything sexual about it, it’s just…love.

There’s something holy about lying here with Carlos, silent as the sun’s rays stream in through the windows, turning his fiancé’s skin to gold. And when Carlos leans in and kisses him oh so gently, it feels like a benediction.

Secret Moments in a Crowded Room by @strandnreyes​

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | E | 52.2K)

The greatest performance of their careers is the one the public has no clue about.

Or, the Golden Age of Hollywood AU

Still Waters Run Deep by @welcometololaland​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Coda | E | 6.3K)

Whoever said 'nothing worth having ever comes easy' never met Carlos Reyes. Having Carlos seems like the easiest thing in the world. TK just has to reach out and take him.

OR

The conversations we didn't see from season 1, episode 10.

Show Me What I’m Looking For by Mari_Marie

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | G | 4.9K)

“What am I supposed to do with him, Michelle? He set his kitchen on fire trying to boil water, but now you expect me to turn him into a restaurant worthy chef in six weeks?”

“Yes. That’s the premise of the show, is it not? You told the network you could turn the worst cook in America into a chef of your caliber within six weeks.” She points at TK trying to operate a pasta machine. “This kid is your challenge. If you can turn him into a chef, then you can probably turn water into wine as well.”

Together We’re Unstoppable by @detective-giggles

↳  (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | G | 2.1K)

Carlos gets hurt at work and needs to think of making decisions for his future. *** “I don’t know who I am if I’m not a cop. This is all I’ve ever wanted to be.”

“You know,” TK starts slowly, “after I got shot-”

Carlos cuts him off with an angry shake of his head. “No! This is different! You chose that! You decided you weren’t sure if you wanted to be a firefighter anymore. Then you got to decide to stay. I don’t get that choice. That choice is being taken from me. And I don’t-”

OTHER PAIRINGS/CHARACTER FICS

she’s lookin’ vicious when she on me by @mooshkat​

↳  (Mateo x Nancy | PWF | E | 5.1K)

Dressing up doesn't come into play often when they have sex, but when it does, it's always Nancy getting dolled up in some sort of outfit or lingerie set that gets his mouth watering.

Mateo pulls out the set from the bag and swallows. It's sized for him, bought specifically for tonight, and he has to wonder just how long she's been wanting to put him in something like this.

Nancy has a lacy surprise for Mateo when he gets home.

Welcome to the Family by @ramblingdisaster73​

↳  (The Ryders x Wyatt | Missing Scene | G | 2K)

The Ryder family throws a surprise cookout to officially introduce Wyatt to the 126.

*Prompt from Lonestardaily Season 3 Character week - Day 2 S3 moment/coda/missing scene from minor character POV

Oh, yours brought home a stray too? by @ramblingdisaster73​

↳  (Carlos x Grace | Missing Scene | G | 2.7K)

Carlos, Grace, and Charlie bond while the 126 is off at a team building exercise. Breakfast and the Farmers market, with a cameo by Andrea.

Prompt from Lonestardaily season 3 character week - platonic/familial bonding set in S3.

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

❧ 5. it hurts, doesn’t it

❧ Masterlist - Previous - Next

❧ A/N: ya’ll if I miss you by mistake for the taglist pls let me know! I feel like I have 100% messed up with my general taglist lmao :(

After settling the bill, you immediately exited the establishment to avoid any further interactions with your supposed date. It seemed that the warnings supplied by both Matsukawa and Kuroo unfortunately held some truth attached to them.

Pursuing Iwaizumi Hajime would only result in heartache.  

When you first met the athletic trainer at a MSBY event, it was difficult to suppress your curiosity. But after learning about his famous girlfriend, you retreated and focused your attention elsewhere. The next time you saw him, the news of his breakup had spread throughout the globe. Manipulated by the various gossip magazines hired to cover the relationship, soon there was no true consensus on what occurred between them. Was it cheating? Was it a mutual decision? Was it a publicity stunt? The questions turned a private matter into a spectacle, one that took a heavy toll on Iwaizumi. For the year that followed, the male never showcased a smile. Rather, if you were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him during his rare appearances, you would notice that physically he was in the room, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

So sure, it was no surprise that he was emotionally unavailable. Between the public reaction to his loss, and the bits you could gather from Kaede’s rants on social media, the breakup had ruined him.

That being said… his pain did not excuse the harm he inflicted on others.

Kuroo had mumbled that comment after Kaede’s perfume launch. The embarrassment and insecurity that had stolen the vibrant colours of your aura was impossible not to notice. What would he think of you now? After enduring a lack of respect twice from the same individual? Would he belittle you? No, you know that he would squish you in a hug and then scold you.

And honestly, that sounded very appealing after experiencing public humiliation twice.

By now, the sincerity of his initial apology had diminished significantly. An apology is an acknowledgement of a mistake, one that is vowed to not be repeated. And yet, once again, you were cloaked with invisibility.

How many words did he even utter to you in the span of an hour?

Perhaps Iwaizumi did not have any interest in those who did not present him the prospect of pain. But even so, were you truly nothing more than a “nice” girl? The question brought a humourless laugh to crawl up your throat. When it reached your mouth, the sound intensified the bitter taste remaining inside of your mouth from the black coffee you ordered to drown out the residue of the sweets. It was ill-fated that you had tarnished the joy you once associated with the restaurant.

But did you really deserve to feel pain considering the circumstances?

There was no denying the storm of emotions wreaking havoc within the confines of your chest, and yet the validity of those emotions was certainly in question. Did you deserve to feel pain, considering the fact you were the one who inflicted the pain onto yourself? He’s barely a friend, he’s only an acquittance – so why did it hurt?

Dozens of strangers pushed past you on the busy street, and when you paused at the crosswalk, you somehow felt close to the nameless strangers beside you, closer than you ever felt to him.

“Hey, wait! L/n!” The request was accompanied by some heavy panting, as the male fought to catch his breath. A piece of you thought you were hallucinating – imagining a scenario that would arise in a Hollywood film, after the hero disappoints the heroine. Except, there he was, with one hand pressed against his chest and the other extended forward.

“Iwaizumi? Did I forget something at the café?” Instinctively you began patting your jacket pockets to determine whether your wallet and keys were present. You halted your movements when he shook his head with a sigh.

“No, but I didn’t feel good leaving it at that. You’re a nice girl, and I should have been treating you with more respect. Can we try this again?” Iwaizumi scratched at the back of his neck as the corners of his lips twitched into a frown. “I don’t know if you’ve heard about what happened with me… I know it’s not an excuse… but will you let me explain?”

You tried to control a visual reaction to his words, maintaining a calm demeanour as he spoke. Albeit it was not easy. 

“I’m sorry but I need to go home now. My roommate needs me for something. Maybe another time.” A thin smile was offered to the male before you turned on your heel and began down the crosswalk.

The athletic trainer simply stood behind you, surprise livening his features.

You would have agreed to stay, if he had selected a different set of words. But once again you were reduced to the stereotypical nice girl. The one who could be disrespected and walked all over. The one who would accept the half-assed apologies, no matter how undeserving the person was. Maybe you could be that someone again tomorrow. But for right now? You were tired.

Because sure, it shouldn’t hurt – but it does.

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[trevor-wilson-covington]

What could have been...

//Saw that the site I use to make mood boards has a CD Cover option and thought it would be fun to do Sunset Curve’s Demo and Unreleased Songs (+Home Is Where My Horse Is) as they would look as singles!!! I may make CD Covers for the other 13 songs in the show...if people end up really liking these ones and if inspiration strikes!

**Gave an idea of what I think the other 7 songs would be about/why they were written (said what we know Unsaid Emily, Now or Never, and Home Is Where My Horse Is are about already of course too)!!

1. Unsaid Emily: Is of course about Luke’s rough relationship with his mom, which was never resolved before his death. It touches on how he knew he should have turned around and come back home but his pride stopped him. All the conversations he had created in his head about what they would say to each other when he finally saw her again stayed that way, thoughts in his head. Wondering if he had been able to say the right things to his mom or made up with her before dying, would time not have erased the memory of him?  

2. Get Lost: I believe it is about the feeling of restlessness and wanting to just take off on an adventure somewhere new or unique. Similar to how Luke finds sleeves (zleeves) restricting, this song is about how life can feel suffocating sometimes and all you want to do is grab a bag of essentials and walk in the mist/ride off into the night to a freer life. 

