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livthechoochieslayer · 4 months ago

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When two people meet in an unexpected way, love is usually not something that comes out of it.

Story warnings: Nothing crazy, mostly fluff but the end does feature 5k words of smut. HA.

Summary/intro: When Lia went on a girls trip New York, she never thought writing her phone number on a bathroom wall would lead to a relationship, let alone meeting a man she has only seen on camera. Dominic would have never imagined he would be catching an airplane across the country for a girl, especially one he has never met.

Chapter TWS: self pity lol

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Link for part 1

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He can’t stop replaying the entire scenario in his mind. He crumbled when he heard her voice crack, knowing she started to cry. It was the worst thing he could have said, and he knows it just made her day worse than it already was. He’s itching to apologize, but doesn’t know how to and, well, even if he wanted to, he can’t since she won’t answer the damn phone.

3,000 miles away, Lias sits on her bed, glaring at the small little blue rectangle that’s flipped upside down on her sunset bed.

He knows how much she hates when he does that, and he did it even after she told him not to! Everything seems to settle and hit her then, her few tears turning into a downpour. The familiar ache in her chest that was already forming half way through their call, and only got worse as it went on became too heavy.

She cries because she feels violated, cries because her day has been so tiring, cries because all she wanted from Dominic was comfort and she got judgment instead. She understands that he means well, but she already figured it out and told Jack, her boss, about the situation.

Jack made sure to contact the local police and banned Tim as well as some of his friends from the restaurant permanently. Sometimes it just feels like Dominic thinks she can’t protect herself or think on her own. She can do both, and can do them without anyone's help.

Maybe if she sleeps she would feel better, but that’s not what she wants to do. She sits in her bed, tears stinging her eyes, and chest tightening, letting all the emotions run through her to get rid of them.

She groans angrily remembering what Dominic said, trying to smear the tears off her cheeks with her purple painted nails. They had been such a drama-free couple since the start, never having problems, so this felt like a big deal to her and hopefully to Dominic as well.

She’s keen to keep him silenced until morning and if she doesn’t see any texts of apologies or begs for forgiveness, she is genuinely going to lose her shit.

There is no way she is going to date someone that thinks he was in the right in this situation or has things to share when she firmly says she doesn’t want them. She wants to scream or punch something to ease her emotions, but all she can do is cry.

Lia goes to brush her teeth in the dark, not wanting to even catch a glance of herself in the mirror. She snatches Sunni from the couch in the living room and pets her as she walks them into her comforting bedroom.

“It’s bedtime.” She states, turning off her light, plugging in her phone, and throwing the warm comforter over herself as well as her cat.

She kisses Sunni’s head and holds her close, listening to her purr as she slips off into sleep with a stuffy nose and puffy eyes. Lia was mentally and physically exhausted from the day, needing every bit of peace she could get.

Plus, she has a big day tomorrow, but doesn’t know it yet.

3AM NEW YORK

His mind is awake, unable to shut off. He’s replaying and rethinking the earlier events, angrily shoving his face into one of his many silk pillows.

‘Goddammit,’ he thinks. He’s supposed to be dying from excitement right now, 4 hours away ‘til his 7 hour flight to PDX and a simple 45 minute drive to his girlfriend’s house.

If he did all the calculations correctly, he should get there around 6 pm her time, and Lia won’t be off work till 7, so that gives him an hour to explore the town she calls home.

He decides he’s been tossing and turning in bed for too long now. Might as well get up and start getting ready for his, give or take, 8 hours of travel, right?

Peanut his beloved goldfish won’t be left alone while Dominic is on his trip since his best friend, Ryan, will be staying in his apartment for the 2 weeks he won’t be here.

Dominic thinks about how he is going to miss Peanut as he feeds him an early breakfast, sprinkling the food down into the dark water like stars splattered in the sky.

Dominic twists the top of Peanut’s food closed, looking out the bay window that stretches almost the whole wall in his beloved bedroom. He peers down to the streets and even at 3 in the morning, the roads aren’t abandoned. He studies the cars for a few minutes, watching where they go and even catches glimpses of flashing police lights as they color the buildings.

He sighs and closes his eyes. He just needs to see Lia in person, and then he can figure everything out from there.

Dominic walks away from his window and goes to take a quick shower, wanting the bad memories to wash down the drain, only if the silence lasts for a couple hours.

By the time he gets to the airport, the sun has woken and he watches the busy people doing busy things with the limited space they have.

Some are in work clothes, quietly speaking into their phones with a passion Dominic doesn’t understand, while others are walking with purpose to their gates, suitcases close to their bodies.

His hood is up, and he’s slouching in his chair feeling bad for himself. His headphones are in, and he’s tapping out the beat of the song on his phone he holds in his hands.

He has his glasses off, tucked away in his backpack so everything is slightly blurry which calms him. Things don’t matter if they are blurry so, in theory, nothing matters in this airport at the moment. He likes the peace of not being able to see all the details on people’s faces. He can’t hear their voices or see their expressions well and it’s like a blanket covering the world for him, keeping him safe from everyone.

He often feels untouchable when he does this, not in a way that makes him feel big or powerful, but in a way he feels safe, like no one can disturb him. Of course, he can be disturbed very easily, but putting headphones on and taking his glasses off feels like he falls into a haze of a pure silent and blurred world.

The only thing that this method of calming can't do is shut up his thoughts.

The plane should be boarding very soon, and Dominic can’t seem to decide if he should be terrified for the day ahead or be extremely thrilled. He’s feeling both, plus a splitting headache of course, created by his pitiful situation and maybe, his lack of wearing glasses.

He vaguely hears his flight number get called and stands up on instinct, walking to the boarding door slowly, placing his glasses back on his nose. There’s no rush, he thinks as people are quickly making their way over, cutting in front of one another. He would rather be last on the plane so he doesn’t have to sit there for any longer than necessary.

