#imagine they were in the middle of producing a legally blonde show when he found out about the demon prosecutor

[eighteenthofoctober]

Phoenix being a theater kid is so funny like we can assume it's canon that he knows legally blonde right

[messenoirehq-blog]

name: aaron pleskis

age: 35

preferred pronouns / gender: cisgender male, he/him

sexuality: pansexual

faceclaim: alberto guerra

label: the halcyon ™

occupation: drummer for Kill Lolilta

neighborhood of residence: manhattan (lower east side)

written by: admin ash

AESTHETIC

nights bleeding into mornings, an abandoned piss bottle on your floorboard, flickering red lights from the stage, always standing behind a curtain, neon lights against a diner’s window, beat up checkered Vans

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings below: death, drug overdose mention, rape mention

PAST

Aaron grew up in Minneapolis his entire life. He was an only child, falling in the footstep of his father every morning. He would always spend time at the neighbors while his father worked two jobs to support their apartment. With the lack of supervision, Aaron kept track of his own schedule. He learned from an early age to wake up before his father did and prepare breakfast. He was always a step ahead simply because it felt better to be. In return, his father took out a loan to pluck up a set of drums on Aaron’s fourteenth birthday. Though it started as a simple obsession for middle school band, it extended as an entry point for his dive into the punk scene. He thrived in the underbelly of the night life. His father was too busy to keep track of where Aaron was at all times. And besides, it was the nineties. He crushed his worn out chucks and denim flair before hanging around the local bands. He started out as a groupie, wanting to desperately have some in with any of the bands that gave him a chance.

His first in was through Kendall, a bombshell blonde that dated Plath Sides’ lead singer. In turn of free lessons, Aaron mistakenly fell too hard for the blonde. Brief lessons turned into two teenagers too high on hormones to forget the set of drums between them. Sides never took off in the local scene, crashing as soon as the lead caught onto Ken’s cheating. The two were impossible to displace for a better part of his teens.

Washable was an once in a lifetime experience. Aaron was the last to join the group, twitching his fingers in line with other auditions. His only perception of a band was sitting in the back of his parent’s garage while one of the neighborhood kids screamed into the mic. He was able to blend easily into the music scene in Minneapolis. He knew where all the punk shows were. They were always the best places to drink underage and get high beyond belief. After all, a little bit made the crunch of a fist against his shoulder less painful. It was a small chance the band would pick him, and they did. The next year was a whirl between learning new sets, writing, and connecting with the band. He got along easier with the lead, Lee and the bassist, Jake. The two seemed to come in a package when it concerned friendship. He took on a lead role within only a few months of playing with the band. After another set in a near packed bar, Oliver Fink from Hollywood Records approached the band with an offer to sign. It was a fool’s choice to refuse.

After they signed up, Aaron’s life lifted from the slow drawl of Minnesota to the Californian sun. Kendall followed. Their relationship took a strain as soon as he dived into studio. Their high school sweetheart was filled with a string of on-and-off fights and makeups. He plunged into a sea of liquor and half empty cartons of Marlboro Reds. A love for music soon turned clinical. Washable was gaining more recognition and eventually a song on Billboard’s Top 100. Their first EP was something raw. Everything else felt dulled once a better part of the band sunk into the highs of touring. Aaron wasn’t sure how he was placed in the position of caring, but he remained there. He was always the one to hold Lee’s tangled hair while he was neck deep in the venue’s toilet. It was clear once their third album topped charts that Lee was slipping under the pressure.

He self medicated with any sort of substance imaginable. He would show up to recordings high. It didn’t make it better that nothing would help. Lee wouldn’t listen to his pleas. He’d all, but throw it back in their attempt at helping him. Some people didn’t want help. It didn’t take until the next relapse that Aaron realized his mistake of loosening his eye on Lee. In 2009, Lee was found dead at the scene of a party. His death was listed as an overdose and another addict’s story vibrated through the media. Their fourth album dropped shortly after Lee’s death, undoubtedly becoming their highest selling one. People wanted to make meaning from tragedy.

Washable disbanded shortly after Lee’s passing. No one wanted to be around. Jeremy took his ego and stepped up to be a lead in his own band. With little chance to turn, he followed shortly behind Jeremy. One of the bands they toured with offered him a slot once they lost their drummer. He slipped easily from the skin of Washable to a harder scene with Kill Lolita. He signed with Fearless Records shortly after the band’s second album. His fame, although minor in comparison, blossomed. He got used to the life of touring through his late twenties. He gave up the idea of having a family and settling down. At every opportunity, it paled in comparison to producing music.  

PRESENT

Aaron recently settled down in New York in the last year. It only made sense to settle in one of the larger music capitals. He found a tight place in Manhattan that suited all of his needs. He never really found the necessity of keeping an apartment other than in Los Angeles. Now, he wanted a change of scenery. Maybe, he wanted a change of faces. Tensions were growing high in the band. The last tour fractured once one of the lead guitarist was accused of messing around with underaged girls. The accusations weren’t wrong, but the label wanted to save face rather than drop the member. It split the band in the decision. Lance wanted to protect his friend, which only drove them further from concentrating on their music.

So, the band was on a hiatus while they figure out the legality or rather – if they still want to play together.  

PERSONALITY

+ empathetic, dexterous, sagacious

- cynical, brazen, erratic