3. Long Weekend: Is about the band’s friendship/brotherhood/sense of found family and how over many weekends they find themselves going through a lot of struggles and heartache together. These are the weekends that feel the longest because there is so much the four boys help each other through and many times they find they don’t want the weekend to end so they can spend more non-band time together to just be four stupid teen boys navigating all the twists and turns of life. 

4. Crooked Teeth: My thoughts are that it could have been written when he had braces/a retainer in the 90s & was self-conscious of it, so it was written to cheer Reggie up about his braces/retainer & pretty much say "hey, Reggie...people's smiles vary & they're all unique & beautiful"...instead of mocking him, like the show seems to tell us it was written to do.

5. My Name Is Luke: Is a darker, more introspective song about Luke’s struggle with an identity crisis where he feels he’s being pulled in different directions. One side is the Luke who loves his parents and wants to make them happy and have them be proud of him. The other side is the Luke. who is passionate about writing and playing music, who thrives off the feelings and energies of the crowd as they connect with him and his lyrics. Luke finds he can’t be one version of Luke without ultimately giving up the other and trying to do both is exhausting and soul crushing at times. The title is his way of saying ‘Hey, this is my name, it’s who I am, and I can be a loving son my parents can be proud of while also doing what I love and making a difference in the lives of people who listen to my music’. He just wishes his parents could come to understand that he loves music and he’s really good at it, so why can’t he continue doing it and make them proud at the same time.  

6. Now or Never: Is, as we know, about Sunset Curve’s rise to fame and how they can dream as though they’ll never die but they’re going to live their life as though today could be their last day alive. They aren’t looking to the future, because all they need are each other and the energy that is coursing through their bodies in the present. They hear a voice in their heads saying you only have this one life, so make the most of it so when you die you’ll have had no regrets about the things you did or didn’t do. This is their time to shine and even when their lives were bleak or lacking, their days were still the best of their lives because they were making music and gradually making a name for themselves doing so. 

Weaved in are of course lyrics that seem to foreshadow their 3 deaths with the mention of shock to their hearts (the defibrillators used to try to keep them alive in the alley or ambulance), clocks moving forward but they don’t get older (how for 25 yrs they were in limbo and didn’t age and are now 17-year-old ghosts in 2020), how they kept on climbing 'til their stars collided (floated up out of the ambulance to the dark place until crashing into Julie’s life (she’s a star as Luke says)), and how all that they left in the past was just the just the key to paradise (all the things they left behind once they died were just ‘stepping stones’ to the ‘paradise’ of heaven for most people or in the boy’s case the path to Julie and playing music again).

7. Late Last Night: Is about the late nights the four boys spent out at clubs/venues leading up to the Orpheum, gigs that helped them gain a decent following, and all the crazy things they saw and did. 17-year-olds out late partying, possibly drinking, on school nights. A higher energy song, similar to Now or Never to match the antics of a bunch of teens practically let loose on the music/club scene during the band’s rise in the Hollywood/LA music scene in ‘93/’94/’95. It evokes the feelings of being wild and reckless as a teen, while also somehow capturing the energy of the nighttime as you move from the crowded main strip into residential areas and how quick and jarring the change can be.��    

8. Lakeside Reflection: This is a tough one, but I think it would be about the individual experiences most or all of the boys have from going to lakes during summer with their families. There’s of course all the fun time spent with family, but in the reflection on the lake of those moments the boys only see the truth of their family dynamics, what was hidden behind a pleasant façade. 

For Luke, it was the strained relationship and fights with his mom over the band and his dreams. 

For Alex, it was the looks and offhanded comments made by his parents and the looks of sympathy from his sister, ever since he told them he was gay. 

For Reggie, it was the nights spent keeping his brother and sister distracted as the walls practically shook from the volume and intensity of his parents’ almost daily fights. 

And for Bobby, it was the truth that he kept up a façade even with the boys so they wouldn’t know that his family, that the others always believed to be perfect, wasn’t perfect at all. When rarely he saw his parents and they weren’t off on business trips or working late into the night, Bobby found them to be disinterested in his life and any affection or love was relegated to a pat on the back or a quick hand held before they rushed out the door once more. 

The happy summer vibes at the lake could never truly make any of the boys forget their truths, but at least they could let loose for the extent of their trips and finally feel like a carefree teen again.               

9. In Your Starlight: This would seem to be a certain kind of love song at first glance and for some people that’s what it may be, but to me it is a very specific kind of love song. This love song is about relationships each of the boys had, the very few of them, that didn’t turn out well for some reason or another. A passion for music overshadowing the passion to keep a relationship going. The fear of long-term commitment and a short-lived bliss, before the fighting starts, ending the relationship before it ever grew deeper. The smothering of a fire in the soul so outsiders can’t see one trace of its flicker, hidden behind a lie, in case they find out the truth and react with disgust or hatred. Or the overly flirtatious and, at times, clingy antics used to get a person interested in starting a relationship. To keep them invested in the relationship, in an effort to make sure they won’t leave out of boredom or for someone better. This song is from the perspective of those other people, how they saw the relationship, no matter the length, and what they see as the thing that ended it or kept it from growing stronger. How they all in some way felt like they were pulled in by light of each of the boys (the stars) and things were good at first, before the cracks started to appear and reality truly set in.    

10. Home Is Where My Horse Is: It’s an expression of where and whom Reggie calls home. The horse had never really stood for an actual horse, but rather it represented Luke, Alex, and Bobby. The people Reggie considered his family, his home, more than he ever would the house he had grown up in. Horses symbolize freedom without restraint, because riding a horse makes people feel they can free themselves from their own bindings. There is no constraining a horse when it runs with the wind, but they also enjoy the company of family and friends. Reggie wants freedom from the stuff with his parents and his own personal demons that keep him held back. He finds with the band, his real family, he can run free and be himself...enjoying being around the boys and not having to worry about fighting and drama. His home is where he (the horse) is... able to be its true self and go where the wind takes it.     

[tcm]

How Race Prevented Dorothy Dandridge from Being a Star By Susan King

Dorothy Dandridge was the first Black movie star. “She was our queen,” once said African American actress Nichelle Nichols (of Star Trek fame). Dandridge also made history with her full-blooded performance as the femme fatale in Otto Preminger’s 1954 CARMEN JONES. She became the first Black woman to earn an Oscar nomination for Best Actress and the first to grace the cover of Life magazine.

Her achievements were during a decade before the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and her nomination would mark five decades before a Black actress, Halle Berry, would win in that category. Berry also won an Emmy for her performance as the Dandridge in HBO’s Introducing Dorothy Dandridge (1999).

By the time Dandridge landed her role in CARMEN JONES, she had already paid her dues tenfold. She knew how difficult it was to be gifted, young, Black and beautiful in Hollywood. “CARMEN JONES was the best break I ever had,” said Dandridge, who tragically died at the age of 42 in 1965. “But no producer ever knocked on my door. There just aren’t as many parts or a Black actress. If I were white, I could capture the world.”

She was a child singer along with her older sister Vivian as part of The Wonder Children. Her mother, actress Ruby Dandridge, was the ultimate stage mother and so was her companion Geneva Williams, who oversaw their career. She was strict and allegedly was abusive. With family friend Etta Jones, Dorothy and Vivian became The Dandridge Sisters. They came to Hollywood around the time she was four. “I was one of those musical kids you hear about, with parts in pictures like the Marx Brothers’ A Day at the Races (‘37),” Dandridge said.

The Dandridge Sisters performed in Europe, the famed Cotton Club and appeared on Broadway in 1939 with Louis Armstrong in the short-lived Swingin’ the Dream. They also sang with African American band leader Jimmie Lunceford. And besides appearing in A DAY AT THE RACES, they were a specialty act in such movies and shorts as Snow Gets in Your Eyes (‘38), in which they perform “Harlem Yodel” and “Rhythm Rascals.”

Even as a teenager, you can’t keep your eyes off of Dandridge. She had the indescribable “It” factor. And after she went out on her own, she continued to dazzle in short musical films known as “soundies” that were produced for video jukeboxes of the era. She also had tiny roles, often uncredited, in movies, including David O. Selznick’s popular World War II film SINCE YOU WENT AWAY (‘44). Perhaps her most notable performance at this time was in the Sonja Henie musical ice-skating comedy SUN VALLEY SERENADE (‘41) in which she performs “Chattanooga Choo Choo” in a slinky black ensemble with the tap-dancing duo Harold and Fayard Nicholas.