Dominic belongs to the majority of people who hate flying, but instead of hating it for the fact that airplanes violently shake in the air, he hates it for the memories it brings.

He would go on tour with his dad 8 months of the year when he was a kid, and it caused him to feel like he didn’t belong. He barely had any friends, didn’t have a house, a city or state to call his own. He didn't feel comfortable anywhere or connected to anything for years which caused him to grow up lonely and constantly uneasy.

For his 20th birthday, all Dominic wanted was an apartment far away from his parents that he could call his own and never have to leave. His dad granted his wish as a way to apologize for his childhood, but it wasn’t very meaningful.

A letter was slipped under his college dorm room door the night of his birthday and it had all the financial paperwork for a high rise apartment in Manhattan.

Ever since he’s lived there he’s loved it, but the idea that it’s his fathers way of apologizing has always irked him. So, he’s been saving up enough money to buy it from his dad for years now, and once he gets back from his trip, it’s the first thing he’s going to do.

“Boarding pass, please.” The lady in a navy shirt and skirt uniform spoke warmly to Dominic. He fumbles, forgetting where he is for a moment, and quickly pulls out his phone to give her.

She scans the barcode and smiles, waving her hand as a sign to move forward. He gives a small smile back, walking down the blank cream hallway to the plane door.

He's never had the idea to go and visit Lia to be honest. It was only a dream for Lia to visit him since her finances aren’t as stable as Dominic’s. While receiving a little over minimum wage at the diner is enough for just her and her cat's needs, it’s not enough for her moms needs or for saving. Her tips help out with her mother, but the remainder of them immediately go to her car fund.

While it would be fun to go, she’s had no financial opportunities to even think of visiting New York again.

The first time was lucky when her old California friend paid for everything. 4 girls were invited to her birthday bash and the birthday girl, Erika, was nice (and rich enough,) to fly them all out just because she wanted her 19th birthday in New York.

For Dominic, the chance was never there because his work has always been extensive, and his company rarely gives out long vacation breaks. He just recently got moved to a position that allows him to be able to almost work full time outside the office.

When Dominic learned about this position and the possibilities of less time spent at work, he immediately took the deal. Once everything was signed, he booked a flight and date to see Lia.

It was almost instinctual when he did it, there wasn’t even another thought in his brain. Dominic just did it, no second guessing himself or worrying about how it could go wrong.

He doesn't regret it at all now as he stares at the lady in the middle row of the plane giving her flight safety speech. He’s happy that he did it even if Lia wants to cut off his balls right now. The lady in the navy blue slowly fades out of his vision, and he falls asleep feeling the slight rumble of the plane’s take off.

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crazy stuff!!!!!!!!!

#oneshot #shortstory #cute #Originalcharecters #fxm #mxf #cool #newyork #oregon #plslike #socool #smut #505 #song #arctic monkeys #lia #dominic #story

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blueberry-beanie · 1 year ago

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Bastille at Stadtpark Open Air in Hamburg | 01.08.2023

A little story about my trip to see Bastille and a very rainy time in Hamburg and my former home city. The text is divided into sections to make skipping to the concert easier.

The Journey

The last time I was at a concert at the Stadtpark Open Air in Hamburg it was really hot and sunny. We were baking in the queue for hours and I was lucky not to come home completely sunburned. This time, however, it was pouring. Buckets. Almost the entire time.

I have to admit that my enthusiasm to pack my bags and board the 8:30am train to Hamburg was kept within reasonable limits. The journey was actually pleasant though. I passed time by listening to Max Uthoff's CD Gegendarstellung as well as some interviews with him and Claus. The one hour break in Berlin due to a delayed train was actually good because I could buy a much needed rain cape and had lunch at the Vapiano there.

When I finally reached Hamburg it felt like I've come home. Everything is so familiar. The U3 I had to take to the hostel is also the line I used to take twice a week to get to Hamburg Media School for classes. I discovered that the hostel was nearby Knust and Uebel & Gefährlich (that huge grey concrete bunker) where I've seen Inhaler and White Lies last year in spring.

The hostel itself was small and nice enough, except for having sockets only on top of the wardrobe and next to the trash bin and no hooks on the wall at all. Happens when you're broke and get the cheapest accommodations, I guess. My roommates were a permanently absent party guy (who would come in at night saying "oh fuck" and then fall into bed and snore) and two Danish friends from Copenhagen. They were nice enough, although a bit loud and messy.

I gathered my stuff and made my way back to the U3 to get to the venue. As I discovered, that was my mistake because I accidentally got out at the station on the opposite side of the park. While walking I met two local girls who didn't seem too keen to make another concert acquaintance, so we eventually parted ways and I went through the rose garden to the left side entrance.

Queueing and Support Act

It was shortly before 5pm and there were already more than 100 people. Bastille started sound checking and we heard Overjoyed and Good Grief. Then they separated the lines and I got sorted into the "cloak room" queue because of my umbrella. That was my luck because this line was much shorter.

However it started pouring shortly before 6pm just when we had to hand over our umbrellas. I ran - no, carefully walked - through the muddy field to the left side of the stage and got to the front row, although on the very edge of it. No time to ponder though, I frantically put on my rain cape to not get entirely soaked and offered my spare to the girl to my right who only had a jeans jacket.

I was really far from the center and the stage this time and honestly didn't expect to have a great view. The stage in this venue is very odd. It has a small catwalk in the center and the front row is a double-curved line with a weird grassy breaker in the middle. An envelope was passed around, containing many little fanmade booklets with the lyrics to These Streets. It is very cute and sadly it has a few spots from the rain now. The support act, anaïs, was quite awkward and I honestly did not like her that much. She had a whispery voice and tried hard to engage the crowd, although most people did not seem to feel it. She premiered a new song for us and that was the best of the bunch. I was happy when it was over though. Then it was already time for the roadies to come back and get the stage ready for Bastille. The sun came out and it actually stayed dry from now on, which was a blessing given the rainy weather.

The Concert

Then shortly before 8pm it was finally time for Bastille. They started an intro with something on the screen I couldn't really see. These were snippets from their tours and funny stories. They would be played regularly as interludes, but I can't really comment on them because I couldn't see the screen. And then the band walked onstage, with Dan being the last one to appear. He actually wore funny sun glasses and as it appears he had an endless stash of jackets to change into as well.

They proceeded to play the entirety of Bad Blood in full, divided by these video interludes and Dan talking to us a little bit. At some point he commented on the extraordinary location. "I feel like I'm kind of in Hobbiton. Or in someone's garden. This is the first time we've ever played a tea party. It feels like a tea party, apart from you guys. We've never had a hedge in the crowd before," he said, referring to the high hedge fencing off the venue from the rest of the park.

I really enjoyed hearing all these songs I knew since I was 15 and remembered how half of our class went crazy for bastille and the girls gathered to go to their concert together. I didn't go, my parents wouldn't have allowed it. But I did borrow my friend's Bad Blood CD and have kept these songs ever since. The band sounded amazing live and I was surprised how good Dan's live vocals are! Very close to the recording, he is a great singer.

They had a huge platform onstage that was made to look rusty. It didn't only have space for the drum kit but also for the two background vocalists, two Black women whose names I sadly didn't quite catch. But they were amazing as hell and sometimes came to the front to engage with us. One of them sang together with Dan on the catwalk. Truly awesome singers. Dan sometimes disappeared on top of that platform to sing or to walk on some sort of treadmill that was installed there.

Their drummer Woody on the first glance reminded me a bit of EE's Pete, but that is probably because of the long hair. He came to us later during a song called "The Draw" to get us all to show our hands and make the Bastille triangle shape. He also threw some drumsticks to fans and everyone seems to really love that guy! Their guitarist sometimes went absolutely wild with it to the crowd's delight. I did not see quite as much of Will, the bassist, but he also did a great job and for one song came to the catwalk to show off and be overall awesome.

Dan was crazy enough to go straight into the crowd at two occasions, apologising to us because it was so slippery. He did not come close to us though and explained he didn't want to be directly in front of the speakers to avoid possible feedback. At some point he took a fans phone and they had a sign explaining something about a friend who couldn't be there. So Dan recorded a short video with greetings for him.

They actually did play a lot of songs I don't know after finishing with the album, but that didn't mean I did not enjoy them. They were cool and just made for jumping and dancing. The two girls behind me, Jacky and Corinna, were jumping together with me and we had an overall great time singing and dancing.

Overall just an amazing band it seems, I would definitely want to see them again and at a venue with a better view so I can see more of what is going on! Looking at the photos my camera with its super zoom surely saw more than me! Once again I was the crazy person with a handbag full of prisms. I was trying to take good shots from an angle no photographer would ever go to because it is so shitty. At this point a big shoutout to @flamingplay for providing me with a new wonderful triangular prism after I broke the last one at the Foals concert in Amsterdam. It is wonderful for the daytime and I could use it to reflect the famed hedge right onto the stage to Dan.

The concert ended somewhat abruptly with them just waving and leaving. We stood confused for a minute until the roadies arrived and started disassembling everything. Jacky, Corinna and me took a few photos and then decided to head to the overcrowded merch stand on the opposite entrance. I thought they might have a few CDs or posters but there were only t-shirts which were too expensive for me. We parted outside with them going to the S-Bahn and me going to get my umbrella.

On my way I realised there was a small crowd waiting at the tour bus and decided to join them later. The park was pitch dark and I called N to tell her about the concert. I waited a little while at the bus, watching the roadies loading in the trucks, but we only saw Woody once and nobody came to say hi to the fans. Some fans were clever enough to manage to order food right to where they were waiting? The marvels of modern day food delivery... It was getting late by now, so I decided to join two girls, Luisa and Christina, who were also catching the U3 in the Direction of St. Pauli. We had some nice conversations about concerts and about the crazy Coldplay ticket sale. Then we parted and I went back to my hostel.

A Visit to My Home Town

After a rather short night I got my aching grandma self out of the hostel at 10am, just early enough to catch the train to my old home tome I used to live in for five years.. Although I've been in my new town for almost an entire year now, it still feels like coming home every time. Everything in me relaxes and it seems like I could just get my keys out and go back to my old flat to eat some warm bread from my favourite bakery and fresh cucumbers from the market. Everything sounds, looks and smells familiar. Maybe one day I can come back. I love this town very much.

I met up shortly after 12 with Vamsi, my former flat mate. We went to the market to get some cucumbers and a tray of raspberries and then walked to his new flat (he was made to leave our previous one because they wanted to renovate it, presumably to rent it out for the double price after). His new flat is gorgeous, with a beautiful kitchen and a large balcony looking over the town and with the church tower in view. Once we arrived it started raining ceaselessly. We made an Indian dish, drank some lemonade and played a game.

In the evening we decided it is time to go out despite of the rain. Afterall I wanted to see some of my beloved town. We ended up finding a present for my now-flatmate and friend Maja's birthday: A little travel journal for her upcoming semester abroad in Manchester. Then we kept wandering around until it was time for me to catch a train back to Hamburg. Deutsche Bahn decided it is not necessary to announce that a train is 10 minutes late and to tell us to which platform it would arrive... Vamsi and I hugged and parted ways. Back in Hamburg I got out my old grandma personality again and stayed at the hostel on a call with N while the others were out partying. Honestly, how do they do it... after two days I was already so so tired.