“No film fan has ever forgotten her as a dream girl with the brothers,” said African American film historian Donald Bogle in his book Hollywood Black: The Stars, the Films, the Filmmakers.

She was all of 19 when she married Harold Nicholas, whom she had first met while performing at the Cotton Club. Their only child Harolyn was born in 1943. Nicholas had gone off to play golf the day Dandridge went into labor and he took the car keys, so she was delayed getting to the hospital to deliver the baby. Harolyn was born brain damaged and was never able to speak or even recognize Dandridge.

Dandridge believed the reason she was born mentally disabled was because of the delay in delivery. Dandridge would be haunted by guilt the rest of her life. She provided expensive care for her daughter, but when her finances became grim, Harolyn became a ward of the state. According to the TCM.com overview of BRIGHT ROAD (‘53), in which Dandridge portrays a dedicated young schoolteacher, seeing “healthy African-American children playing on the set proved too much for her, and she fled to her dressing room.”

Dandridge had always wanted to be a dramatic actress and attended the progressive Actors’ Lab in Los Angeles, becoming one of the school’s first Black students. Marilyn Monroe was also one of the students and became great friends with Dandridge. It would be considered a communist organization in the early 1950s with several members being blacklisted and the theater soon closed.

She also worked with noted coach and composer/arranger Phil Moore to develop a nightclub act, which Dandridge performed internationally to great acclaim. Under Moore’s guidance, Dandridge went from the young vivacious singer to a sultry, sexy chanteuse. Time magazine wrote about a nightclub appearance where she “came wriggling out of the wings like a caterpillar on a hot rock.” And according to a 1997 New York Times piece by Janet Maslin, when Dandridge headlined the Mocambo nightclub in L.A. in 1953, the cigarette girls actually sold copies of Alfred Kinsey’s Sexual Behavior in the Human Female.

“I think it was really the heartache over my child and the failure of my marriage that forced me to make a success out of my career,” Dandridge explained in 1954. “I had to keep busy. I threw myself into my work. It’s a wonderful therapy. You don’t have time to feel sorry for yourself.”

She landed roles in three low-budget films including TARZAN’S PERIL (‘51). Dandridge is the best thing about the adventure as Melmendi, the young, beautiful and feisty Queen of Ashuba, who is kidnapped and rescued by Tarzan. Bogle notes that Lex Barker’s Tarzan shows a lot more interest in Melmendi than he does in Jane (Virginia Huston). “Here were suggestions of an interracial romance that the studio didn’t explore.” But audiences were titillated. Ebony magazine put her on the cover with the banner: “Hollywood’s Newest Glamour Queen.’’

She would appear in a few more roles, including THE HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS (‘51) and BRIGHT ROAD opposite Harry Belafonte, who would star with her the following year in CARMEN JONES. The operetta gave her high visibility but few additional film roles. Also, she had fallen in love with Preminger, who didn’t give her the best career advice. They would work together one more time in the film adaptation of PORGY AND BESS (‘59), for which Dandridge was nominated for a Golden Globe.

“But sadly, her decline came soon after her triumph,” notes Bogle in Brown Sugar. “She realized she was a token figure within the movie colony, her position not much different than Lena Horne’s in the ‘40s. There was no great follow-up of roles to sustain her fame. Three years passed before she appeared in another film.” Dandridge once said of racial prejudice: “It is such a waste. It makes you loggy and half-alive. If it gives you nothing.”

Dandridge was drinking heavily and taking antidepressants by the late 1950s. In fact, when Dandridge married a second time in 1959, to the man who was not only abusive but would leave her broke, she was so drugged that she fell asleep at the reception. “Dandridge’s last years were lonely and sad as she struggled to find work,” said Bogle.

[instasiswetrust]

“Mindflayer ... from Dungeons and Dragons, right?” Harrington’s voice sounds uniquely fragile. Like thin ice and crystal glass, one wayward push and he’d shatter.

He hates his stage name. He hates it so fucking much. It aches and hurts like an old scar.

“Yep.” He says, popping the p and flashing his favorite client a smile that he doesn’t mean at all. “Used to love to play, but when I moved here ... never found a party. It’s a fun stage name, even if it doesn’t really fit me.”

He’s too loose-lipped. Half of that was a secret he was supposed to take to the grave. It’s too nerdy an admittance. It makes his elbow and ribs ache, like phantom breaks.

“No.” Harrington whispers, settling into the softness of the stylized bed. “No, it suits you.”

Billy pauses. Raises an eyebrow.

“You have that kind of ... enchanting presence. And - and I’ve never played dungeons and dragons, but my brother does. I know enough.” And there’s an awkward laugh. Nervous. Honest.

Harrington lays upon the altar-bed with his limbs spread, ready for the restraints. Ready for the 80’s gothic fantasy wet dreams that the room embodies so well. There’s a smile on his face and a shine to his eyes. “So flay my mind. Give me that dying fantasy that the corebooks preach about.”

“And what would that be, dollface?” Billy finds his voice steady and stable, even if his soul’s lost its way.

Steve Harrington swallows. His Adam’s apple bobs in a way that speaks of sorrow and loneliness.

“Love.” He whispers, and Billy knows this is the horizon before him. “I want you to make me believe that I’m loved. Just this once.”

---

Alcohol and heartache are things that should never be mixed. Steve knows this, and yet he refuses to follow the one rule he insisted on Dustin learning.

It's the only reason he's able to request something like that. To lower his mask enough to show the fragility underneath the marble exterior.

A ring. That's what the picture Will sent Dustin had shown. A ring on Jonathan’s finger, and Nancy down on one knee. Engagement. Steve hadn't been able to stay long enough to know the details.

So when Mindflayer calls him Princess, when he presses soft kisses to his lips and thrusts with agonizing slowness. Well, he’s not surprised when the first sob punches out of his chest in a rush.

Fragile. Broken. Ugly. Heart-wrenching.

He wants to cover his mouth but his hands are still bound and there's only so much biting down on his lip can do.

Because he's ruining this. Fuck. He's ruining this and now Mind’s pretty face is twisting up in worry, and this is not at all what Steve wanted.

Not enough. Never enough.

---

He didn’t bank on making Harrington cry.

Half-way stuck - should he pull out? Press in? He knows the safe word. He’s fully able to use it — it’s not like he broke out the gags and restraints. This is mock love, not pain.

“Hey,” he whispers and pulls the man closer. Leaning in to kiss at the spaces he can reach, through the tears and twisting. “Don’t cry, princess. I’ve got you.”

The words he wishes he was given, he gives to his client. The tenderness in every motion, soft intimacy lain carefully like a veil over that pretty face. This is what love looks and feels like, right? He’s not sure, but this is what he hopes it’s like.

“It’s okay, baby.” If it was like this, he thinks, then —

“I got you.”

---

The thing is, Steve doesn't want to stop.

Sure, he wants to cover his face, wants to press at his eyes until the tears stop falling, wants to quiet the sobs falling unbidden from pink kissed lips.

But stopping is not something he wants.

Not even if that means he has to let this man, this person he barely knows but who has learned his body more intimately than any lover before, watch the shattered edges that hide under all the marble.

“S...S-Sorry, ” There’s a wryness to the curl of his lips, and everything looks blurry behind the sheen of tears that covers his eyes. “Just. P-Please.”

He's not sure what he is asking for anymore, though.

Please make me forget. Please don't stop. Please take away the pain.

Please, love me.

---

“Of course, Princess.” Billy pulls a smile onto his face and smooths the worry over. One hand slips from Harrington’s famous waist to cup his jaw. Thumb away some of those tears. Kiss away the rest.

All the love he never got, he gives away. From the empty garden of his chest, he digs for a fire he’s never known. Things he’s only seen in moves, heard in cafes, felt between the distances of picket fences and broken glass — this is what he comes back with. False diamonds to offer to an angel who hasn’t a clue either.

“Anything you want,” Billy whispers as he presses closer, pace steady still, but changed. Holding Steve in full now. The thrusts are shallow, but his arms are full and their hearts are only an inch apart.

Does it count? Is it right? What would an unearthly monster know of human love? What would an angel? He’s thinking too hard on this.

“Forever and always.”

---

But all things must come to an end.

Curled up on his side, trying to glue all the shattered pieces of himself back together while quiet tears slide down his cheeks, Steve wonders why did he ever think this was a good idea.