Last Day in Hamburg and Travelling Home

On the last day Hamburg decided to show me some mercy and it rained a little less. I packed my heavy bags and headed to the Speicherstadt, which I somehow have never been to before. It is right where the famous Elbphilharmonie is situated, but I did not go there. Instead I visited the tiny little Speicherstadtmuseum which deals with the history of the ware house district, how and why it was built, the people that worked there and the goods that were stored in here. It was very interesting and kept me dry from one of the frequent rain showers.

After that I briefly thought about visiting the nearby Zollmuseum, but then I came by the entrance of a spice museum with a spice shop. I didn't want to pay the entrance fee to the museum so I wandered through the extensive spice shop. Vamsi inspired me to get some (mild) curry powder and I got a vegetable roast mixture as well as some greek herbs.

Then it was already time to walk into the direction of the Hauptbahnhof as my train would depart half past two already. A quick stop at a shop and some cheap Asian noodles later I was already in the train home. This time the journey went as planned and I arrived back half past eight in the evening to a surprisingly warm and dry weather, thank the lord...

Dear Hamburg, it has been a wonderful time back home. Just a tiny suggestion: Don't pour a month worth of rain on me in the matter of three days please. Anyways... would definitely do it again.

#bastille #dan smith #bastille hamburg #my photo #my concerts

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hellizens · 2 years ago

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An Intro to Passive-Aggression by Mordecai

"To the two demons that kept me up all night by singing and screaming on their balcony: thank you for your epic performance. Your terrace faces 115 windows, so you really did have the perfect stage. I'm sure you're keen to hear my verdict.

"2:23 AM: 'Pinball Wizard' by The Who. Terrible. 3 out of 10. Your performance of this would cause the band more shame than Pete Townsend's liberal attitude.

"3:14 AM: 'Walk This Way' by Aerosmith (Run-DMC version). The lowest point of the performance. 1 out of 10. I hate this song. For me, it's always covered in the shadows of 'Dude Looks Like A Lady'. However, it's catchy. So catchy that 'Walk This Way' became your catchphrase of the evening, repeated every 10 minutes or so. It literally got funnier every time.

"8:20 AM: 'Tiny Dancer' by Elton John. Actually very good. 7 out of 10. I've said it before: if you're going to be woken up after 2 hours sleep, it might as well be to a herd of morons screaming 'Tiny Dancer'.

"9:10 AM: 'Friday I'm In Love' by The Cure. A return to poor form. 2 out of 10. You sang the opening line: 'I don't care if Monday's blue' with supreme confidence. Judging by how wired you all looked by this stage, I can assure you Monday through to Thursday will be very, very blue.

"As the song ended, one of you look out over our courtyard and hugged the other. You gestured to the beautiful sunny morning and gave a little smile that said to the world: 'Yes, we absolutely nailed that.'

"I hate you."

#( muse: mordecai )#(( Saw a photo in a lineup of passive-aggressive notes left for other people. Had to give it to Mordecai. ))

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plungermusic · 1 year ago

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“It’s Bluegrass, Jim… but not as we know it!”

Bluegrass, New Grass, Jamgrass … C&Ngrass? Plunger don’t profess to be authorities on the genre, although we know a bit, from Scruggs & Flatt through Sam Bush, to Bela Fleck and on to Greensky Bluegrass… and now Low Lily.

Low Lily alumna Liz Simmons’ solo effort Poets really caught Plunger’s ear back in 2021, so we were interested to hear the band’s latest release Angels In The Wreckage. While Poets zips around genres like a pond-skater on acid - and very pleasingly so - Angels In The Wreckage is by and large a more cohesive affair, plying a steadier course through the waters of bluegrass and traditional roots music (albeit with scenic route diversions via the West Coast.)

Keeping true to the ‘his turn, your turn, my turn’ at the mic of old time bluegrass, the fourteen tracks alternate by songwriter and vocal lead, which subtly alters the feel and emphasis while maintaining the overall vibe, and at least half of the fourteen feature an echt 1-2 bass-and-drum pulse, in a very tasteful, understated upright-and-brushes way (from multi-tasking producer Dirk Powell and Stefan Amidon respectively) not “Techno! Techno! Techno!” or riotous rockablilly style…

Epitomising the rootsier, more ‘trad', vibes are the bustling brush-driven badlands two-step Aren’t I Good Enough, with Liz Simmon’s high, plaintive lead vocal counterpointed by Natalie Padilla’s fiddle and a low-harmony-underpinned chorus, while Liz and Natalie swap dextrous mini-solos towards the close; and Long Distance Love’s bouncy commentary on the woes of modern life has a conversely Old Timey feel - in Flynn Cohen’s lead vox, the harmonies, and the rustic-edged fiddle. Flynn’s own instrumental Keep The Pachysandra Flying is a shotgun-shack-meets-Bagpuss reel: a filigree mandolin opening (later joined by fiddle, guitar and bass) conjure celtic/Appalachian overtones; Natalie’s fiddle takes a turn with the melody before harmonising with the mandolin in a raucous hoedown crescendo to the finish.

Hints of West Coast influences come in the Laurel Canyon-y rework of Shawn Colvin’s hit Round Of Blues, with Liz’s airy vocal, delicate harmonies and a poppy middle-eight-cum-chorus; and in the breezy backwoods backporch two-step of Where We Belong, with somewhat Dead-ish timing and chordal progressions, and lovely Crosby, Nash and, erm, Nash three-part harmonies, while the mountainside hillbilly banjo and vox of the traditional sounding minor key Up On A Rock is punctuated by a very Nashesque sunny major chorus (and some very fine guitar/fiddle interplay between Flynn and Natalie). Peak Crosby & Nash comes in Lonely (probably Plunger’s favourite track): melancholic piano (from jack-of-all-trades Dirk Powell) introduces a very C&N, Cali-coloured slow country waltz with exquisite three-part harmonies, the fiddle and mandolin taking their turns at the bittersweet melody, and a spine-tingling near a cappella passage.

The hummed intro, Liz and Natalie’s honeyed vocal harmonies, restrained melodic guitar and banjo (yes, that’s Dirk again) over a half-speed bluegrass beat lend a dreamy sheen to Love And Loss, and the rural reverie continues in Captivate Me courtesy of Natalie’s keening tone and mantra-like repetition, melancholic fiddle and a banjo continuo. Completing an ethereal trifecta, the celtic-tinged One Wild World’s folk features delicate harmonies and a hymn-like chorus, plus wistful, aching fiddle matched with part-colliery-band/part-mariachi (layered) trumpet from Drake LeBlanc.

The trumpet bleeds through into the wholly different sonic universe of What’ll You Do: a ballsy defund-the-police-protest-inspired (we’re guessing) almost a cappella (barring body percussion and a smattering of kick-and-tom) field holler-cum-spiritual, and an air of protest resurfaces in the Woody Guthrie-meets-Julie-Felix (sorry, Plunger’s childhood’s to blame) state of the union lament of Could We Ever Be Great, complete with run outs for fiddle and Flynn’s guitar and some quirky timings.

Flynn’s second instrumental (guitar-only this time) Bastard Plantagenet Blues has the flavour of a English folk number, including a very mediaeval closing shift into the major, perhaps to prepare your ears for the closing track Wond’ring Again, written by Ian Anderson (yes, THAT Ian Anderson). The spookily prescient 70s folk-rock environmental warning is given an Americana wash by Liz’s gentle harmonies and Natalie’s eerie fiddle harmonics, while Flynn does a rather good job of Ian’s delivery and mannerisms, with all-rounder Dirk adding mellotron in the place of flute.

It may not be Bluegrass as we know it, but Angels In The Wreckage is a very polished, captivating collection of modern American roots music and we like it!

Angels In The Wreckage is available to buy or stream now, from here: https://lowlily.bandcamp.com/album/angels-in-the-wreckage

#low lily #americana #bluegrass #rootsmusic #angels in the wreckage

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mrsbsmooth · 1 year ago

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 19 (Part 1 of 2)

Casa Day one up until the bed choice

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island, where {0} has been sent on a secret reconnaissance mission to sunny Casa Amor.

NARRATOR: That’s right, she’ll get to spend a full day without the girls, soaking up the sun, sea and flirty chat from four new men.

NARRATOR: But will it be mission accomplished, mission-ary, or there’s just something mission with these new dreamboats?

NARRATOR: Let’s get straight back to it and find out.

You stroll over to the Casa poolside, towards the sounds of a group of new hunky boys.

ANDY_HAPPY: Here she is!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe I’m in the Casa Amor!

ANDY_HAPPY: I can’t believe I’m meeting the {0}. You’re practically a star now.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I really hoped I’d get to meet you first.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Make the autograph out to Andy, please.

Andy smiles softly and offers his hand to shake yours.

Kiss on the cheek

You lean towards Andy and plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Nice to meet you, Andy.

ANDY_HAPPY: Nice to meet you too, {0}.

ANDY_FLIRTY: That was much better than a handshake!

Act cool

You raise your eyebrows and give him a cool little wave.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Good to meet you.

ANDY_HAPPY: Yeah, maybe a handshake is a little formal.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I like your wave much better.

Quirky handshake

You shake his hand, hold your hand up for a high five, then fistbump him, all with rapid speed.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s my ideal greeting.

PLAYER_HAPPY: If you can keep up.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Woah, you just made me dizzy, in the best possible way.

ANDY_HAPPY: I saw you coming and wanted the chance to welcome you first, ease any nerves.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Plus, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to make a good first impression.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh yeah?

ANDY_FLIRTY: How am I doing so far?

You’re nailing it

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re absolutely nailing it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ve given me such a warm welcome to Casa.

ANDY_HAPPY: That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.

ANDY_HAPPY: I always want to make people feel comfortable.

You’re doing ok

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You’re doing ok.

ANDY_IDLE: There’s always room for improvement.

ANDY_IDLE: As long as I made you feel welcome.

ANDY_HAPPY: I still have time to sweep you off your feet!

ANDY_FLIRTY: If you want to be swept, that is.

You’ll have to up your game to impress me

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I reckon you’re gonna have to up your game if you want to impress me.

ANDY_FLIRTY: For you, I think I can do that.

ANDY_HAPPY: Just wanted to give you a warm welcome first.

ANDY_HAPPY: I can only hope that I made your first moments in Casa memorable.

ANDY_HAPPY: But, I’ve kept you for long enough.

ANDY_HAPPY: The rest of the boys are buzzing to meet you.

Andy leads you over to the Firepit where the rest of the boys are waiting eagerly.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Oi oi! He finally brings her over. Taking your sweet time, buddy.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Don’t think we didn’t see you stealing a little one-to-one intro.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: You got me.

HAMISH_HAPPY: I did wonder why you were so keen on admiring the pool all of a sudden.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Well, I could sense your good vibes from a distance, {0}.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I’m Francis.

Francis smiles and casually ruffles his long hair with one hand.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Careful, he’ll start talking to you about his third eye next.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’m Hamish, by the way.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I thought it was warm already, but you brought the real heat, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So good to meet you all!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess you boys already know quite a bit about me, what should I know about you?

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’m so glad you asked. I’m a bit of a talker.

HAMISH_HAPPY: I’m an estate agent.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Selling people their dream houses.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ooh, what’s the most interesting house you’ve ever sold?