Because asking for fake love — So real. Too real. — doesn't change the fact that Jonathan and Nancy are engaged. It doesn't erase the fact that the next time he sees them he's gonna have to pretend like he's just happy for them, like the glass shards embedded in his heart do not exist and his chest doesn't ache with each soft smile they give each other.

At which point did they stop being able to see past his facades, he wonders.

Pathetic, Not enough. Never enough, are you Stevie?

With a shaky sigh, he wipes the remaining tears off his face and sits up. This is not Mind's fault in the slightest, not his fault that Steve is a pathetic mess who needs to buy fake love to try and get over his exes. So he pulls himself back together as best as he can and offers a weak smile.

"You know, you could make a really good acting career if you ever decided to leave this place."

---

That punches a laugh out of him before he can think better of it. Almost everyone who dances at the Auris fit that bill, even if half of them would do better in certain genres.

“Maybe.” Billy says, already knowing that his rap sheet has a stain and he’ll never be free of that. This is as close to stardom as he’ll get. “This has way more security than a bunch of Hollywood maybes, though.”

Harrington still hasn’t recovered. The walls don’t carry sound but they shake in the way that means someone violent is entertaining. Idly, he wonders who, and are they as wild as his night just was?

“Hope I see you around, dollface.” He itches to light up a cigarette. There’s no smoking allowed in the building though. He’d have to wander upwards to the roof for that and that’s too far right now.

“Tonight was fun.”

---

"Fun." He mutters, sliding off the bed onto shaky legs to search for his clothes. A wet chuckle leaves his lips, sounding a little wry. "Yeah, I guess we could call it that."

There's no need to say anything else after all. Not like he can say anything else. Hell, he can't even look Mind in the face right now, not if he wants his tentative defenses to hold up until he gets back home.

Home. Hah, if you could even call that sky loft a home.

So he gets dressed and offers a weak smile and a goodbye. Makes sure to tip higher than he usually would before leaving the building.

Resolves to try out dating again and visit the Auris less.

Too bad it's not that easy to get Mindflayer out of his mind.

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #187 - The Wallflowers, Bringing Down The Horse, 1996

Lo spunto per scegliere il tema delle storie di musica di Settembre me l’ha data una notizia musicale britannica: a fine luglio al primo posto della classifica del dischi più venduti in Gran Bretagna c’è il disco di debutto di una band irlandese, gli Inhaler, che si intitola It Won’t Be Always Like This. Non mi ha colpito la notizia in sè, sebbene siano i ragazzi solo i terzi irlandesi negli ultimi 20 anni a debuttare in prima posizione, ma che il leader della band è il cantante e chitarrista Elijah Hewson, che è figlio di Paul Hewson, conosciuto nel mondo come Bono, leader degli U2. Prendo spunto da questo per raccontare a Settembre di bei dischi di illustri figli d’arte. Premetto subito che non ci sarà Grace di Jeff Buckley, apparso qualche mese fa nella serie dei dischi unici dei loro autori passati alla leggenda. Ma iniziamo con un altra storia niente male, che secondo me è paradigmatica di quello che un figlio di un grande musicista può fare nel mondo della musica. Perchè nel caso di oggi padre più illustre forse non c’è: Bob Dylan. L’ultimo figlio di Bob e Sara Lowds si chiama Jakob e a fine anni ‘80 si sente sufficientemente dotato di originalità e carisma per sfuggire ai paragoni, inevitabili con una leggenda così gigantesca come quella del papà, per fare musica. Mette su una band, che chiama The Wallflowers, dal nome comune in inglese di una pianta della famiglia delle crucifere, la violaciocca, che è usata frequentemente come bordura nei giardini. Eppure i più capziosi videro un riferimento ad un brano scritto dal padre, Wallflower, scritto per Doug Sahm nel 1972 e poi ripreso da molti artisti (tra cui una stupenda cover di Diana Krall). L’esordio discografico è con l’omonimo The Wallflowers, del 1992: è un buon esordio di roots rock di spiccata anima anni ‘70, con Jakob che scrive tutte le musiche (tranne una canzone accreditata alla band intera) e i testi, e alcune canzoni come Hollywood e Honeybee, che si allungano ben oltre la durata classica di un brano rock, sono molto interessanti, anche grazie al lavoro di un ottimo tastierista, Rami Jaffee. L’attesa, soprattutto per l’interessamento della stampa specializzata e dei media, è altissima ma il disco, sebbene più che dignitoso, vende poco. Questo porta a una sorta di pausa di riflessione e a continui cambi di formazione. Quando Dylan Jr. trova una certa stabilità con i musicisti (oltre a Jaffee, Greg Richling al basso, Tobi MIller e Michael Ward alla chitarra) manda demo di idee e qualche canzone a moltissimi produttori. Il fiuto di Jimmy Iovine, grande produttore e talent scout, li porta a firmare un contratto con la Interscope, e i ragazzi vengono messi sotto le cure produttive di T-Bone Burnett. Dylan Jr. gli presenta tutte le canzoni che ha scritto negli anni e Burnett ne è entusiasta, iniziando le registrazioni in alcuni dei più famosi studi di registrazioni di Los Angeles. La band non ha un batterista e la seconda chitarra, quella di Miller, abbandona per motivi personali. Avendo per una volta una produzione adeguata ed essendo pur sempre un Dylan, molti amici verranno ad aiutarli: Matt Chamberlain, che suonerà anche con il padre, alla batteria, e poi Mike Campbell alla chitarra dalla band di Tom Petty, Gary Louis dei Jayhawks, Fred Tackett, Sam Phillips (moglie di Burnett) e Adam Duritz, leader dei Counting Crows. IL suono è sempre quello del primo disco, ma stavolta curatissimo, rifinito e con un appeal straordinario. Ne escono fuori canzoni ottime, con i testi del giovane Dylan che parlano di difficoltà giovanili, di momenti di sconforto, di attese. Alcune diventano delle grandi hit: One Headlight (messa dalla rivista Rolling Stone nella lista delle 500 canzoni più belle di sempre), la meravigliosa 6th Aveanue Heartache (la prima canzone mai scritta da Jakob, su un senza tetto che viveva nei pressi della sua casa di New York, che quando scomparve fu saccheggiato dei suoi piccoli averi da altri), Bleeders, Three Marlenas (dal titolo meravigliosamente dylaniano). Tutto il disco è consistente, canzoni come The Difference e Laughing Out Loud o la ballatona Josephine sono perfette per l’airplay radiofonico. C’è pure un momento toccante nel ricordo del musicista ed ex membro del gruppo Leo LeBlanc, I WIsh I Felt Nothing, scritta mentre il musicista lottava contro il cancro. Questa volta il successo è davvero consistente: in classifica in mezzo mondo, vendite clamorose e addirittura 2 Grammy Awards nel 1997. Il giovane Dylan è consacrato ad essere una delle più promettenti e luminose stelle della nuova generazione rock. la band si prenderà altri 4 anni per realizzare il seguito, Breach (2000), che però si presenta al di sotto delle aspettative, smorzando un po’ la luce di un figlio illustre che ha tanto talento; nemmeno i successivi Red Letter Days e Rebel, Sweetheart (2002 e 2005) ripetono il successo e l’apprezzamento di Bringing Down The Horse, offuscando in parte il talento di un ragazzo che non ha avuto paura di sfidare sul campo il cognome più illustre della musica popolare del ‘900.