HAMISH_HAPPY: I once showed a couple around a Scottish castle.

HAMISH_HAPPY: They were so impressed they bought it on the spot.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Hoping one day I can design my dream house with my dream girl.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Could be a castle for a girl like yourself.

Sounds great

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds great!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love to live in a castle.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: The royal treatment it is then.

HAMISH_IDLE: If I think you’re the right girl that is.

Maybe not

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe not. I’m not sure a castle is really my thing.

HAMISH_IDLE: That’s ok.

HAMISH_HAPPY: I can do houseboats, seaview villas, log cabins…

HAMISH_HAPPY: For the right girl, my property portfolio knows no end.

That’s cringe

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That’s a little cringe.

HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Too much cheese?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Gotta have a balance.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Less stilton, more mozzarella. Got it.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Sounds a bit stuffy to me. Whose got time to clean a castle?

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I haven’t lived in a house for over two years.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How come?

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I’m a bit of a restless soul. Been travelling the world.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I teach meditation classes and run my own travel blog to stay afloat.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I’ve lived on boats, slept in hammocks, stayed at some of the grimiest hostels.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, travel isn’t always glamorous?

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Nah, but that’s why I love it!

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Just give me a pair of sandals and a backpack and I’m set.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I guess I’m looking for a girl to share the world with.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Someone to experience it all with, ya know?

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: What do you think of my nomad lifestyle, {0}?

I’m into it

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m into it.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Every destination is a dream with the right person.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I’m glad you think so.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I’ve been travelling solo for far too long.

Not for me

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s not for me.

FRANCIS_IDLE: It’s definitely not for everyone.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I’d spend a lot more time closer to home if I found my soul connection.

HAMISH_HAPPY: He’s getting all spiritual again.

I like to be settled

PLAYER_IDLE: I like to be settled.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I love a getaway but I’d want to know I had a home to come back to.

FRANCIS_IDLE: I can’t travel forever. I’d definitely love a place of my own one day.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: That’s where knowing a good estate agent would come in handy…

HAMISH_HAPPY: Let me know if I can help.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Maybe you can hook me up… with one of your colleagues.

HAMISH_ANGRY: Whatever.

You turn to look at Andy, his eyes sparkle with a gentle charisma.

ANDY_HAPPY: I don’t spend a lot of time looking at oceans unfortunately.

ANDY_HAPPY: But I wouldn’t change my job for the world.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What do you do?

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m a vet. I spend my days looking after the furrier members of people’s families.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: You should meet my uncle Dave…

ANDY_HAPPY: I meant more like tabbies and labradors.

ANDY_HAPPY: Maybe the odd parrot, if I’m lucky.

HAMISH_HAPPY: I doubt your uncle has feathers, Francis.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Honestly, I wouldn’t be so sure.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m always surrounded by furry, feathered or scaly friends.

ANDY_HAPPY: Are you a pet person, {0}?

I’m all about animals

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m all about animals!

ANDY_HAPPY: I knew it.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I bet they’re drawn to you.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I believe that animals can sense the good in people.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Careful, you’re starting to sound like Francis.

I could never work with animals

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I could never work with animals.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s a lot of responsibility.

ANDY_IDLE: It definitely is.

ANDY_HAPPY: But it’s very rewarding.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’d let my future girlfriend pick out our pet though.

I grew up with animals

PLAYER_HAPPY: I grew up with a lot of animals!

ANDY_HAPPY: Childhood pets are the best.

ANDY_HAPPY: They really are part of the family.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Speaking of animals, should I address the elephant in the room?

HAMISH_HAPPY: {0}, I’m loving this chat, but I’ve gotta ask, where are the other girls?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course, I should fill you in.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I thought I was being dumped from the villa.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Then I got a text.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Turns out the public voted for me to spend a day alone with you boys in Casa Amor.

HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Oh…

FRANCIS_SURPRISED: Plot twist!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess the rest of the girls will arrive sometime tomorrow?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But for now, it’s just me.

ANDY_HAPPY: Lucky us!

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’m excited to get to know you better.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I think it’s a great idea too.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: More time to see if we connect, without any distractions.

Hamish raises his eyebrows.

HAMISH_IDLE: I was really looking forward to meeting the other girls this evening.

Well there’s plenty of me to go around

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well there’s plenty of me to go around.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just saying.

ANDY_HAPPY: You tell him, {0}.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Exactly, you gotta live in the moment, Hamish.

HAMISH_IDLE: Point taken.

Am I not good enough

PLAYER_ANGRY: Are you trying to say I’m not good enough?

HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: No, no, that’s definitely not what I meant.

ANDY_HAPPY: You put your foot in it there, Hamish.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: You really did.

ANDY_HAPPY: And we’re not gonna help you out.

HAMISH_IDLE: Cheers, boys. That came out wrong.

You’re not missing much

PLAYER_IDLE: Trust me, I’m all you need.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re not missing much.

ANDY_HAPPY: I like a girl who backs herself.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: She told you.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Message received.

HAMISH_HAPPY: I can wait till tomorrow.

Andy catches your gaze and subtly rolls his eyes at you.

ANDY_HAPPY: That’s good of you, Hamish.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Since we’ve got you all to ourselves for now we should have some fun.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: To break the ice and get a bit closer.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I guess Casa is all about new connections.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: What better way to start than with a game.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Yes! I love a good game.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’m all for a bit of healthy competition.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m up for it if you are, {0}?

*Let’s play a kissing game

PLAYER_FLIRTY: A kissing game sounds like fun.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I could pick the best kiss.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: A great way to test the water.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: You are in Casa Amor after all…

The boys line up. Andy gives you a reassuring smile.

Francis closes his eyes and raises his hands to touch his palms together.

Hamish smirks with confidence.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Either of you boys need gum? Aftershave?

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I just need to focus all my energy towards my lips.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Sounds intense.

ANDY_FLIRTY: May the best man win.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s go!

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’m up first.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’ll be a tough act to follow.

You walk over to Hamish.

Passionate snog

You wrap one arm around Hamish’s neck and kiss him firmly.

His hands find the small of your back and your bodies move closer together.

His lips part with desire as you move your tongue towards his perfect teeth.

You open your eyes and step back.

HAMISH_IDLE: That was… something.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Still, I don’t think the rest of the boys stand a chance.

Quick peck

You place a hand on Hamish’s cheek and give him a quick peck on the lips.

He raises one eyebrow and grins.

HAMISH_IDLE: Huh, not sure I really got the chance to show off my skills.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: But I reckon I’ve still got a chance.

Kiss his cheek

You pull Hamish towards you, holding his face in your hands.

You tenderly kiss his cheek. Stroking his jaw with your thumb. He grins as you step away.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Didn’t think I was into kisses on the cheek…

HAMISH_FLIRTY: But now I am.

You move on to Francis, the next boy in line.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: There’s nothing as beautiful as a first kiss.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you say so.

Sexy spiritual snog

You run your fingers through Francis’s long hair and kiss him deeply.

He places your hand on his chest so that you can feel his heart beating.

Your hands move to his biceps as your lips move faster against his.

You pull away and he gazes into your eyes.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Wow, {0}.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: That was out of this world.

Gentle kiss

You kiss Francis delicately on the lips.

He smiles peacefully and ruffles his hair.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: That felt so natural.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Short and sweet.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I hope I get the chance to kiss you again.

Kiss his cheek

You pull Francis towards you and tenderly kiss his cheek.

His stubble tickling your lips. He looks into your eyes as you move away.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I could feel your spirit through your lips.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: A real connection.

Andy steps forward.

He gives you a casual half-smile and holds his arms out towards you.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Maybe you saved the best till last.

Steamy snog

You step into Andy’s arms and your lips meet passionately.

He gently caresses your hair as he kisses you harder.

You can feel him smile through your kiss, you move your hand up to caress his cheek.

You break apart slowly. His eyes stay locked on yours.

ANDY_HAPPY: I lost myself for a moment there, {0}.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’m going to remember that kiss.

Brief kiss

You step into Andy’s arms and plant a brief kiss on his soft lips.

His eyes light up.

ANDY_HAPPY: That was lovely.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I can only hope that next time we can get more lost in the moment.

Kiss his cheek

Andy smiles as you turn his face away and place a kiss on his smooth cheek.

His eyes light up as you move away.

ANDY_FLIRTY: That was lovely.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Right, now you’ve kissed the runners up, it’s time to put me in first place.

HAMISH_IDLE: Even kissing my cheek is better than the weak kisses the others gave you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Very confident.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I don’t know, Hamish… I think I stand a fair chance.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Or maybe I’m the dark horse.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Who kissed their way into your heart, {0}?

Hamish

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best kisser is… Hamish!

HAMISH_FLIRTY: What did I tell ya, boys.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: There’s more where that came from.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Maybe I should make an acceptance speech?

FRANCIS_EMBARRASSED: Please don’t.

Francis

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best kisser is… Francis!

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I felt the earth move when we kissed.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: That’s what a good kiss can do.

HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Rub it in why don’t ya.

Andy

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best kisser is… Andy!

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m honoured.

ANDY_FLIRTY: That kiss was a dream.

ANDY_FLIRTY: You deserve all the credit, {0}.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: Suck up.

None of you

PLAYER_IDLE: They were all pretty disappointing to be honest.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: I highly doubt that, {0}. I’m an expert kisser.

ANDY_IDLE: Maybe as we get to know each other they will get better.

FRANCIS_IDLE: There has to be a vibe for a great kiss.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: Vibes or not, I’m always great.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Sure, Hamish…

I’m not game right now

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ll give the game a miss for now.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Are you sure? Could be a bit of fun?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Casa’s all about having a blast.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: They do say what happens in Casa stays in Casa…

*Let’s play a kissing game!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: A kissing game sounds like fun.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I could pick the best kiss.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: A great way to test the water.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: You are in Casa Amor after all…

The boys line up. Andy gives you a reassuring smile.

Francis closes his eyes and raises his hands to touch his palms together.

Hamish smirks with confidence.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Either of you boys need gum? Aftershave?

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I just need to focus all my energy towards my lips.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Sounds intense.

ANDY_FLIRTY: May the best man win.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s go!

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’m up first.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’ll be a tough act to follow.

You walk over to Hamish.

Passionate snog

You wrap one arm around Hamish’s neck and kiss him firmly.

His hands find the small of your back and your bodies move closer together.

His lips part with desire as you move your tongue towards his perfect teeth.

You open your eyes and step back.

HAMISH_IDLE: That was… something.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Still, I don’t think the rest of the boys stand a chance.

Quick peck

You place a hand on Hamish’s cheek and give him a quick peck on the lips.

He raises one eyebrow and grins.

HAMISH_IDLE: Huh, not sure I really got the chance to show off my skills.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: But I reckon I’ve still got a chance.

Kiss his cheek

You pull Hamish towards you, holding his face in your hands.

You tenderly kiss his cheek. Stroking his jaw with your thumb. He grins as you step away.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Didn’t think I was into kisses on the cheek…

HAMISH_FLIRTY: But now I am.

You move on to Francis, the next boy in line.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: There’s nothing as beautiful as a first kiss.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you say so.

Sexy spiritual snog

You run your fingers through Francis’s long hair and kiss him deeply.

He places your hand on his chest so that you can feel his heart beating.