[vittaquinn]

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[georgiafm]

            big  boobs  ?  what  ??  ummm,  chile,  anyway...  soo.  hey  angels  !  xD  fun  fact  ?  positions  has  been  on  repeat  for  like  4  days  straight  <3  i’m  c / cely  (  she  +  her  ),  whatever  floats  ur  boat,  i’m  a  23  yr  old  from  the  eastern  tz  who’s  110%  struggling  to  adult  properly,  and  i’m  rlly  not  all  tht  interesting,  so  let’s  move  on  to  The  real  star  here

p.s.  i  promise  i’ll  try  but  9/10  i  am  terrible  at  ims  😔  so  feel  free  to  hmu  on  the  disco  @simp 4 shawn 5ever#1305

chicago’s  very  own  georgia  ‘gigi’  madigan  has  been  spotted  on  madison  avenue  ,  with  a  striking  semblance  to  madelyn  cline  !  you  may  know  them  as  @gigipuffs  or  hitting  the  front  page  of  tmz  as  shamed  child  star  gigi  goes  gaga  on  pedestrian  on  broadway  street  .  according  to  tmz  ,  you  just  had  your  twenty-third  birthday  bash  .  your  chance  of  surviving  new  york  is  uncertain  because  you’re  irascible  ,  but  being  congenial  might  help  you  .  things  that  would  paint  a  better  picture  of  you  would  be  head  held  high  despite  the  sooty  markings  of  a  dirty  neck  ,  deafening  music  blaring  from  a  convertible  speeding  down  residential  streets  ,  cherry  chapstick  on  a  pouting  mouth  .  (  cisfemale  +  she/her    )

stats.

full  name  :  georgia  stormy  madigan.

nickname(s)  :  gigi.

birthdate  :  sometime  in  october  during  ‘97.  

zodiac  :   libra. 

sexuality  :  bisexual / biromantic.

hometown  :  born  in  dallas,  texas  but  moved  to  chicago  at  age  5  when  her  mother  remarried,  then  eventually,  nyc  at  16  after  her  step-father  received  a  huge  job  offer.

father  :  sullivan  “sully”  madigan--  retired  soccer  player  &  hall  of  famer.  now,  currently  lives  in  honolulu,  hawaii.  gigi’s  best  friend.  she  goes  to  him  often  to  either  whine  about  her  family,  or  laze  in  the  sun.  leads  a  normal,  modest  life  with  a  new  family.  mellow  &  altruistic. 

mother  :  gwendolyn  mayfair--  talk  show  co-host  (  the  view  reimagined  ).  was  miss  texas  in  ‘84,  then  miss  america  in  ‘86.  ambitious,  but  superficial  &  overbearing.

step-father  :  michael  mayfair--  sports  commentator.  basically,  sukie’s  second  father  as  he  married  gwendolyn  while  gigi  was  still  young,  therefore,  was  instrumental  in  raising  her.  was  once  sully’s  biggest  fan,  then  stole  sully’s  wife.  funny,  but  flighty  &  unreliable.

siblings  :  riley  mayfair--  half-sister.  4  years  old.  if  it  was  still  a  thing,  you’d  without  a  doubt  catch  her  on  a  toddlers  &  tiaras  episode.  keith  madigan--  brother.  27  years  old.  currently  serving  life  in  prison  for  3  counts  of  manslaughter.  a  painful  detail  the  family  doesn’t  talk  about.  it  always  makes  gwendolyn  cry.  it  makes  georgia’s  blood  boil.

occupation  :  host  of  one  of  the  most  popular  podcasts  in  america.

traits  :  -  irascible,  sardonic,  skeptical,  flippant,  scatterbrained,  tactless,  insubordinate.      +  congenial,  benevolent,  resilient,  individualistic,  waggish,  uninhibited,  candid.

character  inspo  :  pinterest.  viola  hastings  (  she’s  the  man  ),  maeve  wiley  (  sex  education  ),  miley  cyrus / ashley  o  (  black  mirror  ),  alyssa  (  end  of  the  fucking  world  ).

* 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞  :  georgia  madigan’s  most  scandalous  articles

sully  madigan’s  problem  child  throws  tantrum  on  set.

“  i  know  madigan.  nice  guy.  but  that  daughter  of  his  is  out  of  control  !  ”  director  leopold  lincoln  recounts  georgia  madigan’s  horrific  attitude.

racy  photos  of  nearly  nude  georgia  madigan  leaked  !

mental  breakdown  ?  georgia  madigan  attacks  paparazzi  !

meltdown  madigan  at  it  again  !  georgia’s  meltdown  with  boyfriend  caught  on  tape  !

disney  axes  contract  with  georgia  madigan.  is  this  the  end  for  the  child  star ?

ex  disney  star’s  fall  from  grace  *  tmz  image  of  a  19  year  old  georgia  on  her  hands  &  knees  vomiting  outside  of  a  nightclub  * 

why  no  one  in  hollywood  wants  to  work  with  georgia  madigan.

* 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭   𝐢.

when  gwendolyn  first  learned  she  was  with  child,  she  was  ecstatic.  she  prayed  &  prayed  for  a  girl.  she  daydreamed  often  about  what  it  would  be  like  having  a  mini  her;  pictured  her  in  pageants  (  dominating  the  competition  if  she  was  anything  like  mommy  ),  in  ballet,  getting  their  nails  &  hair  done  together  like  close  mommies  &  daughters  do.  

when  she  found  out  she  was  having  a  boy,  she  begrudgingly  accepted  it  as  her  fate,  but  vowed  to  try  again,  already  planning  her  next  pregnancy  while  still  pregnant  with  her  first;  a  child  she'd  name  keith,  &...  she  liked  him  okay.  the  first  born  always  occupies  a  special  place  in  the  heart;  but  she  wanted  a  girl.  keith  would  grow  up  knowing  a  subtle  kind  of  rejection.  the  second  time  gwendolyn  learned  she  was  with  child,  she  was  over  the  moon.  this  time  she  knew  it'd  be  a  girl--  a  psychic  had  told  her  so.  she  didn't  listen  to  anything  else  the  psychic  had  to  say.

* 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭   𝐢𝐢.

georgia  was  her  mother's  perfect  little  doll...  until  she  wasn't.  but  until  then,  she  dressed  her  up,  ensuring  she  only  adorned  pastels,  bought  her  lots  &  lots  of  barbies--  replacing  the  ones  that'd  turn  up  with  their  heads  missing  with  dozens  more--  forced  her  into  hosiery  &  leotards  while  the  child  cried  &  cried  &  cried,  smiled  through  the  embarrassment  when  she'd  sabotage  her  own  performances  at  pageants,  smiled  in  polite  agony,  face  colored  crimson,  when  she'd  pick  georgia  up  from  school  with  her  dresses  covered  in  dirt,  pigtails  lopsided  &  drooping  sadly.  this  wasn't  what  she  pictured  having  a  daughter  would  be  like.  

but  instead  of  letting  up,  letting  georgia  explore  her  own  interests,  she  pressed  on.  her  sights  eventually  set  on  the  silver  screen.  by  6,  georgia  was  crying  on  disney  sets.  by  10,  she  had  no  more  tears  left  to  cry;  &  what  would  be  the  use  anyway  ?  they  never  worked.  by  15,  georgia  was  acting  out  in  a  very  different  way.  her  father  was  gone,  driven  away  across  the  country  &  an  ocean  by  gwendolyn,  her  step-father  mostly  looked  the  other  way,  complicit,  her  brother,  in  prison--  gwendolyn’s  biggest  disappointment  &  heartache.  georgia  was  alone.

* 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭   𝐢𝐢𝐢.

by  16,  georgia  had  been  dropped  by  disney,  &  a  deep  depression  would  befall  her.  when  she  was  younger,  friday  night  lights  used  to  glint  off  of  warm  starry  eyes.  her  father  &  step-father  would  take  her  to  all  the  games  &  teach  her  all  the  happenings  on  the  field  until  they  made  up  their  own  little  game  of  guessing  plays--  up  until  there  came  a  time  when  georgia  would  always  emerge  victorious.  she  dreamed  of  following  in  her  father’s  footsteps  when  she  was  young,  but  now,  it  was  too  late.  her  youth  had  been  wasted,  &  she  felt  utterly  drained.  she  used  to  think  she  had  all  the  time  in  the  world,  but  adulthood  was  rapidly  approaching,  &  all  she  could  do  was  lament  over  all  that  wasted  time.

she  eventually  dug  herself  out,  some  time  an  ocean  away  from  her  mother  doing  her  good,  but  when  she  returned  home,  gwendolyn  had  replaced  her.  this  time,  this  baby  would  be  a  mini  her.  like  her  brother,  georgia  would  come  to  know  a  subtle  kind  of  rejection.

generally  easygoing  &  big-hearted,  over  the  years,  georgia’s  earned  a  bad  reputation  she’s  undeserving  of.  while  she  has  difficulty  controlling  spurs  of  anger,  said  anger  is  never  without  reason,  it’s  simply  exacerbated.  she  doesn’t  take  too  kindly  to  aggressive  authority  figures  or  injustice.  after  she  established  a  podcast  on  youtube  &  spotify  when  she  was  20,  however  (  the  subject  matter  is  some  of  everything;  football,  soccer,  pop  culture,  racy  content,  politics,  think  pieces,  philosophy,  she  even  hosts  people  on  occasion  to  keep  things  fresh  &  exciting  ),  people  were  finally  able  to  get  to  know  the  real  her.