Your hands move to his biceps as your lips move faster against his.

You pull away and he gazes into your eyes.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Wow, {0}.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: That was out of this world.

Gentle kiss

You kiss Francis delicately on the lips.

He smiles peacefully and ruffles his hair.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: That felt so natural.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Short and sweet.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I hope I get the chance to kiss you again.

Kiss his cheek

You pull Francis towards you and tenderly kiss his cheek.

His stubble tickling your lips. He looks into your eyes as you move away.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I could feel your spirit through your lips.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: A real connection.

Andy steps forward.

He gives you a casual half-smile and holds his arms out towards you.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Maybe you saved the best till last.

Steamy snog

You step into Andy’s arms and your lips meet passionately.

He gently caresses your hair as he kisses you harder.

You can feel him smile through your kiss, you move your hand up to caress his cheek.

You break apart slowly. His eyes stay locked on yours.

ANDY_HAPPY: I lost myself for a moment there, {0}.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’m going to remember that kiss.

Brief kiss

You step into Andy’s arms and plant a brief kiss on his soft lips.

His eyes light up.

ANDY_HAPPY: That was lovely.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I can only hope that next time we can get more lost in the moment.

Kiss his cheek

Andy smiles as you turn his face away and place a kiss on his smooth cheek.

His eyes light up as you move away.

ANDY_FLIRTY: That was lovely.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Right, now you’ve kissed the runners up, it’s time to put me in first place.

HAMISH_IDLE: Even kissing my cheek is better than the weak kisses the others gave you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Very confident.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I don’t know, Hamish… I think I stand a fair chance.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Or maybe I’m the dark horse.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Who kissed their way into your heart, {0}?

Hamish

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best kisser is… Hamish!

HAMISH_FLIRTY: What did I tell ya, boys.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: There’s more where that came from.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Maybe I should make an acceptance speech?

FRANCIS_EMBARRASSED: Please don’t.

Francis

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best kisser is… Francis!

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I felt the earth move when we kissed.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: That’s what a good kiss can do.

HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Rub it in why don’t ya.

Andy

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The best kisser is… Andy!

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m honoured.

ANDY_FLIRTY: That kiss was a dream.

ANDY_FLIRTY: You deserve all the credit, {0}.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: Suck up.

None of you

PLAYER_IDLE: They were all pretty disappointing to be honest.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: I highly doubt that, {0}. I’m an expert kisser.

ANDY_IDLE: Maybe as we get to know each other they will get better.

FRANCIS_IDLE: There has to be a vibe for a great kiss.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: Vibes or not, I’m always great.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Sure, Hamish…

Not tonight

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t want to play.

FRANCIS_IDLE: Sure, no pressure.

HAMISH_HAPPY: We’ll get to know each other another way.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m so glad we’re getting to spend this alone time with you, {0}.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: It’s special, that’s for sure. Anything can happen in Casa Amor.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe you’re right…

Your phone pings! The boys smile at one another.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got a text!

You read out the text.

LITEXT: {0}, the final Casa boy is waiting for you on the terrace. {1}DoubleTrouble {2}CasaClone

PLAYER_HAPPY: What’s that supposed to mean?

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Yeah we might have forgotten to mention that there are four of us.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Don’t forget about us whilst you’re up there.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: We’ll be waiting.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Like Greek statues.

HAMISH_HAPPY: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Which isn’t a lot.

Your heart races as you make your way up to the terrace to meet the surprise boy.

Your mouth drops open as you recognise the boy waiting on the terrace!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Ozzy?

You realise it's not Ozzy, but he’s near identical.

He pops a bottle of bubbly.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So close, but not quite.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m his much more lively brother, Marshall.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: What’s wrong, never seen an identical twin before?

Funny!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s funny!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe there’s another set of twins here!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Best believe it.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Double trouble everywhere.

Not funny

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s not funny.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m sure you know about me and Amelia.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Course I do.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I always bring the jokes. Even if they don’t always land.

Marshall pours a glass of bubbly and hands it to you.

You both sit down.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I saw the boys below giving you a warm welcome.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Really, really warm.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I'm a bit jealous that I missed out on that game to be honest.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Looked like Francis really made an impression.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe he did.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Looked like Andy really made an impression.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe he did.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Looked like Hamish really made an impression.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe he did.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Seems like the boys didn’t make much of an impression though.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Hopefully I’ll make more of one.

PLAYER_IDLE: You certainly made a surprising entrance!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ozzy never mentioned you.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Classic Ozzy.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: He probably just didn’t want me to steal his thunder.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Surely you can relate to some sibling competition?

Absolutely

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I get the sibling rivalry for sure.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It’s good to find someone who can relate.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Siblings can be our rivals and our best friends.

I don’t want to say

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to get into all that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I get it.

MARSHALL_IDLE: It’s personal.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Maybe we can open up to each other in the future.

Not really

PLAYER_IDLE: My sister is my girl. I can’t really relate.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Of course she is. It’s great that you’re loyal to your sis.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Maybe you’ll rub off on Ozzy.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I guess there’s a lot Ozzy hasn’t revealed.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’m always telling him to open up more. He won’t listen to his younger brother.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And he’s only 92 seconds older than me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Am I sensing some story between you two?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It does feel strange he wouldn’t mention you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Especially when he's living with a pair of twins!

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’m sure he had his reasons.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: We’ve obviously got each other’s backs. In our own way.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: In your own way?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: We defo wind each other up. We’re tight, but we used to be a lot tighter.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: His face is going to be a picture when I walk back into the villa.

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s assuming one of the girls take you back.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m always optimistic, {0}.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Anyway, I’m being rude, I should be asking about you!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Time to leave my brother behind.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m here to have a good time, meet some breathtaking girls.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like yourself.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So, I hear you’re an influencer!