[kidchickpea]

Clear Shell Football Helmet Restoration

 Vintage clear shell helmets are by far my favorite type of collectible helmet. Like most old helmets, however, most of the ones we find are in bad shape. Restoration is much more difficult because you can’t just sand and paint - you have to remove the paint while trying to maintain the transparency of the shell.

Once the paint has been removed, dealing with replacement decals and painting can be just as challenging:

What to use for decals? They have to be applied to the inside of the helmet, before the paint, securely to avoid paint bleeding, and colorful enough to adequately show through the plastic shell.

How to prep the inner surface for paint considering you want the shell to be as clear as possible?

What paint to use?

How to avoid paint bleeding into the decals?

If you mess up any of this once you start painting, the only way to recover is to go back to step one and re-remove the paint and decals...yikes.

Over the last several months I've worked (and reworked) a few 1970s MacGregor helmets. I thought I'd share my experience. Some of this information may be obvious but is included for someone starting with no experience. This is by no means a complete guide, just some of what I have learned.

This work is not for the faint of heart and this information is presented without any guarantee of success. If you don’t want to deal with the heartache and disappointment that can come from trial and error (and almost certainly screwing something up bigtime) then I would recommend sticking with refurbishing regular plastic shell helmets. Those can be challenging enough just getting the paint to look right. But if you really want a reproduction of that sweet helmet worn by the likes of Joe Washington or Hollywood Henderson, without doling out hundreds or thousands of dollars, refurbishing an old clear shell might be worth it.

Paint removal

Always test a small inconspicuous area before trying to do the whole helmet. 

I found that Motsenbocker's Lift Off Paint & Varnish Remover works very well and does not damage the clear plastic shell. I applied it to a 1974 MacGregor that was painted silver and after a few minutes the paint literally peeled right off with no damage to the plastic. The helmet had red horseshoe logos under the paint and that material was actually harder to completely remove. See sanding and polishing info below for the solution.

I also used Motsenbocker's on a helmet that I had repainted with Krylon spray paint. After applying the remover and letting it sit for an hour the paint came off cleanly using a plastic scraper. Again, no damage to the plastic.

I have only done this on a few vintage MacGregor helmets so results may vary if different paints were used originally, if the plastic is in poor condition, etc. I have not tried this on Kelley, Maxpro or any other older clear shells.

If you're going to try Motsenbocker's, the only place I could find it was ordering online from Home Depot. $25 for 64oz. A reseller on Walmart.com has it listed for $100 which shows how hard it is to find. As stated earlier, test it in a small area first.

I also tried CitriStrip Paint & Varnish Stripping Gel and it was more harsh, melting the clear plastic if left on more than a few minutes (similar to nail polish remover). I would not recommend it.

Cleaning up the plastic shell after stripping paint

There will be some residual paint after the Motsenbocker's. I have had success wet sanding with 400 grit to get rid of the residuals. Follow that with wet sanding with 600 grit, then 800, then 1000. Go to 1500 if you like. A spray bottle filled with water is very handy. Also, if you have stubborn paint you can use 100 grit dry to start, followed by 220-320 wet, then 400, etc., and it will clean up OK.

After wet sanding, the shell will be hazy but should be scratch free and smooth. To restore the clear shell I use Novus 7100 Plastic Polish Kit with a cordless drill with foam polishing head. #3 (heavy scratch remover) followed by #2 (fine scratch remover). Polish each step until the material dries up or wears off. Wipe out the residual after each step.

The Novus does a good job but the residue left behind, while invisible, adds to the challenge of painting. You can wash the helmet with Dawn dish soap to remove the residue; however, you will consequently lose some clarity and get some haziness (which is when I redo #2 polishing). Balancing the transparency of the shell vs. having the best surface for painting is challenging. I have applied decals (see below for details) then wiped the exposed inside with rubbing alcohol to prep for paint. I've had mixed results.

Logos and stripes

This step is probably the hardest. One option is to not use decals or vinyl at all - mask off the inside of the helmet and paint logos, stripes and then the shell. This is a viable option but painting scares me enough that I try to only have to do one color, that of the shell, and use decals for logos and stripes.

I purchased Sunnyscopa Waterslide Decal Paper from Amazon. They offer white and clear. White is only useful for white stripes or simple white logos (like Oklahoma). Anything bigger and it's very hard to work with. And of course you can't print on the white because the sticky side has to face outwards.

The clear labels are good for small things printed in black (reversed of course), like the MacGregor or Kelley logo for the back of the helmet. I have not had luck with colors on the clear decal paper, as they do not print with full opacity (washed out). That is not to say it’s impossible - maybe I don’t have the right printer. Also, the larger the decal, the more stretching needed to fit the curve of a helmet. When stretched, the ink widens with the label and you’ll eventually get gaps in the colored areas.

I have heard there are companies that print custom waterslide decals but I have not found been able to find any in my limited Google searches. Sounds expensive (relatively) and it might be hard to find anyone that will print what may be considered copyrighted material.

I have a Silhouette Cameo 4 vinyl cutter and have had some success with Oracal 651 vinyl. However, I have also had some problems with paint bleeding inside the label. I have tried applying vinyl decals with strips of clear waterslide decal paper along the edges to act as a seal against bleeding. This does a good job of preventing bleeding but:

Applying the material along all the edges can be challenging. Depending on the decals there might be a lot of edge to cover. Also, working with larger pieces of the waterslide decal paper is difficult. The edges fold over and it’s very hard to undo that, often forcing you to start with a new piece.

The decal paper keeps the paint from adhering to the plastic because, obviously, it is a layer of material between the paint and the shell. If the waterslide material lifts or is removed, the paint goes with it.

I have also purchased 8 mil white Convex GearWrap (SKU C8155W), which is thicker than Oracal and also seems more adhesive. It is possible to place decals cut in Oracal on the sticky side of the GearWrap, thus using the GearWrap adhesive to hold the decal in place on the helmet. This is an acquired skill however.

Painting

Painting clear, smooth, glossy plastic is definitely a challenge. You want to keep the plastic as clear and smooth as possible so the decals, stripes and paint show through as clearly as possible. But that goes against the normal process of prepping a surface for paint by sanding it.

That said, I have had good success with Krylon Colormaxx paints (labeled for metal, wood, plastic...). Make sure you inside surface is a clean as possible. Try wiping a small area with alcohol. As mentioned, however, you’ll probably get some haziness in the plastic when cleaning it with alcohol. Keep in mind, though, when the paint is applied it seems to “moisten” the surface, thus removing the haze.

Spray several light coats, waiting the recommended minute or two, or even longer, between coats. After several coats, hold the helmet up to a light source and examine the entirety of the inside. If you can see any light showing through the paint, focus subsequent coats on those areas. Interestingly, even if you end up with some light spots, they are not often noticeable in the finished product.

One of the advantages of painting the inside of a helmet is that if you end up with drips they won’t be visible from the outside (unless it’s metallic paint - see below).

If there are spots inside the helmet that are not properly prepped, you might see some patches where the paint “beads”. Like drips, however, this is not as big of an issue as it might seem. Try letting the coat dry for a few minutes and reapply paint. Eventually the patches will be covered. How well the paint has adhered is another story, though. Try to ensure the inner surface is as clean as possible before painting.

Metallic paints present additional challenges and I would recommend avoiding them. If you run into drips or beading, you will most likely see these defects in the finished product. Because of the metal flecks in the paint, if it is not applied evenly the finish will be uneven, and drips will be obvious. Also, if the paint is not mixed (shaken) consistently it will come out of the can in different mixtures, further hosing up the finished product. I don’t know anything about the makeup of different spray paints but I would not be surprised if metallic paints have additional ingredients that don’t mesh will with smooth plastic.

[calypsoff]

Fifteen. Part 4

Making my way back down the stairs, I thought I would leave Chris to it, at times I feel like Chris gets all nervous that I am watching him do things but he seems so excited about the bedroom with that damn fire on, so I left him to it and have come downstairs. I can sit with the family for a while, if he is awake then I will be riding him, but I want him to settle in “here is us thinking you wasn’t going to come down” I laughed pulling the chair out “why is that?” Raising my eyebrow “mhmmm you know why, but is he actually going to bed?” Sitting down smiling, I am smiling because my man is funny in his own way “he is and he had the fire on” the gasps around the table made me laugh “I said the same thing, he is special. To my heart” my brothers look shocked, I don’t blame them because I was too “he’s a different breed, but I want to get to know him” Rorrey leaned over “you do!? You’ve never said that to any of my other boyfriends?” He really hasn’t “I’ve never heard my sister say she wants him to be her husband, I have heard you say love. I see how happy you are, I want to just chill with him without you staring at me, yes I asked about his jail thing but that’s just a talk. But I will” that is different for him “does he know what you got him? For tomorrow” shaking my head “he’s going to be shocked, I said there is something happening. Part one of your birthday but that is all he knows” Noella got up from the chair “baby your bump is so cute!” I spat, I stretched out “let me touch my baby” I reached over “thank you” I touched her bump “I can’t wait for my baby to arrive” I grinned, Noella knows this is my child when it arrives “tell your husband that I will go with him for that walk” she’s right, I need to tell him that “husband?” I giggled like a fool “girl, you are too in love” she walked off.

I laughed shaking my head, my family know how I am feeling because of how much I have been speaking on Chris, I do love him “lift your glass up, come on!” Leandra spat, picking up my wine glass up “this is to Robyn being a homeowner, to being in love, for us being together right now. I love y’all niggas” we clinked glasses “to y’all keeping me sane, I love you all” drinking from the glass “I see big things to come, I can’t believe that your album will be out soon, the tour? Chile, you excited?” I pulled a face “I am but, I am going to be busy, so I want you all to look after my baby, please. Like I want to know my family are there for him because I see him being around for a long time. I mean come on, I have never forgotten him since. So please, all of you here. Please help me with him, please be there for him and please keep him entertained and just get to know him, he is a really nice guy but I need you all to just be nice” I feel like I have been ranting on so much “calm down Robyn, dang. We get it, you about to whoop our asses if we don’t” Rorrey said and he isn’t wrong, I will literally not forgive any of them “you ever think he may just want to be with you for fame? Just a question before you bite” taking a drink before I answered “right, so the way I know Chris is that he is hard headed, if he doesn’t want to do something he won’t. For him to come to New York that time was a lot for him, he has really changed since being locked up because the Chris I met, he was so fun loving and full of life and you know what, I have been seeing this a little. It’s coming out of him but it did change him, he was very doom and gloom but he wouldn’t go through the heartache, trust me. You may see it, we may go back and forth with things” I know my family worries.

I am a little tipsy, I say tipsy, but I am giddy “goodnight baby” Mel kissed my cheek, I cooed out “goodnight, I hope he is awake. I want some dick” Mel and I cackled together “bitch, go away” pushing open my bedroom door laughing, the lights are low, and that fire is on, I swear this nigga is about to annoy me. Closing the door behind me, I sighed out heavily seeing Chris wrapped up in the covers, he is asleep of course “of course he is” I said to myself, let me turn that fire off. I wanted sex but I will let him have that for tonight, it is the first day. Poking my lips out, he is so adorable. He has literally folded his clothes and placed them neatly on the couch I have in the bedroom, I expected him to be a mess, but he isn’t “my baby” I poked my lips out, walking around the bed. Grabbing the remote and turning off the fire, I need to text Chris because I may not be awake and he will, Noella said she will go for the walk with him so that will be nice. I want to wake him, but I can’t, just the peacefulness, he is at peace and so am I. Leaning down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, he was actually tired, I didn’t expect it. I thought he was joking but he is in a deep sleep, not even a flinch when I touched him, I am glad he is here.

I slept like a baby, I woke up just in time to see the sunrise over Hollywood, I got to see it on the balcony. It was amazing, a blunt and that, it was the best. I am so happy, Robyn’ bed felt amazing and then Robyn was snuggling me. I am happy, I don’t want to admit it because I get scared shit will go sideways for me but I am awake early, I came downstairs and poured myself some cereal and now I am ringing Barry, he just text me so I thought I would call him and get it over with “my nigga, you died on us in the group chat” placing the bowl on the table “yo, it’s crazy. I been busy with the in laws, and yeah. Barry, Robyn’ home is amazing, I promise you. I just watched the sunrise over Hollywood, and I feel really happy. I feel relieved I think” nodding my head, I am relieved “they treating you well over there? I said it to TJ, I was like I know Robyn spoiling our boy. Did her parents like you?” I don’t even know how to work the TV on this thing so I will leave it alone “good, her mother asked me a few things, but I told her everything, I said I have a record and I just let it out. Her brothers are cool, they are very nice to me. I am happy, this is really going to be my year, I feel it” Barry cheered “yes!” he spat “I think it’s good to leave your ego at home, it’s good to let go” I feel good within myself “I am glad to hear it, I will tell TJ how you are. He was asking and I said he will call me back when he can. I am happy to hear the family is treating you well, oh and you may or may not want to know but Seiko told TJ to fuck off and she will keep the child” of course she did “you know what, shit doesn’t bother me but tell TJ to just get some sort of custody and don’t play her game. Get a lawyer involved, I am at peace in my life, if I wasn’t then I would be reckless, I would be acting out, but I am happy. I got Robyn and I am in love bro” I grinned “I can tell, so you not angry at him? All forgiven” sitting back on the couch, I jumped seeing this lady, but I think she is the chef, I think so but she waved at me and I waved back, didn’t see her come “I am not, I don’t care for her, but I think he should do it properly. She plays too many games, just tell him he needs to keep her away from me and get a lawyer, get some rights” that is the best way forward with that bitch.

Nobody is awake so I will harass the chef, she seems nice “would you like something to eat?” she asked straight away, that was sweet of her “no thank you, I had cereal. What is your name?” I never asked “Debbie, and you are Chris. Nice to meet you” she seems super busy “likewise, are you always around?” she laughed, I mean was it funny “I am with Rihanna all day every day, I go wherever she goes. I am preparing breakfast for the family” letting out an oh “that is dope, you need help?” I asked “awww no, this is my job. You can take seat if you like?” nodding my head, making my way over to the bar stool “what is it like to be hanging with famous people? Do you think wow?” she is a good person to ask “sometimes, but you get used to it. Hollywood can be a hard place, it can suck you in but if you remain humble and have a good circle, that will never happen. Rihanna is the best; she is a friend to me. She never treats me like a worker but it’s my job to cook for her, but she lets me be comfortable here” nodding my head “morning!” looking over at Noella “hey” I smiled “morning girl, you all ready?” Debbie said “yes, and ready for our walk. I am going to have something small to eat and we can go” she seems in a good mood.

The sun is really blazing down on me, looking up squinting my eyes “let’s go, I really want a Slurpee, I am craving one. I don’t care if it’s early but there is a seven eleven, I would say close but it’s a walk. You are paying though” I chuckled “wow, I didn’t expect me to be paying but thank you. For coming with me, it’s crazy how much greenery is around this home, lot of privacy” placing my hands behind my back as we walked the long drive, there is a long ass drive down to get to Robyn’ place “yes she wanted that, I think the first thing she thought of was privacy. Funny though because Robyn is fine with living hotel to hotel so when she said she is buying this home, mind you it cost twelve million we was shocked, then she called us over to meet you and see the home” I sniggered “man” I laughed to myself “I think it’s my fault, so I kept teasing Robyn. Well not teasing but I kept saying you have no home, where do you want me to stay? Why do you want me to come so that may have been the reason why, my bad” I am an ass at times “don’t be, I think she needed a base. She needs a home; she works so hard. At times I am telling to calm down, but she doesn’t. If you can help her with calming down, then good. I always knew she was destined to be something” nodding my head in agreement “I did too, she loved singing. I would always be her backing singer, I mean that is between me and Robyn, but it was all jokes, but we would be just chilling and singing. Mariah Carey of course” I am such a nerd “when Robyn would call she would say she met a boy, but are you ok with going public?” I blew out air “if I wasn’t serious with Robyn I wouldn’t do it, I know shit will be wild, so you know I am real as fuck. I don’t want any of you to think I am with her for money, it was never that, I know Robyn. Robyn is the woman I can openly say I love but, I need to get used to Rihanna, niggas lusting over her” putting my head down “and they do that, a lot” Noella spat, she isn’t holding back, she knows how these niggas are.

Walking out of seven eleven, I did pay for her Slurpee, I ain’t like that “thank you” she spat as I left the store, looking up with my slurpee in hand. Noella held her slurpee up to her phone poking her lips out “she made a nigga pay” I said in the camera walking by her, she giggled. Turning to her “Robyn won’t be happy you are posting that?” Noella shrugged “I am cropping you out of it” she winked “they won’t know but thank you. For paying anyways, long walk huh? You think we can make it walking back?” I sighed out “uhhh I don’t think so” that was a long walk here “so you going to book a uber?” I chuckled “me!? Again, I swear you costing me” grabbing my phone from my pocket as I turned around walking off slowly, Robyn has text me back. I sent her a morning text because I wouldn’t be there, tapping on her message as I walked off slowly.

Robyn: I love YOU so so so much! You made my morning with that

I grinned tapping on my Uber app “woah!” Noella said behind me, looking behind me “your tee dropped out of your back pocket” letting out on oh “thank you ma’am” taking my tee from her, placing my shoulder, I am tired after the walk and hot too. Drinking from the Slurpee walking slowly “excuse me” looking up from my phone, oh Cali girls are built different “do you know how to get to the boulevard?” she is asking me, her friends are giggling so this is a ploy. Moving the Slurpee back “no ma’am, I am not from around here” she looked me up and down “oh, I can see. You sound very country?” I laughed “Virginia” I answered “I know you birds know where you going? The hell you speaking to him for?” Noella came up from behind me, stepping to the side “oh you got a pregnant girl, oh yeah I am going” Noella side eyed them “move then” she kissed her teeth “them birds know where, they are trying it, anyways. Book this Uber, I am tired” nodding my head, Noella told then. She ran off, but Cali girls are built nice I would say so myself.

I fell onto the couch “you tired!? You asked for a morning walk and now you tired” I groaned out as I laid out, I am tired “I didn’t expect it to be that long, for a pregnant lady you are healthy” she really “well now I have a new baby daddy” I laughed at what happened outside the store, hilarious they though that “no hug, or hi!?” looking at Robyn “I am tired” I grumbled, Robyn pushed my legs down “get up, come” she waved me over “why?” I pulled a face holding my hands up, Robyn leaned down connecting her hands in mine “because I want to show you something, come” she pecked my lips “for me” I sighed out “fine, can you massage my feet” Robyn cackled “you wish, with your sweaty ass feet, come. I am waiting in the dining room” I guess I better get up “if she comes back here she going to grab your ear and drag you up” Noella has got a point, getting up from the couch. Pulling my top down as it rode up “let me see what she wants to show you, we do things as a family now” rubbing my eye as I dragged my feet walking towards the dining room “even sexy time?” I questioned “nigga please” I chuckled, my eyes is so itchy right now “annoying” I mumbled to myself, walking into the dining room “what’s up babe?” I stopped seeing everyone here “uh, did I do something?” this is awkward “son son is waiting for you, go and sit there. It’s waiting” Robyn pointed out “uh, why is everyone here?” I feel nervous now “and recording?” I pointed at Mel “nigga will you hurry up, please” Robyn stomped over to me “you are so hard headed” she grabbed my arm and pulled me along “did I do something?” I am concerned that I did.

I feel nervous now “has Robyn told y’all about this bear?” this is so cringey, she is out here telling everyone this “you gave my baby a bear of your hoodie” ok she has really told her mother this, looking up at Robyn “what is this?” I pointed “son, son has come bringing you a gift in the envelope he is holding” my cheeks are flushed, looking up at Tina as she took a picture of me “you look so scared” she is right I am “are these deeds?” grabbing the black envelope, I sighed out not knowing what to really expect “remember when I spoke to you last night, that this is part of your birthday? Well here you are, just look” Robyn placed her hand on my back, nodding my head as I ripped open the envelope “I am scared, y’all scaring me not going to lie” looking into the envelope “is these tickets? Is it for the tour” pulling them out both out, she is giving me tickets to her tour now. Squinting my eyes reading it “LA Lakers and New York Knicks” scanning the ticket “courtside!?” I shouted looking up at Robyn “happy early birthday?” she said, I gasped “no way” I shot up, she has got me courtside to the Lakers game “you being real?” I said, she nodded her head. Looking down at the ticket’s “man” placing the tickets on the table turning around “oh man” placing my hands over my face, I am in shock. Placing my hand over my chest as I turned to her “I know you love Lakers” I am in shock “you got a nigga speechless, Lakers? Courtside!?” my mind is blown “I love you so much!” I spat, walking to her as I hugged her “thank you!” I spat, I feel emotional “I am having to hold back tears, nobody has done this for me” kissing her shoulder, moving back from the hug “you and sis about to be public at the Lakers game!” Rorrey spat, I am shook. He dapped me, looking at the tickets on the table “fuck! I am really going to see the Lakers play!?” I spat; I am in shock. I wasn’t expecting that at all, she got me good “man, you got me good. I don’t deserve this, we going tonight?” I can’t believe it; I am shook.

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Welcome to the Jungle//Chapter 1

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Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games

I walk into work and the music is deafening. Some glam metal song is playing over the speakers while gorgeous blondes dance around a pole, entertaining married men that get way too handsy for someone that has a wife and kids at home. Shaking my head, I head straight into the back to get myself clocked in and into the ridiculous outfit they want me to wear as a bartender.

Once I’m into my blue lingerie, I tousle my hair and put on some deep red lipstick. I make sure the girls are on show as I give myself another once over. Pleased with my look, I slip into my ten inch stilettos and head into the club and straight to the bar. “It’s about damn time you got here!” A familiar blond exclaims as I near him and his bandmates. “I was beginning to think Sharise was lying to us.” “Hey Vinne.” I chuckle before leaning over and kissing his cheek before planting one on his nearest bandmate which so happened to be Nikki. Since I started working at Deja Vu three years ago, these boys have been regulars of mine. They always treat me well so I let them get away with a ton of shit. “How’s our favorite Runaway?” Nikki asks me as I prepare their usual. “How have you been?” “I practically live here Sixx.” I joke. “So just peachy. How’s the life of a rockstar?” “It has it’s perks.” A smirk forms on Nikki’s lips. “We’re getting ready to head out on tour in a couple months. So that’s always exciting.” “Who are you touring with?” I ask, only half interested in the response. I’m busy filling their stupid amount of tequila shots order. “They’re newest on the scene,” he starts. “Their name is Guns N Roses. They just came out with their first full length CD.” “Appetite for Destruction, right?” “You heard of them?” Nikki raises an eyebrow. “Roommate has been obsessed with Axl Rose since his days in Hollywood Rose.” I chuckle. “She’s been playing this shit on repeat since it was released.” “They’re actually meeting us here.” Tommy informs me. “They’re actually pretty cool. You’d love them. You should hang with us.” “I’m working Tommy baby.” I chuckle at the drummer. “But since you think I’ll like them, I’ll sneak in the VIP room shortly.” “Bye Lexi!” Vince leans over and kisses my cheek, followed by Nikki. Then off they went, with their tequila shots, into the VIP room with Mick and Tommy trekking behind them. I pick up the 100 dollar bill on the counter and shove it into my bra as my coworker, Tara, walks over. “What I’d give to be young and perky again.” She gives a nostalgic sigh. “They never look at me like they way they look at you. Then again, they can tell you're barely legal.” “Or maybe they like dealing with me because I’m not trying to get into their pants?” I counter, narrowing my eyes at her. The older woman scoffs. “You’re an idiot if you don’t want to sleep with Vince Neil or Nikki Sixx.” “I don’t see the appeal of fucking a rockstar.” I shrug. “They’re only going to leave you in the end.” “And that’s what makes them perfect.” A smirk forms on her lips. “No strings attached, it’s the best kind of sex ever. You’ll figure that out sooner or later, baby girl. Heartache is overrated.” I roll my eyes before walking to the other end of the bar to fill an order of some pervy looking business man. I hate working shifts with Tara. ** “Look at the hotties that just walked into the VIP room!” Tara whistles. I look up and the only one I see is a tall, light skinned man with curly dark hair and a top hat. His eyes are covered by aviators and he’s wearing leather pants, a leather jacket with no shirt underneath. And the man I’m staring at, is staring right back at me. “Of course he’s staring at you..” Tara scoffs. “If you want him, you can have him.” I roll my eyes before returning to the glasses I’ve been cleaning. “I’m not interested in being a groupie. He may be hot but I don’t fuck rockstars.” “Your loss is my gain.” With a smirk, Tara leaves me alone and heads to the VIP room. Before entering, she turns around and adjusts her boobs and smirks at me. Rolling my eyes I turn away as she walks in. I’ll never understand everyone’s fascination with bedding a rockstar.